Next Recruit in Lord Iblis Secret Service

Part: Prologue
Rating: PG, maybe be PG-13 later on
paring: ensemble cast
Summary: Helo is surprised when an old friend he thought lost manages to turn up in the hands of the Gou'ald system Lord Iblis. This is a sequel to Every Stray Child, and co-written with Rap541.

Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and its characters are creations of Glen Larson and copywrited by Universal Studios. Stargate and its characters are creations of MGM. We make no money off this.

Prologue

Karl Agathon sat at one of the tables in the cafeteria and looked at the information in front of him. It was lunch, but eating wasn't on his mind at all. The tray he had retrieved was off to the side, and his lunch was cooling slowly, but he ignored it. Several days ago the Tok'ra had received some odd information concerning one of the more backwards planets. Since Karl has been on Earth he found out that the people here, or the Tau'ri were more technologically advanced than most of the planets that were inhabited. It seemed strange especially since the Colonies were considerably more advanced than anything that Earth had.

Rumor had it that the destroyer of gods had been returned to Iblis. Since Stargate Command knew that Felix Gaeta was still on Earth, it meant that the Goa'uld had found a new victim to torture. He had been surprised that Colonel O'Neill had given the file instead of Gaeta, but then had reconsidered it. They would probably need to rescue whoever the Goa'uld had, if only to stop the Goa'uld from using their victim to execute any Tok'ra they came across. That meant a mission, and Felix wasn't cleared for off world missions, and wasn't likely to be. It hadn't surprised Helo when he'd found out. Felix had never been the sort to run to a fight, but after ten years of torture by the Goa'uld, Felix had struggled and continued to struggle with post traumatic stress and anxiety. The man had bounced back well, but as a soldier, Helo wasn't certain he'd want the added risk on a mission. And considering who Iblis had captured, it was probably for the best.

The former Colonial pilot sighed as he closed his eyes. When he opened them he saw the same thing. The file from O'Neill, and something he never expected to see was staring back at him. Kara Thrace. What wasn't so good was the rumors that were swirling around her and a certain gou'ald named Iblis.

"Hey, Helo? What'cha lookin' at? That file I gave you?"

He looked up at the newcomer. Jack O'Neill was standing in front of him with his own lunch tray. The American Air Force pilot led the premier team that went through the Stargate, but as of late, he was spending more and more time within the underground base itself.

"Yes, looking over the information the Tok'ra graciously decided to give us," Karl answered with no small amount of irritation. During the time he was with SGC he quickly came to realize how few and far between the information from the Tok'ra was. So, no matter how small the information that was reluctantly handed over they went through it very thoroughly. "That file you gave me, there's something concerning…One of the captives…"

"Oh?" Jack sat down and picked up his fork.

Karl nodded absently. "Shortly before…we arrived…one of our pilots disappeared. We were never sure what happened to her…" his voice faded. He shook his head and picked up the grainy black and white image that one of the Tok'ra operatives had managed to take and handed it over. Her hair was much longer and dark circles were under her eyes from exhaustion, but she was essentially the same from the pictures as he remembered. She looked younger than she should have but he had a suspicion about that.

"Damn it" Jack muttered just loud enough for Karl to hear.

"What do you mean?"

Jack shook his head, "Never mind." He took another sip of his drink and continued, "What else do you know about…"

"Who? Kara?"

"Is that her name?" Jack reached for the image once more.

"Yes. I'm not sure how well she's doing. She's a hell of a pilot, but was never that stable to begin with."

Jack's face winced in sympathy. Karl could see what Jack was thinking. If Kara had been held captive for three years, and not stable to begin with, she'd be in worse shape. It was a wonder she was still alive to begin with.

Iblis, Karl thought while reaching for the photograph once more. Kara didn't have the look of one controlled by a gou'ald, it was the look of someone tortured. "Gods," he muttered.

"What?"

Karl looked up only to find Jack looking at him hard. "I think Kara might have P blood…" She'd donated a pint to Gaeta after the shooting, and Gaeta did have a rare type, even in the colonies. "She's my age. But she looks like she did when we first met…."

"Crap," Jack muttered. "That would explain the talk that the destroyer of gods returning. Which means we have to do something."

TBC…