Storytime with Rachel F Hundred

‘It wasn’t just me right. Jack was uh…’ Daniel shook his hand up by his head, ‘a little weird back there.’ He pressed the button for the elevator before taking a step back and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.

Sam glanced over at him. ‘I wouldn’t say he was being weird.’

‘Nor would I, Daniel Jackson,’ Teal’c intoned seriously, his arms clasped behind his back in his traditional pose.

Daniel frowned and pushed his glasses up his nose. He couldn’t be the only member of SG1 who thought Jack had looked weird when he’d responded to Daniel’s comment about how maybe Jack should have taken the decision to destroy the alkesh anyway. Of course, if Jack had made the decision to destroy the spaceship, potentially they would have all died so all things considered, Daniel was relieved to still be alive. But he could be relieved to be alive and acknowledge that the decision Jack had made meant that the lives of six planets could potentially be lost as a result.

He pointed at Sam and Teal’c. ‘You both had the same look of concern as I did when Jack walked off.’

Sam cleared her throat. ‘I was concerned.’

‘As was I,’ Teal’c agreed.

The elevator arrived and they trooped in.

Sam pressed the button which would see them head to her lab and the doors closed.

‘Are you really saying that look was concern?’ asked Daniel bluntly. ‘I thought you were agreeing with me Jack was weird.’

Sam sighed. She looked tired. There were smudges of darkness beneath her eyes and tension lines around her mouth which gave away that she was running on steam.

Daniel felt a twinge of guilt at pursuing his question. The last twenty-four hours had been rough on the leader of SG1. She’d been transported to the alkesh, zatted, tied up and forced to witness the Trust killing a planet of Jaffa. She’d fought to get free when the opportunity had arisen, gotten them and the Stargate out with her quick thinking on the locator beam, and then she’d stayed up most of the night to reinstall the Stargate and get it operational.

‘I was surprised at how he responded to you,’ Sam replied, gesturing with the clipboard she held, ‘even though your commentary was…’

‘Ill-advised,’ Teal’c offered.

‘I would have said provocative,’ Sam said.

Daniel wrinkled his nose. ‘All I said was…’

‘That he should have taken the decision to kill us instead of giving us the chance to survive,’ Sam asserted before he could finish.

Daniel’s mouth snapped shut. ‘That wasn’t what I meant.’

Sam’s pursed lips conveyed her disbelief. Teal’c simply raised an eyebrow.

‘I’m not sure how else you could have meant it. It was an impossible choice for him, a tough choice as he said, Daniel,’ Sam said firmly, ‘and you effectively told him that he should have made a different choice.’

‘I agree with Colonel Carter,’ Teal’c said.

Daniel frowned. ‘I didn’t mean to dismiss how difficult the decision was for him, I was just…’ he gestured at his teammates, ‘expressing the thought that destroying the alkesh would have prevented any further use of the toxin. It would have saved the lives of more Jaffa.’

‘You’re not wrong,’ Sam allowed, ‘but the General’s probably already taken some flak for his decision.’

‘O’Neill’s decisions are subject to much scrutiny,’ Teal’c added.

Daniel knew that. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at his teammates.

‘You read Colonel Pendergast’s report,’ Sam pointed at him with her clipboard, ‘you know that the Prometheus had a clear shot at us and the General ordered them not to fire and give us more time. That he gave us that time could be seen as favouritism; that his judgement was compromised. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s had some hard questioning on it.’

Daniel knew that.

Except, he mused, he had kind of not been thinking about the likely inquisition Jack had faced about his decision when he’d made his comment.

Sam sighed. ‘Your comment…’

‘Rubbed salt in the wound,’ Daniel finished the sentence before she could.

The elevator pinged as it came to a halt.

Sam led the way out and they followed down to her lab. They gathered around the central table.

In many ways, Daniel was getting familiar with it just being the three of them as the team, but he still sometimes caught himself looking for Jack.

‘It’s also not the first time you’ve poked at him for being the Man,’ Sam said, resuming the conversation once their privacy was assured.

Daniel winced. She wasn’t wrong.

‘There was that quip about feeling happy you weren’t the one to break the news of the ‘gate going missing to the President,’ Sam continued, placing the clipboard down. ‘I get that poking at each other is kind of your thing, it’s just…’

‘Wrong moment,’ Daniel said as she trailed off. He pressed his lips together. ‘Actually, not so much the wrong moment as much as it wasn’t really meant as a poke at him at all.’

