The atmosphere in the briefing room of the SGC base was electric, with every molecule in the air seemingly infused with a lingering unease. Seated around the massive table, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, and Teal'c appeared frozen in time, immersed in a somber silence. The weight of unanswered questions enveloped them, their minds wandering through the sea of uncertainty that lay ahead.

The intermittent metallic clinking of Jack's coffee cup echoed in the room, breaking the silence. O'Neill, his gaze fixed on the opposite concrete wall, seemed to see beyond the monotony of gray. His usually relaxed and mischievous face was distorted by the frustration and worry that plagued his thoughts.

To his right, Sam was deep in intense contemplation, her cheeks bearing the marks of time, evidence of the countless times she had absentmindedly chewed on the end of her pen. Her once smooth forehead now bore wrinkles of concern, with each new piece of data analyzed on her laptop deepening her bewilderment.

Finally, Jack broke the bitter silence, "So if I understand correctly, we have no way of knowing where they went?" His voice betrayed his frustration.

Sam let out a discouraged sigh, "The Stargate activated outside of our control system," she explained, her brows furrowing further, "It's impossible to determine the coordinates of their destination."

The revelation cast a heavy silence over the room, with the words resonating against the concrete walls, affirming their undeniable truth. Teal'c broke the inaction, "We should seek the assistance of the Asgard," he proposed in his deep voice, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

Jack's face hardened as he rested his elbows on the table and massaged his temples. "I doubt they can help us."

As the tension reached its peak, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the staircase leading to the conference room. Daniel Jackson made a rushed entrance, his hair disheveled and breathless, holding two recording tapes in his hands. The ceiling light reflected off their surface, illuminating Daniel's face, which beamed with an almost childlike excitement. "You have to see this!" he exclaimed.

A general astonishment froze the heavy atmosphere in the conference room. Daniel approached the table and carefully placed the tapes, as if they were precious objects. "These are the recordings from Victor and Ayden's rooms," he explained.

The lights in the room dimmed gradually, accompanied by a soft hissing sound as the screen descended from the ceiling.

The first tape was inserted into the VCR, and the images appeared on the big screen. Victor's room came into view, showing the teenager lying on his bed, staring at a bracelet on his wrist. Daniel quickly advanced the playback to a moment when Victor touched the bracelet, causing a bluish vortex to materialize in the air, suspended like a parallel reality. They could observe Victor reaching out towards the vortex and disappearing in a swirl.

"What was that?!" exclaimed Carter, disbelief piercing her voice.

"It looked like a miniature replica of the Stargate," added Teal'c calmly, contrasting with the general agitation.

"Yes, he went somewhere and came back thirty minutes later," confirmed Daniel, advancing the video to show Victor's sudden reappearance.

"But where did he go?" pondered O'Neill, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"You'll understand," assured Daniel, inserting the second tape. The screen came to life again, revealing Ayden's room this time. The voices of the three teenagers were audible, discussing the discovery of the bracelet, their travels to Tartaros, the encounter with Calypso, and the plan to free Atlas. Victor eventually showed a piece of paper with handwritten coordinates, confidently uttering the word "Hesperides."

"Did you hear that?" exclaimed Daniel, rewinding the video to replay it, "Hesperides. It's an ancient term. In Greek mythology, it's the name of a legendary garden located at the far west of the world."

Teal'c nodded, "It could be a place of great power."

Daniel paused the image and zoomed in. They could clearly make out the coordinates written on the piece of paper held by Victor, "And here's the destination."

Instantly, Sam stood up abruptly, "We need to leave right away!"

Jack also rose, "I'll inform SG-3 to accompany us. Meet me in the embarkation room in fifteen minutes."

The briefing room came alive as everyone prepared for their mission. Daniel returned to his library to gather additional information about Hesperides, while Sam gathered her data for the journey. Jack left the room to see Colonel Reynolds, his determined footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. The lights flickered back on, infusing the briefing room with a renewed energy.

Teal'c, undisturbed, looked at the now darkened screen for a moment before rising. He would keep to himself the sense of unease that engulfed him. The events were taking an unsettling turn.

As the three teenagers stepped through the Stargate's vortex and set foot on Hesperides, they were greeted by a dreamlike panorama. A soothing blue sky adorned with discreet clouds painted an almost supernatural landscape that contrasted with the vibrant greenery of the surrounding meadows. A serene calmness permeated the place, disturbed only by the distant songs of unfamiliar bird species, infusing a nostalgically melodic atmosphere to this idyllic scene.

However, despite Hesperides' apparent serenity, one element of the landscape imposed an austere presence and contrasted with the tranquility of the place: a massive mountain stood tall like a vigilant giant on the horizon. The juxtaposition between the peaceful scene and the sense of menace emanating from the mountain was unsettling, stirring a feeling of apprehension in the teenagers.

