Just for random, amusing fun; slightly longer than a drabble. Maybe someone will find it funny.

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Colonel Jack O'Neill stood stock still, contemplating his options.

He could run. It was often called the coward's way out, but it had kept him alive more times than he could count. He wasn't above retreating in order to live to fight another day. But he was cornered. There was nowhere to go.

He could fight, weaponless though he was, and maybe hope to take enough of them down… But the expressionless, black-clothed figures were too numerous. He stood no chance.

He could parlay, attempt to bargain for safe release from the coming torture. But he knew it was no use. If his captor had been a Goa'uld, maybe he would have stood a chance. A Replicator, Wraith, Prior of the Ori, any would have been better than having that demonic set of eyes fixed on him.

But there was nothing he could do. Determined to live up to his impressive reputation, Jack fixed his face into stern impassiveness, straightened his shoulders, and waited for Senator Kinsey to speak.