‘I understood your words to originate from your horror at the likely fate of my people with the Trust still being in possession of the toxin, Daniel Jackson,’ Teal’c said.

‘I don’t think the General might have realised that in the moment,’ Sam said with an exaggerated wince.

Daniel sighed. ‘Yeah, I’m getting that.’

His relationship with Jack was founded on their snarky banter, but he really hadn’t meant to poke at Jack. He grimaced as the image of Jack saying tersely ‘tough choice’ flickered through his mind.

He pointed behind him. ‘I’m, uh, going to head out and see if I can find him.’

Sam nodded at him approvingly.

Teal’c inclined his head.

Daniel headed straight back to Jack’s office only to be stumped when he found it empty.

‘Uh, the General’s left for the day, Doctor Jackson,’ Sergeant Mackenzie informed him nervously from his position by the stairs leading down to the control room.

Daniel offered a smile as he thanked him. He hovered for a long moment before making his way to the locker room to change into his street clothes. His journey out of the Mountain did not take long and he made a stop on his way to Jack’s to pick up a peace offering. It was the first thing he shoved in Jack’s direction when the other man opened the door to his house.

‘Pizza,’ Daniel pushed past Jack in the doorway and headed into the den, sitting down on the sofa.

Jack shot him a hard look but he closed the door and carried the pizza boxes inside, setting them on the small coffee table. He went back into the kitchen and returned with a wadge of napkins and two beers. He set one down in front of Daniel.

Daniel reached for the box on the bottom which was his. He nudged Jack’s towards him.

Jack sighed heavily. ‘What are you doing here, Daniel?’

Daniel waved a slice of pizza at him, the scent of tomato and dough wafting through the air. ‘Apologising.’

Jack’s eyebrows both rose a touch at the admission. He sat down next to him and opened up his own box. He gave a hum of satisfaction at finding his favourite inside.

‘You may continue,’ Jack offered generously as he picked up a slice and took a bite.

Daniel rolled his eyes. He chewed on his own bite of pizza for a long moment. ‘Do you remember when you and Teal’c were on the submarine with the Replicators?’

‘I remember,’ Jack stuffed another slice of pizza in his mouth.

‘So I get it,’ Daniel said seriously. ‘I know you made a lot of tough choices when you led the team, and I get that you have to make a lot of tough choices now. I really didn’t mean to needle you back in the ‘gate room.’

Jack waved a slice at him. ‘You were just being you, I get that, Daniel.’

Daniel looked at him pointedly.

‘Well, I get it now,’ Jack conceded. ‘I might have been, you know…’

‘Pissed at me in the moment?’ Daniel suggested.

‘That,’ Jack picked up his beer.

Daniel reached for a napkin to wipe off a smear of tomato sauce from his fingers. ‘Did you get a lot of heat for it?’

Jack sipped his beer and shrugged. ‘I’d just gotten off the phone with Maynard when I went to see you guys in the ‘gate room. Let’s just say he wasn’t happy.’

‘Ah,’ Daniel grimaced. He kept eating for a long moment, taking his time to think about what he wanted to say next.

‘Don’t worry about it, Daniel,’ Jack said matter-of-factly. ‘It’s part of the job.’

‘Sure,’ Daniel agreed easily. ‘But that doesn’t mean that you deserve to be hauled over the coals because you chose to give us more time instead of the Prometheus taking the first opportunity to shoot us down.’

‘Don’t I?’ Jack challenged him briskly. ‘I chose to take the risk on the alkesh running,’ he made a flying away motion with his free hand, ‘and you weren’t wrong in what you said, that ship is out there with the toxin and capability to destroy six more worlds. Sure, they’ll target Goa’uld designated planets, but it doesn’t stop the fact that they are indiscriminatingly killing the Jaffa.’

Daniel pushed the pizza box to the side and picked up his own beer. He took a long swallow before he replied, his thumb brushing over the label. ‘You didn’t make the choice because it was us per se.’

Jack raised his scarred eyebrow in a mimic of Teal’c. ‘I didn’t?’ he asked dryly.