Victor stared at the imposing mass of granite before them, "I bet Atlas is up there," he ventured, pointing his finger towards the rocky peak.

Kira, standing beside him, glanced skeptically at the summit, "Please tell me we're not going to play mountaineers." Her voice barely concealed her anxiety.

Ayden forced a smile, "Goodbye, leisurely stroll," he quipped lightly.

Victor, with a mischievous half-smile, glanced playfully at his friends, "I bet you're regretting our moment of glory on Izarc."

Ayden, feigning indignation, "Well, to be honest, at least there we had a spaceship."

Their smiles faded as they refocused on the task at hand. Their nervousness was palpable, but their determination remained unwavering. They began their walk towards the rocky mass.

They finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. Before them, a monumental entrance took shape, resembling a gaping maw ready to engulf them in its mysterious darkness. Dominated by two inclined and majestic columns, one of which bore inscriptions in the language of the Ancients, a shimmering energy barrier stood guard, firmly blocking access.

Fascinated by the dazzling light, Ayden reached out to touch it but was halted in his tracks. An impenetrable force field blocked his passage. "I think we have a problem," he said, his face marked with confusion.

Kira studied the columns framing the entrance. She traced her finger over the inscriptions engraved in the stone, "It seems to say... Only Hades may enter."

Kira and Ayden turned their gaze toward Victor, as if expecting a revelation from him.

Victor shrugged, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not Hades." Faced with their insistence, he sighed. "Fine, I'll give it a try."

He approached the entrance with some reluctance, extending his bracelet-adorned hand, and to their surprise, the force field seemed to dissipate at his touch, allowing Victor to pass through.

"Wait, Victor!" exclaimed Kira, but it was already too late. He had crossed the entrance and was on the other side of the force field.

He turned around, a furrowed brow. "What's wrong?"

"And how do we follow you?" Kira interjected, her anxiety palpable in her voice.

Ayden, perplexed, suggested, "Put your bracelet through the barrier, maybe it will trigger a reaction."

Victor complied and reached his arm into the force field. Kira and Ayden attempted to pass through, but without success. The passage remained barred to them.

"Now what?" Ayden asked, his face reflecting his concern.

Kira, though sharing his unease, tried to remain optimistic. "We don't have a choice, we'll have to wait here."

"I'll be careful, don't worry. Stay here," Victor assured them.

The interior of the mountain was surprisingly bright, illuminated by a bluish glow that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. Victor paused for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the strangeness of the light. He felt oddly serene despite the situation, a sensation he attributed to the atmosphere of the place.

"I hope he's in there," he murmured to himself, his words echoing in the vastness of the cavern. He began to walk, his steps disturbing the absolute silence that surrounded him.

Uncertainty weighed upon him—what would he discover inside this mountain? Even if he managed to free Atlas, what would happen next? He pushed these thoughts from his mind and continued forward.

"Atlas?" he called out loudly, hoping that somewhere in the darkness, someone or something would respond.

The cave remained silent. Victor pressed deeper, the bluish glow growing more intense with each step.

In the embarkation room, the atmosphere was charged. The lights flickered, and the Stargate alarm blared, signaling its imminent activation. The massive metal ring began to spin, each chevron locking into place with a distinctive rumble.

"Chevron one, locked... Chevron two, locked... Chevron three, locked..." The voice of the control room technician echoed through the speakers, each announcement amplifying the tension. When the final chevron locked, the center of the ring shimmered with a vortex of blue light before stabilizing into a sparkling pool of water.

Jack O'Neill glanced at Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c. Each displayed unwavering determination, ready to face the unknown. By their side, SG-3, led by Colonel Reynolds, stood ready with weapons in hand.

"Let's go," Jack declared.

A murmur of agreement spread through the two teams as they crossed the threshold of the Stargate together. The journey through space and time was brief, a chilling sensation enveloping them before depositing them on the other side of the galaxy.

They arrived on Hesperides, a lush planet dominated by a massive, dark, and imposing mountain. Jack signaled to SG-3, "Reynolds, you and your team stay here to secure the Gate. We'll stay in touch."

"Understood, General," the Colonel replied.

The members of SG-1 set off across the plain, instinctively drawn toward the mountain that loomed before them.

Victor cautiously advanced through the dark and seemingly endless tunnel, navigating among the rocks littering the ground. As he progressed, a growing sense of tension mingled with a burning curiosity for what he might discover.

Finally, Victor entered a cavern of monumental proportions, where the ceiling soared to dizzying heights. At the heart of this vast space, a figure sat enthroned. Powerful muscles defined his sturdy armor, and his medium-length hair accentuated his majestic appearance. The hands of the Titan were captive, held by an immense stone sphere. Within the heart of the rock, a cylindrical crystal glowed with a deep red hue, creating an enigmatic focal point in this awe-inspiring scene.

Victor approached slowly, aware of Atlas's immobility and power. The scene, imbued with tragedy and pain, captivated him. How long had Atlas endured this punishment?

"Atlas..." Victor murmured, his voice barely audible in the cavern's vastness.

Atlas's eyes fixed upon Victor, and a weary, melancholic smile appeared on his worn face.

"Who are you?" he asked in a deep, grave voice, "I have never had visitors."

The teenager took a step forward, feeling a mixture of admiration and pity for this being reduced to such a tragic existence.

"My name is Victor," he confidently replied, "Your daughter, Calypso, sent me to free you."

Atlas's face brightened, "My daughter?! How is she?"

"She is well, although her exile in Tartaros is weighing on her," Victor answered.

"If only I could free her..." Atlas murmured.

"We must first find a way to get you out of here," Victor affirmed.

Atlas sighed, the pain evident in his weary eyes, "The Alterans condemned me here for eternity. You cannot help me."

Victor stepped forward again, locking his gaze with Atlas, "I am certain I can."

Atlas raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the young man's determination, "Where are you from?"

"I come from the planet Ivadoll," Victor replied.

The tension in the cave was palpable. Atlas gave a faint smile, "Ivadoll? I am not familiar with that planet. Only an Alteran can free me from this prison. You can do nothing for me."

"I inherited their gene and their knowledge. If I could reach you, I can free you," Victor countered as he scrutinized the cave walls surrounding them. He focused, searching for a solution to release Atlas from his burden. His fingers grazed the cave walls, hoping to uncover a concealed mechanism.

Atlas remained silent, observing Victor at work.

After several minutes, Victor's efforts bore fruit. When he passed his hand over a slightly recessed patch of rock, it illuminated. A circular pattern emerged beneath his fingers, with a red crystal at its center. Upon touching the crystal, a low rumble reverberated, and the cave trembled slightly.

Then, slowly, the red crystal on the rock sphere above Atlas began to flicker, gradually releasing the Titan. Atlas felt the weight vanish from his arms, his muscles relaxing with relief. The crystal dimmed, and the chains disappeared, causing Atlas to collapse, free.

Victor rushed to his side to help him up, "Are you alright?"

A grateful smile illuminated Atlas's face. "Yes... Thanks to you," he murmured, his voice filled with deep emotion.

Victor, filled with joy, reached out his hand. "Let's go, we need to get out of here."

Atlas, resembling a resurrected monument, stood tall and followed Victor, his towering stature casting ever-changing shadows on the rocky walls of the cavity. They advanced towards the light filtering in at the entrance of the tunnel, their silhouettes growing larger as they neared the exit.

Kira and Ayden, stationed at the edge of the cave, watched with palpable anticipation. When Victor and Atlas emerged from the darkness, their features relaxed, surprise and relief evident on their faces.

The first to cross the pulsating force field at the entrance was Victor. He came to a sudden halt, astonished when Atlas followed him effortlessly. "The force field must not block the exit."

Atlas swept his eyes over the two young individuals. "I see you didn't come alone," a spark of amusement gleamed in his eyes.

Ayden smirked mischievously. "Without us, Victor would probably still be wandering around, trying to find his way."

Atlas's laughter resonated in the air, deep and sonorous. His serious expression softened into a smile. "In that case, thank you to the three of you."

But the jovial expression on the Titan's face quickly faded. His serious gaze fixed on Victor. "I need to find Calypso."

Victor felt a weight on his chest as he met Atlas's intense gaze. He took a deep breath before responding, "I... I can't take you there. Calypso is afraid you'll get trapped again. I have to go and find her alone."

After a moment of silence, Atlas nodded in acceptance, his intense gaze shifting to the ground. "So be it. Bring my daughter back to me, and all the other Titans with her."

Victor blinked, caught off guard. "All the others? How many are you?"

"Yes, all of them," Atlas reaffirmed, his voice resonating with firm resolve. "We all deserve to regain our freedom. There were around fifty of us survivors after the war."

Kira's eyes widened, attempting to inject levity despite the gravity of the situation. "That's going to be a lot of back and forth."

Victor exhaled deeply, his gaze wandering into the distance. The weight of the task ahead burdened his shoulders.

"Can't you bring them all back at once?" Ayden asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"I... I don't know. I'll try," Victor replied, regaining his confidence. Despite the apparent difficulty of the task, he showed no signs of doubt.

Without hesitation, Victor lifted his wrist, revealing the bracelet embedded in his skin, and touched the clasp. With a supernatural shiver, a vortex suddenly burst forth, its birth tearing through reality like a canvas. The air trembled as if stirred by an invisible force, and a whirlwind of energy formed.

The swirling blue ring quivered and splashed with vibrant, shifting lights. Arcs of pure energy coursed through it, like captured lightning in a silent storm.