‘You made the choice because you believed in us, yes, in me and Sam,’ Daniel said succinctly, ‘but if it had been Reynolds and his team, or Dave’s team, or any of the teams in the SGC, you would have given them time.’ He held Jack’s gaze firmly, willing his friend to believe him. ‘You know that.’

Jack pressed his lips together finally. ‘Maybe and I figure if this was a year ago and I had gone with you and it had been Hammond making the decision, he would have given us the time,’ he conceded. ‘But I also know that I messed up agreeing for you to go and not a trained Marine.’

Daniel frowned, his brow lowering and he opened his mouth to protest…

‘That was primarily what Maynard pulled me up on,’ Jack said.

Daniel blinked.

What?

‘You’re a highly valuable civilian asset,’ Jack mimed finger quotes even though he was still holding his beer. ‘Not to mention that you’re not specially trained in military infiltration operations.’

Daniel bristled like an angry cat because…

Jack held up his hand. ‘I know you’ve got more experience than a lot of the military guys at the SGC, Daniel, and I know you’re well-read and strategically sound in your thinking a lot of the time. I know that.’

So don’t kill the messenger, Daniel thought, unwillingly amused.

‘You were still not the best person to send on the mission to take over the alkesh and rescue Carter,’ Jack continued. ‘I know that too.’

Daniel blinked again. ‘I was the only person who could have translated any Ancient command codes.’ That was the excuse he’d used to convince Jack it had to be him.

Jack looked at him sharply. ‘So, the primers you’ve created and the language lessons you’ve provided are for funsies?’ He pointed at him. ‘There are five Marines with the right military skills and good Ancient language understanding in the programme, Daniel.’

Daniel drank his beer rather than respond because, really, he already knew that.

‘You only tossed that at me because it gave us a solid reason to send you rather than someone else,’ Jack said bluntly. ‘You and I both knew that it was unlikely the Trust would reuse Ancient as their control language once they got into the system from your previous translation. It was more likely they rewrote the programme and used a military encryption once they had access to the computer.’

And that was also true and very likely what had happened since he’d had to zat the control panel to disrupt their shielding. He also couldn’t deny that someone else might have avoided getting caught; might have disabled the engines or been able to subdue the Trust members on board.

Daniel sighed. ‘They may have had a point.’

‘Exactly,’ Jack said. He tipped his bottle at Daniel. ‘But I let you convince me to send you because it was Carter and she’s our…your team.’ He shrugged and looked away to the TV which was playing a hockey game. ‘That’s on me.’

Daniel heard the correction and grimaced. He guessed they were all still adjusting to their new roles. For all he’d supported the change, Daniel knew he was struggling with it himself. He’d had a few conversations with Sam already with her having to remind him that she was the team leader even though he respected her completely. He squirmed in his seat a little before turning back to Jack.  

‘I’m sorry,’ he said sincerely. ‘You might have ultimately made the decision, but I put you in that position by insisting it had to be me because it was Sam.’

Jack huffed his agreement.

‘I will try not to do that again,’ Daniel offered.

Jack’s head snapped back around to him. There was a glint of amusement in his brown eyes as he simply looked at Daniel with an eyebrow raised in an impressive Teal’c impression.

Daniel shrugged one shoulder as he went back for another slice of his pizza. ‘I said try.’  

He wasn’t surprised when the cushion hit him.

o-O-o

‘They must be held to account and reparations made!’

Jacob winced as he felt the full force of Selmak’s disgust for Delek.

Delek was one of the loudest voices on the Council. He had helped architect the decision to leave the alliance with Earth and the Rebel Alliance. Jacob had always considered him a disrespectful turd and his opinion had never shifted in all the time he had known him.

‘I propose we send a delegation to the Tau’ri immediately with our demands!’ Delek continued, banging his fist angrily against the crystalline table.

Jacob inwardly rolled his eyes since Selmak had control of his body. He felt a pulse of amusement and agreement from his symbiote, the whisper that she wished they could roll their eyes whispering through their shared mind.

At least Delek was not High Councillor.

One of the moves their own small faction had made since the alliance had broken up had been to challenge Per’sus for the High Councillor position before Delek’s side could. Their old friend Garshaw had been voted to the position with a great deal of support.

Jacob wasn’t surprised that Delek’s last statement brought Garshaw to her feet at the head of the table. She was the one of the few in the room not in the usual Tok’ra dress of serviceable pants, tunic and jacket. Instead, she wore a heavy green robe denoting her status.