"You wear the bracelet of Hades!" Atlas declared, his gaze fixed on the vortex with disbelief. "How is this possible?"

Victor looked at the Titan with a confident smile on his lips. "I told you, I possess the Alteran genes."

Without giving Atlas time to inquire further, Victor plunged into the vortex. His body disappeared, swallowed by the abyss of energy. With a final rumble, the vortex closed, leaving behind only an echo of shimmering light.

Victor burst into the devastated landscape of Tartaros, a grim and chaotic setting that had now become strangely familiar to him. Without wasting a second, he seized the pendant hanging from his neck, a silent bond between him and Calypso, and whispered her name like a prayer on his lips. He then embarked on a wild sprint, his gaze fixed on the sinister structure where he had last left her.

Meanwhile, Calypso was engaged in conversation with Sisyphus. A familiar voice echoed in her mind, causing a radiant smile to light up her face.

"Victor has returned!" she announced, happiness shining in her eyes. She quickly stood up, with Sisyphus following suit.

They found Victor panting near the entrance of the building, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He leaned on his knees, his muscles protesting the exertion. Once he caught his breath, he looked up at them, a sense of accomplishment evident in his gaze.

"Your father is free. He's waiting for you," Victor declared, his voice tinged with triumph.

"You did it!" Calypso cried, throwing herself into Victor's arms. They stumbled and fell, but Victor caught her, preventing their fall. A grimace of pain distorted his face as his back hit the hard ground.

"I'm sorry," Calypso whispered.

"It's nothing," Victor replied, offering a reassuring smile. In the space of a heartbeat, the surprise of their fall was replaced by another as Calypso passionately kissed Victor, almost forgetting Sisyphus's presence.

Sisyphus watched the scene, bitterness marking his face. With a sharp gesture, he lifted Calypso, breaking their embrace. Victor, still stunned by the kiss and Sisyphus's reaction, simply stood up without commenting.

"You didn't have to thank him in that way," Sisyphus growled, his gaze hardened.

"I do what I want!" retorted Calypso, her gaze challenging his.

Not wanting to get involved in their dispute, Victor decided to refocus their attention. "You must gather all the present Titans. Your father wants me to bring them all back to Hesperides."

Neither Calypso nor Sisyphus seemed surprised by this request. They nodded and asked Victor to wait outside while they gathered them.

Victor nodded and made his way to a nearby solitary rock. He sat down, letting his thoughts wander. The desolate and sinister landscape of Tartaros stretched out before him, a grim reminder of the colossal task that awaited him. Each Titan he had to bring back meant a new journey, a new immersion into the vortex, and time was of the essence.

Inside the structure, Calypso and Sisyphus called out to the Titans. The corridors and rooms, once filled with life, were now silent, resonating only with echoes of the past. Each face that emerged from the shadows displayed initial surprise, followed by hope at the prospect of their imminent liberation.

As twilight settled over Tartaros, the desert landscape took on dark and mysterious hues. The Titans, majestic and formidable creatures, converged in front of the massive structure. Some were as immense and commanding as mountains, while others were smaller but equally impressive. They were clad in perfectly fitted silver-metal armor, with most of them wearing helmets that completely covered their heads.

Victor stepped away from his rocky observation post and approached them. His heart raced, echoing the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. He revealed the bracelet of Hades, the twilight light reflecting off its ornate surface. Activating the bracelet, a vortex opened with a thunderous roar, casting an electric blue glow upon the gathering of Titans.

A roar reverberated, shaking the ground of Tartaros. The Titans raised their robust arms and greeted Victor with a thunderous ovation.

"Form groups of five!" Victor ordered, his voice cutting through the collective roar.

The Titans quickly obeyed. Small groups formed, ready to cross the threshold of the vortex. The liberation marathon began.

Victor approached the first group, the towering Titans regarding him with measured anticipation.

"Let's go," he declared, his voice filled with determination.

Victor guided the first group through the vortex. On the other side, the light of Hesperides welcomed them. Their joy was palpable as they beheld this land of sanctuary.

Victor returned multiple times through the vortex, guiding groups of Titans to their freedom. Each cheer from the liberated Titans and every smile from Calypso fueled his energy to continue.

The last group of Titans emerged from the vortex, their massive feet firmly planted on the ground of Hesperides. Victor, holding his bracelet, watched them advance, a surge of pride mixing with his exhaustion. He sat on a nearby rock, fatigue taking hold of him.

Amidst the excitement of reunions and celebration, Calypso broke away from the crowd and rushed toward the towering figure of Atlas. "Father!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with undeniable joy.

Atlas turned, his voice rumbling like distant thunder, "Calypso!"

She nestled into his embrace, her small stature lost in the immensity of her father. Atlas held her tightly, his hardened muscles relaxing somewhat after years of struggle. "I thought I would never see you again," Atlas admitted, his voice rough with emotion. He gazed at his daughter, her renewed joy making her even more radiant.

"It's thanks to Victor that we are all free," Calypso replied, her gaze shifting to the exhausted young man. Atlas's eyes followed his daughter's, settling on their unexpected liberator.

Atlas approached Victor, his heavy footsteps resonating on the ground. Gratitude shone in his deep eyes. Victor, crouching down, met his imposing gaze. There was a silent exchange between them.

Atlas reached out a hand toward the teenager, helping him up. "Victor, you have brought freedom to my people and reunited a father with his daughter. Your name shall be honored."

Victor, despite the weight of fatigue upon him, smiled with satisfaction. His monumental feat had irreversibly changed the destiny of the Titans and his own.

"Victor," Atlas began, his deep voice resonating with the weight of his long captivity, "I invite you to stay among us. You are one of us now."

The offer surprised Victor. He glanced at Calypso, her joyful face standing out amidst the crowd. The desire to stay with her was strong. However, Kira and Ayden were also there. Their silent refusal and anxious looks served as a warning.

"I am honored by your offer, but I cannot stay. I must return to Ivadoll," Victor replied sincerely.

Atlas was disappointed but accepted the answer. However, he had not given up on convincing him. "In that case, can you do me one last favor?" his gaze lost in the distance. "Do you know where I can find the Cube of Kairos?"

Victor shook his head, curious. "The Cube of Kairos? I'm sorry, but I've never heard of it."

Atlas looked at the horizon as if he were revisiting old memories. "It is a precious relic of the Alterans. If we possessed it, we could prevent our imprisonment before it even occurs."

Ayden broke the silence, his steady voice cutting through the air. "I have heard of it," he said decisively. He caressed a pendant around his neck, revealing a complex, intricately carved cube with intertwined grooves. "And I have it with me."

A stunned silence fell over the gathering. Even Victor couldn't hide his surprise.

"A few weeks ago, during a simulation, I came across this cube," Ayden continued, his fingers brushing over the object as if it were an old acquaintance. He observed the jewel with intense curiosity. "I discovered that it activates on its own when it detects an opportunity to alter a pivotal event."

Ayden looked at each of them in turn. "If you don't seize the opportunity when it arises, it's lost forever."

Suddenly, Kira exploded, "And you're telling us this now?!"

Ayden retorted, unperturbed, "I remind you that Victor wasn't very forthcoming about the Bracelet of Hades either, and you didn't blame him."

Victor countered, indignation in his gaze, "I didn't keep such a discovery to myself for weeks!"

Ayden let out a light laugh while once again turning the cube between his fingers, "The difference with your bracelet, Victor, is that this thing doesn't work! I spent countless days trying to activate it." His smile turned into a mischievous grimace as he glanced playfully at his friends. "More than once, I risked my life, hoping this little miracle would decide it was the right moment to act. But nothing, absolutely nothing."

Ayden shrugged, a tinge of disappointment in his eyes. "Even when we were stuck on Izarc, a situation that seemed quite critical to me, it didn't budge. Not a whisper, not a tremor."

He offered a sarcastic smile before tucking the object under his t-shirt. "So either this cube is very bad at judging crisis situations, or... it simply doesn't work. Maybe it's just a legend, another useless relic of the Ancients."

Ayden's sarcasm spread, attempting to lighten the tense atmosphere that had settled. But despite his biting humor, he couldn't mask the surprise and indignation on Victor and Kira's faces.

Victor turned to Kira, accusation in his voice, "And you, do you have anything to reveal? At this point!"

Kira seemed lost, caught off guard, her words stumbling, her emotion palpable as she tried to defend herself, "Me...? No... I... I have... Oh, and it's not an object!" Her voice trembled as she tried to maintain her composure under the scrutinizing gazes of her friends.

"What do you mean, not an object?!" exclaimed Victor, frustrated.

"That's none of your business!" Kira defended herself, trying to assert herself despite her uncertainties. "And besides, I can't control it. It's of no interest!" Her frustration was evident, her expression revealing both her distress and her reluctance to share this part of herself.

"Are you kidding?!" Victor and Ayden exclaimed simultaneously, their voices filled with annoyance. They exchanged a look of incomprehension, searching for answers that eluded them. Tension reached its peak, unspoken words weighing heavily in the air.

The SG-1 team stood apart, hidden behind a dense row of bushes, watching the trio in conflict with intense vigilance. They had been there for a while, silent spectators of the return of the remaining Titans, witnesses to the interaction between Atlas and the teenagers. They were ready to intervene at any moment.

O'Neill, his forehead marked by a deep wrinkle of concern, alternately stared at Atlas and the Titans. His finger nervously tapped the barrel of his P90, betraying his impatience and anxiety.

"Daniel," he whispered without taking his eyes off, "Have you heard enough?"