‘Enough,’ Garshaw said firmly. ‘We do not even know for certain that it was the Tau’ri who poisoned Zarin.’

Delek glowered at her. ‘We have the report that the last two activations to that Stargate were from Tau’ri known coordinates including Earth!’

‘Which is a reason to contact them and understand why they visited,’ Garshaw said sternly. ‘We have no way of knowing if they visited the planet for some reason and found the garrison dead as we did once Zarin missed their usual check-in.’

‘But we do know that the Tau’ri are the only others who have the formula for the toxin,’ asserted Jelka. The dark-haired Tok’ra’s host was young in comparison to most at the table. He was Delek’s protégé and another isolationist.

‘We also know it was the Tau’ri who pressed us for agreement not to use the toxin because of the collateral damage to the Jaffa and we know from our intelligence network that one of the Jaffa worlds was also hit in this attack,’ Garshaw rejoined, stabbing her finger onto the table.

That piece of information had come from Bra’tac leaving a message for Selmak and Jacob in one of their drop spots. It had also said that they were waiting to hear from Teal’c who had gone to the Alpha site and would contact them when they knew more.

It is possible that the travel from the Alpha site was Teal’c investigating; he may have thought Zarin would know what was happening, Selmak mused.

Jacob inwardly agreed with her. That makes sense, he thought, if Teal’c had already discovered the massacre on P4S161 and couldn’t get back to Earth, he would have gone to the Alpha site.  

A frisson of worry shot through them because the implications of not being able to dial Earth were not good.

‘I believe it was you and Delek who pushed for its use regardless. Not to mention your faction which spearheaded breaking our alliance with the Tau’ri which has limited our intelligence on their activity.’   

Delek’s sour face spoke volumes.

Garshaw sat back down. ‘I do not disagree that it is concerning. Selmak, what are your thoughts on what has occurred here?’

Selmak cleared her throat. ‘There are three possibilities. Firstly, that it is not the Tau’ri but a rogue Tok’ra who is responsible for the attacks.’

A spate of disquieting mumbles broke out around the table.

Garshaw quieted them with a look. ‘We know we have had internal issues before! It is a valid theory.’

‘It is,’ Selmak continued calmly, folding their hands on the table in front of them, ‘but not the most likely one.’ She cleared their throat. ‘The second option is the one I think is most likely; that Earth was or is compromised, perhaps a foothold situation. Whomever has or had control of their ‘gate for that period is responsible. There is no way Stargate Command itself would countenance the use of the toxin, especially not on a planet they knew to be occupied only by Rebel Jaffa.’

Ba’ray, another ally of Selmak’s, nodded. ‘That I believe makes the most sense.’

‘You mentioned a third possibility?’ questioned Delek tersely.

‘That there have been internal political changes on Earth which have altered the personnel in charge of the Stargate,’ Selmak concluded. ‘Again, I doubt that as, again, I do not think they would have targeted the Rebel Jaffa who we know remain an ally if not in an alliance with the Tau’ri.’

Garshaw nodded. ‘It seems we must make contact the Tau’ri and determine which scenario has come to pass.’

Jacob wasn’t surprised when both he and Selmak leaped to the opportunity presented with mental glee. The week before they’d met with Bra’tac in person and received a letter from Sam. They were both keen to return to Earth and see what was going on with Jacob’s daughter and her decision to marry.

‘I could travel to a neutral planet and see if I can dial Earth,’ Selmak suggested. ‘If I do not make contact there, I can reroute to the Alpha site.’

‘You are compromised by your host!’ Delek snapped. ‘He is of the Tau’ri! If they have committed this crime against us in killing Zarin, he will help them cover it up!’

Selmak’s rage flashed even as others erupted in protest. Jacob could feel the heat of white against his vision momentarily.

Garshaw got back to their feet and banged on the table to bring order to the room again.

‘I am deeply offended,’ Selmak said as soon as there was enough quiet to be heard. ‘Jacob is an honourable man and I have been nothing but loyal to the Tok’ra!’

Delek shifted uncomfortably under their hard gaze. ‘I apologise for my accusation. My emotions are running high. Zarin was a friend.’

Lover, Selmak supplied dryly even as they nodded their head in acknowledgement of the insincere apology.