Daniel, immersed in deep concentration, stopped looking through his binoculars. "I think so," he admitted. "However, I'm not sure we can handle all these Titans."

Teal'c nodded, "It would be preferable to avoid a direct confrontation."

A heavy silence settled between them, each lost in their respective thoughts while keeping an eye on the conflict before them.

Suddenly, Atlas broke off the discussion between the teenagers with a sharp voice, demanding the Kairos from Ayden, who refused to comply. In an impulsive move, Atlas grabbed Ayden, lifting him off the ground and attempting to rip the necklace from his neck. The teenager, far from giving in, struggled with surprising strength.

Victor and Kira reacted immediately, rushing towards Atlas to try to push him away. A battle ensued, the four individuals entangled in a melee of bodies and furious movements.

The other Titans, witnessing their leader's struggle, ignited with anger and charged towards the group. It was the signal that SG-1 had been waiting for.

"We're intervening!" shouted O'Neill as he emerged from his hiding place, his P90 in hand.

The battle intensified. SG-1 members joined the conflict, their weapons crackling as they aimed at the Titans. Carter and O'Neill dealt with the group of assailants, firing with precision and determination to contain their advance.

Jackson and Teal'c rushed towards the central melee, their weapons aimed at Atlas. They fired judiciously, seeking to neutralize the Titan without harming the teenagers.

Atlas roared in fury as the teenagers fought fiercely. The tranquil landscape had transformed into a battlefield.

In the midst of this chaotic melee, Calypso tried to intervene, her voice attempting to pierce through the tumult. "Father!" she cried, seeking to calm the situation.

Despite Atlas' grip, Ayden managed to strike him in the face, while Victor tried to destabilize him by attacking his legs. Kira aimed for the Titan's neck in an attempt to subdue him.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet hit Atlas' arm, forcing him to release Ayden. The Titan staggered under the impact, his arm falling heavily at his side. The three teenagers were thrown to the ground, panting and exhausted.

In the chaos of the battle, Calypso intervened, courageously standing between her father and the teenagers. Her arms extended before her, forming a barrier against the surrounding violence. "Enough, father!" she exclaimed, her voice firm despite the chaotic atmosphere. Her gaze, steady and determined, locked with Atlas', her plea veiled with reproach. "They have freed you from your prison, can you remain indifferent to that?!"

Atlas stared at her, his eyes aflame with a mix of surprise and indignation. "How dare you speak to me in such a tone?!" he roared, his voice thundering with undeniable authority. "Step aside! The Kairos is mine."

Calypso didn't move, her gaze defiant. "Never! I will not move!" she retorted, her tone laden with resolution.

This unexpected standoff immobilized the Titans, freezing them in place amidst palpable confusion. In the same vein, the SG-1 team halted their assault, incredulity and surprise etched on their faces.

It was then that Jack took a step forward, his boots crunching on the ground as he approached Victor. He grabbed the young man by the arm, his voice unwavering despite the tension in the air. "We can't stay here. Let's go," he ordered. Victor, too exhausted to respond, looked at him in surprise.

Jack then turned to Kira and Ayden, giving them the same unequivocal instruction. The chaotic battle had found an unexpected pause that needed to be seized.

Overwhelmed by consuming frustration and challenged by his own daughter, Atlas raised his arm to strike her. But Victor, sensing the intent in Atlas' gaze, intervened in a split second. Atlas, in a brutal display of his strength, grabbed Victor by the throat and effortlessly lifted him off the ground.

Victor attempted to fight back, throwing a punch toward Atlas. But the Titan halted the strike in mid-swing, his hand closing around Victor's fist with a steely brutality. With impressive fluidity, Atlas seized the shining Hadès bracelet on Victor's wrist. His fingers tightened around the artifact and, with disconcerting ease, he shattered it into pieces. The metal crackled, twisted, and disintegrated under the pressure of his grip.

Surprise etched across Victor's face. His eyes widened as they fixed on the metallic debris of his precious artifact. How could Atlas have so easily reduced the Hadès bracelet to dust? The reality of the situation, strange and terrifying, struck him hard, shaking his most solid convictions.

Suddenly, a blade emerged from within Atlas' armor, emanating from his hand.

With a swift and surprising motion, Atlas inserted the blade into Victor's abdomen without delay. A sharp cry of pain tore from the young man's throat, resonating within the vast cavernous space.

A malicious and satisfied smile formed on Atlas' face. He tilted his head, locking his gaze with Victor's as he spoke words dripping with disdain, "Don't tell me you actually thought Alterans were superior to Titans?"

His declaration rang out like a death knell in the heavy air, punctuating a threatening silence. Victor's face paled, pain and terror etched indelibly in his eyes as Atlas' merciless blade pierced through him.