‘Delek may have mis-spoke, but he had a point,’ Jelka said, leaning forward. ‘There is a conflict of interest here if Jacob is to be part of the mission.’

Selmak inwardly heaved a sigh. Jacob tried to sooth her frustration but he was equally frustrated.  

Garshaw placed her hands down on the table. ‘I disagree utterly with the sentiment you have expressed, Delek, but I can also see that such a conflict of interest does exist.’ She shot Selmak an apologetic look. ‘Your idea to investigate is sound as always, Selmak, but it cannot be you who goes to the Tau’ri.’ She picked up a computer tablet and glanced down at it. ‘Malek is currently available. He will pick a small team to accompany him and leave.’ She nodded at a nearby guard who swiftly left to relay her orders.

The meeting wrapped up quickly after that.

Selmak remained seated as the others drifted out. She absently rubbed the side of their head where there was the beginnings of a nagging ache.

Garshaw approached them once it was just the two of them left, sliding into the seat next to them. ‘I am sorry, my old friend,’ she reached out and clasped Jacob’s forearm, ‘I realise it has been a while since Jacob was able to make contact with his world.’

Selmak nodded. ‘You know I do not have much time left, Garshaw. Jacob would like to return to Earth one last time before we die to see his children. This would have at least given us a legitimate reason to leave without accusations of our choosing his home world over the Tok’ra again.’

‘We will make it happen,’ Garshaw promised. She squeezed their arm and let go. ‘I do have a favour to ask.’

Selmak raised an eyebrow in mute query.

‘With Ba’al moving into Anubis’ territory we have a lot of intelligence reports coming in,’ Garshaw explained. ‘Korra has asked for assistance in analysing them. He feels there is an oddity but cannot parse it.’

Selmak sighed. ‘We will assist him.’

We did originally say we’d gather more info on Ba’al before heading back to Earth, Jacob reminded her.

She did the equivalent of mentally blowing a raspberry at him.

‘Thank you,’ Garshaw offered them one more sad smile and left.

Selmak conceded control and Jacob mentally stretched out in his body again. With all the hostility for him, they had agreed for Selmak to be in control during their primary interactions with the other Tok’ra but he still felt it stifling.

He made for the main intelligence hub which was located a distance away from the Council room.

The space was small; a round room filled with five intelligence desks. Three were occupied. A small redhead ignored them, her head bent down, headphones clasped to her ears as she listened intently. Across the room, a blond curly-haired host had their eyes glued to a screen which had a lengthy message displayed.

The other Tok’ra rose from their desk at the sight of them, a pleased smile flitting across their face.

Korra had not changed appearance in all the time Jacob had known them. Their host was from a planet seeded by Ra centuries before. Their skin was the brown hue of a good strong coffee, matched with black hair Korra kept shaved almost to the skull, and dark brown almost black eyes.

‘Jacob,’ Korra greeted them with a firm handshake. ‘I am pleased to have yours and Selmak’s assistance. Let me set you up. You’ve used a receiver before, yes?’

Jacob looked at the oddly shaped device but nodded. ‘I have.’

It was one of the Tok’ra’s prized possessions; the devices tracked all the Goa’uld ships the Tok’ra had managed to tag, and allowed unfettered access to the intelligence network. No receiver had ever passed out of Tok’ra hands, not even when they had formally allied with Earth.

It only took a moment for Jacob to settle in the chair in front of the monitor. For a moment, he stared blankly at the reams of information being displayed.

It wasn’t a surprise that they had not been allowed to go to Earth, but he felt his disappointment keenly, as though it was a knife wound to his gut.

Selmak sent him a wave of soothing comfort.

We will get back to Earth soon, Jacob, she thought with enough determination in her mental tone Jacob knew she would make it happen, no matter what the Council wanted.

He sent her a rush of gratitude before turning back to the task at hand. Maybe he couldn’t help Earth right at that moment, couldn’t see Sam and assure himself of his little girl’s happiness, but he could do this and fulfil his and Selmak’s duty to the Tok’ra.

o-O-o

‘Do you not have plans with Detective Shanahan this evening, Colonel Carter?’ asked Teal’c as he clocked the time on the laptop. He had been sitting writing his report in the Colonel’s lab since Daniel Jackson’s departure.

‘Not tonight,’ Sam responded, her attention on her computer screen. ‘He started working with a new team last week and they’ve got a team night out.’