The suffocating echo of silence was abruptly shattered by a resounding gunshot. All the participants on the field jolted at the sharp sound of the shot. A projectile, fired with formidable precision, lodged itself in Atlas' massive chest. A roar of agony erupted from the Titan's throat as his grip loosened, freeing Victor who collapsed lifelessly to the ground, a piece of the blade, a witness to the brutal assault he had just endured, still embedded in his side.

The shot came from Jack. His face was tense, marked by unwavering resolve. Taking a breath, he held his still-smoking weapon firmly. Overwhelmed by terror, Calypso rushed towards her father, letting out a horrified exclamation. "How could you do this?!" she screamed, her voice erupting like a wave of furious reproach.

Taking advantage of the general confusion, Jack hurried towards Victor, urgency painted on his face. Teal'c, with a solemn expression, quickly joined him. Together, they lifted Victor, carrying him between them as they began their retreat.

Sam, Daniel, Kira, and Ayden didn't hesitate for a second, quickly moving to follow them. The imperative was clear: put as much distance as possible between themselves and the wounded Titan. Although injured, Atlas remained a tangible threat.

In a sure motion, Jack activated his radio, his breathless voice flooding the airwaves, "This is O'Neill," he stammered, his words punctuated by their frantic pace, "We're heading to the Stargate, get ready to activate it!"

The SG1 team and the teenagers fled, driven by terror and urgency. Behind them, the roars of the Titans echoed, a brutal reminder of the looming threat chasing them.

However, Calypso emerged as an unexpected obstacle. Her graceful silhouette stood out against the backlight, her arms raised in a defiant gesture. Her face seemed chiseled from stone, each feature emanating indomitable determination.

Atlas, suffering but far from defeated, seethed with anger. His desire to pursue the fugitives and reclaim the Kairos was palpable, but Calypso stood in his way. "I will prevent you from catching up with them, father," she declared, her voice carrying an authority that resonated in the tense air.

Her audacious proclamation halted the Titans in their tracks, creating a precious respite. SG1 and the teenagers, seizing this opportunity, redoubled their efforts in their escape. Breathless, they caught sight of the Stargate, a true oasis of safety in the midst of the hostile environment.

SG3, under the firm command of Colonel Reynolds, awaited at its side, ready to intervene. Seeing Jack approaching on the horizon, Reynolds immediately gave the order to activate the Stargate.

Victor, injured and unconscious, was still supported by Jack and Teal'c. His complexion had turned gray. Each breath was a struggle, his chest barely rising. The wound inflicted by Atlas oozed profusely, the metallic scent of blood mingling ominously with the smell of the blade and sweat.

Worry was visible in every gesture of Jack and Sam. O'Neill's eyes were fixed on Victor, his jaw clenched, betraying the gravity of the situation. Sam, on the other hand, watched the glyphs on the DHD activate, her eyes fixed on the device's glowing screen. Each second was painfully precious, Victor's life hanging by a thread.

Finally, the Stargate activated. Driven by extreme urgency, they rushed through it. Teal'c, still supporting Victor, cast one final glance backward, his warrior's eyes scanning the landscape. They couldn't afford to let anyone see the coordinates of their destination. With a satisfied nod, he crossed the threshold of the Stargate, leaving the battlefield behind.

Back on Earth, stress ran high within the SGC. Technicians scrambled, trying to make sense of the situation, while alarms blared, adding urgency to their actions. It was amidst this chaos that the medical team arrived, led by Dr. Carolyn Lam, their calm demeanor contrasting with the prevailing confusion.

Victor, pale and motionless, was laid on the ground. The harsh ceiling lights accentuated his pallor, highlighting the seriousness in the faces of SG1 and the teenagers. Their worried, anxious gaze remained fixed on the young man's prone figure.

Dr. Lam, assisted by two nurses, hurried to him and immediately began administering first aid. One of the nurses quickly placed an oxygen mask over Victor's face to aid his breathing, while Dr. Lam began examining for any injuries, her experienced hands gently exploring the young man's body.

"What happened?" she asked, struggling to maintain her composure.

"He was stabbed in the abdomen," Sam reported, her voice laden with anxiety.

Dr. Lam focused her attention on the blade protruding from his abdomen. Carefully, she attempted to extract it but was met with a cry of pain from Victor. The blade seemed firmly lodged, each extraction attempt only causing visible agony on the young man's face. His muscles tightened around the object with every movement, as if holding it in place.

Horror-stricken, Sam rushed to Victor. The echo of his cry of pain still rang in her ears as she knelt on the hard, cold ground, as hard and cold as the steel of the blade. Her hands, though trembling, were resolute as they reached for Victor's. Lying on the ground, his face contorted in pain, he appeared more vulnerable than ever.

With comforting gentleness, Sam enveloped her hand around his, the warmth of their contact acting as a soothing balm. She gently squeezed his hand, seeking to convey silent reassurance.

Her eyes, fixed on Victor's face, discerned every trace of pain. "Hang in there, Victor," she whispered. She didn't know if he could hear her, but she hoped that somehow, he would sense the encouragement and strength she wanted to convey.

"I can't remove it without risking further injury," Dr. Lam stated, her gaze reflecting deep concern. "He needs to be taken to the operating room. Immediately!"

As they prepared to move Victor, Kira interrupted their progress. "Let me try," she suggested.

"He is extremely weak, we can't afford to waste more time," Lam replied, her professional calm resurfacing.

Kira turned to Jack and Sam, seeking their approval. "Please."

After a brief moment of heavy silence, they gave their consent with a nod. In this desperate situation, they were willing to explore every option.

Kira then leaned over Victor, her fingers barely above the open wound. Her eyelids closed gently, as if drawing from an invisible strength. Suddenly, the blade seemed to extricate itself from Victor's body, who showed no signs of pain. The ensuing surprise was broken only by the sound of the blade hitting the ground, ejected with astonishing delicacy.

Kira maintained her position, her eyes still closed, her face marked by intense concentration. Colors gradually seemed to return to Victor, his pale skin slowly regaining its usual hue. Vital signs stabilized, his breathing became more regular, his pulse stronger.

"His heart rate and saturation are returning to normal, Doctor," one of the nurses announced.

Victor's wound was gradually closing, to the astonished eyes of the medical team. But as the incident seemed to be resolving, Kira suddenly collapsed, drained by the intense effort she had just exerted, leaving a fresh scar on Victor's abdomen.

One of the nurses immediately turned to attend to Kira. He checked her pulse, then placed a hand on her forehead. She was unconscious but breathing normally. It seemed that the effort had simply exhausted her.

With the blade now out of his body, Victor opened his eyes. A faint groan escaped his lips as he attempted to sit up, but Dr. Lam gently prevented him from doing so.

"Stay still," she urged firmly, pressing gently on his chest to keep him down. "Your wound needs to be sutured."

She signaled two nurses who hurried to prepare a stretcher. With undeniable professionalism, they carefully assisted Victor in moving, ensuring not to aggravate his still-bleeding injury.

"Take him to the infirmary," Lam ordered, her gaze following Victor's stretcher with a vigilant eye. On the other side of the room, Kira was also carefully placed on a stretcher, ready to be transported.

As Victor and Kira were being taken away, Sam and Jack followed them, exchanging glances from time to time, drawing comfort from their silent connection.

In the embarkation room, Teal'c, Daniel, and Ayden remained in the background, respecting the silence of the situation. Teal'c, with his arms crossed over his massive chest, kept his eyes fixed on the door through which the injured had been evacuated.

Beside him, Daniel wore an expression of evident concern, his fingers nervously tapping on his uniform sleeve. "It seems that Victor isn't the only one who possesses the powers of the Ancients."

"Indeed," Teal'c acknowledged, his voice soothing but containing palpable tension.

Daniel turned to Ayden, "Do the three of you have this healing ability?"

Surprised by Daniel's question, Ayden blinked. He looked at the two men before slowly shaking his head. "Honestly, I don't know," he admitted. "This is the first time I've seen Kira do something like that. I've never seen Victor do it, and personally, I've never tried."

"I see," Daniel replied, his expression pensive.

As Jackson made his way towards the exit of the embarkation room, his eyes were drawn to a metallic glint on the floor. It was the remaining part of the blade that had been removed from Victor, lying there in a pool of shadow. A series of enigmatic inscriptions were engraved on it, immediately piquing his archaeologist's curiosity.

He bent down to pick it up, his mind already buzzing with questions. What could these inscriptions possibly mean?

He carefully tucked it away in his pocket and left the embarkation room.

Atlas, despite the anger consuming him, recognized the futility of immediate pursuit. A low growl emanated from him, and he summoned the other Titans.

Calypso, devastated by the turn of events, joined them. Her eyes, witnesses to her father's betrayal, hardened, a sign of her discontent.

"We are returning to Othrys," announced Atlas, his voice heavy with future reprisals. The name of their home world evoked raw power and advanced technology, embodying their dominance and superiority.

However, their planet had been left unguarded during their absence. The uncertainty of what they might find upon their return weighed on Atlas. Their hope rested on the belief that their world would have remained unchanged, their precious technology preserved.

Pushing these concerns aside, Atlas signaled for the Titans to follow him. The familiar sight of the Stargate activating, the pulsating light that emanated from it, provided a semblance of comfort.

Calypso stepped through the Stargate, her eyes fixed on the luminous vortex, a symbol of their impending journey back to their home world. As the Titans disappeared one by one into the brilliance of the vortex, the threat they embodied seemed to intensify, each step bringing them closer to their ultimate objective.

To be continued...