Teal’c hummed. It seemed to him that ever since his teammate had made the decision to agree to Pete Shanahan’s proposal that she had returned to the behaviour she had exhibited just after their return from Atlantis after the battle – namely that she was avoiding him.

Perhaps she was having second thoughts, he mused. He would not be surprised if she was reconsidering her decision. He knew that the original proposal had been a shock to her and that she had taken weeks to answer the question. He believed wholeheartedly that she had only said yes because she felt Detective Shanahan was her only choice for a life beyond the SGC. He also believed that had O’Neill made it clear that his heart was still hers, Samantha Carter would never have begun dating Shanahan let alone agree to marrying him.

He briefly considered asking her if all was well before discarding the idea.

‘I did not get the opportunity to inform you that your message was safely delivered to your father, Colonel Carter,’ Teal’c said. ‘Bra’tac confirmed it to me before I made my first attempt to return.’

She turned to him with a bright smile. ‘Bra’tac saw him?’

‘Indeed,’ Teal’c inclined his head. ‘Your father is well and in good spirits.’

Sam nodded, her smile dimming a touch. ‘Well, I’m sure neither him nor Selmak will be in good spirits once they get news of Zarin’s death.’

Teal’c pressed his lips together. ‘The actions of the Trust will not help mend the alliance between our people.’

‘Nope,’ Sam agreed crisply. ‘They’re more likely to keep us apart, but maybe that was a side bonus for them.’ She shook her head. ‘They really didn’t care at all about any collateral damage they caused in trying to enact their genocide.’ She bit her lip. ‘But given they had intelligence from their time at the NID, I have to assume they knew the planet was designated a Rebel Jaffa outpost and they meant to target it.’

Teal’c glowered. ‘One day we will have our vengeance for their crimes against the Jaffa.’

He wasn’t surprised to see her expression soften.

‘I am sorry, Teal’c,’ Sam murmured.

‘We will rebuild,’ Teal’c said grimly. ‘We have done it before and we will do it again.’

‘How many of the Jaffa leadership did you lose?’ asked Sam.

‘Including M’Zel, we lost only three of our leaders,’ Teal’c said. ‘The majority of us had already travelled back to other planets.’

Sam’s cell phone buzzed on the desk beside her keyboard. She frowned and turned back to pick it up. She frowned. ‘It’s Cassie. Uh, but from a friend of Cassie’s using her phone. She says Cassie needs a ride from…’ she cut off abruptly.

‘Colonel Carter?’ prompted Teal’c.

‘She’s at a bar, drunk,’ Sam explained succinctly.

Teal’c closed his laptop and got to his feet as she swiftly started to stow her work items, declaring her intent to leave without saying a word.

‘I will come with you,’ Teal’c said. ‘I would like to assure myself of her safety.’

Sam nodded absently. ‘I can’t believe she’s gone to a bar and gotten drunk. I thought she’d put that kind of behaviour behind her.’

‘Perhaps the recent loss of her romantic relationship with Dominic has led her astray once more,’ Teal’c said.

‘Unfortunately, I think you’re right,’ Sam sighed as she locked up her final drawer.

She had not retrieved her engagement ring and Teal’c determined not to remind her.

 ‘I just wish that there was more I could do to help her,’ Sam admitted as she not so subtly hustled them out of her office.

‘You have kept your home as a safe space for her during this troubling time,’ Teal’c noted. ‘You have provided support and comfort to her in the wake of losing Doctor Fraiser. I believe you have done much to aide, Cassandra, Colonel Carter.’

He fell into step beside her as they walked to the elevator.

‘Maybe,’ Sam allowed, ‘but I’m thinking she really needs more help.’ She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her brow lowered in thought. 

Teal’c bowed his head. ‘I will return to my quarters by way of the stairs and change into my civilian wear. I meet you by your vehicle, Colonel Carter.’

She gave him an absent-minded nod as she got into the elevator.

He made for the stairs.

He was not pleased that Cassandra was in difficulty but he could admit to himself that he was relieved not to spend the evening alone in his quarters with his own grief at losing more of his fellow Jaffa.

They had lost too many, Teal’c mused grimly, but he had faith that they would prevail. One day all Jaffa would be free, and all the Goa’uld, False Gods that they were, would be dead.

fin.

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