Hey guys, looks like I finally got an inspiration for this story. I hope you enjoy it and the other stories I'm currently updating. Many, many, many thanks to Spirit Speaker for encouraging this story since the beginning. Even though half the time she has no idea what I'm talking about. And thanks to you reader, for being here.

Ze'ev laughed as he looked around the compound. He had complete control over his old friends, and had even made an example of them. He was going to enjoy ruling under his new master. He wondered briefly why he had been so hesitant to listen to him. He had never had more power nor more fun before this. He walked around, slowly as if studying every inch of every corner of a new place. He was familiar with the campus, having been a part of its scientific team before his rebirth under the Dread Lord.

"Ze'ev, old friend, why do you do this to us? You were honored among us. We held you in the highest regard, you were our friend. We loved you. Why do you enslave us to some demon?" An older man asked of the Regent. He was surrounded by a few people, each of whom was either nodding in agreement or aghast that such a question was asked.

Ze'ev said nothing in response. He just took a small black dagger and shoved it between the man's ribs and let him drop to the floor. Those few who were nodding quickly looked away and tried to find something to do.

"I was made Regent by a god. Not a demon. He ascended from a hellish world, but is not a demon. I am his First Lieutenant. Now, we have much work to do. Our enemies will not be expecting us. I mean to take advantage of that while the Dread Lord keeps his attention occupied on matters much greater than he deems us worthy for. Now, you will return to your work. We have much to do if we are to take down the Tau'ri for our master." He kept walking past the body. No one dared move it for fear of his wrath.

SG-1 SG-1 SG-1

Tok'ra Homeworld

"So you destroyed half the planet to stop this creature?" Ta'seem asked. SG-1 had been relating the story to the Tok'ra after the official business. The Tok'ra had called them to their homeworld to discuss the terms of their treaty now that their original and subsequent goals had been accomplished, and there were no galactic threats at the moment. The Tok'ra didn't really care about the Wraith until they crossed into this galaxy. For the moment, they were concerned with rebuilding their population.

"Not quite half of it, but a good portion of it, surrounding the Gate," Carter corrected.

"Then why do you still seem so anxious?" Ta'seem asked. "If the creature is dead, then you have saved the galaxy many more years of tragedy and heartbreak. It came at a high cost, to be sure, but when compared against the immeasurable, isn't it worth it?

"Some would think so. I have a hard time thinking in those terms though. They were my friends." Mitchell hated how much it had cost, not even knowing if it had worked. They could hope though.

"Yes, your companions were most unfortunate. Do you have any ideas on how this Dormammu was able to manipulate them so quickly?" Ta'seem inquired.

"It was like nothing I've seen before. Unless Daniel has any ideas, I'm stumped on this one," Carter sighed.

"It looked like he was able to use magic. We've seen no evidence of real magic so far in our travels, just higher evolved beings. This must be something like that," Daniel considered that for a minute.

"But you said he wasn't an ascended being," Ta'seem reminded him.

"Not like the Ancients, no. It's possible he was more like Anubis. There are apparently many levels of existence between us and them. He may just live on one of them. It would account for his abilities," Daniel shuddered slightly at the thought of another being like Anubis.

"But he's trapped for now. We should not be concerned at his origins so much as what his intentions are,"

"Probably the usual egomaniacal reasons. Power, conquest, fear, the list goes on and on," Vala laughed as she said it. So did the rest of the team. It was good to laugh, and she had a point. Nothing this creature had done suggested he was any different than the Goa'uld.

"You may be right, but we should still be wary. A ship will be sent to scan the planet in a few hours to make sure everything is as you left it. We can't be too sure, now can we?"

"Thank you, Ta'seem. For both continuing this alliance and making sure that we are still safe," Teal'c chimed in for the first time.
Before the group could continue on to a feast they were invited to, a runner came up to them.

"Ta'seem, SG-1 is needed back on earth. An unknown force has attacked Chulak."

SG-1 SG-1 SG-1

Earth

"General Landry, exactly what do you propose we do? Teal'c has gone ahead to help the Jaffa defend themselves, but they cannot hold out for long. We need to get there and fast. We should go as an advance team to help out Teal'c and wait for the Odyssey to come with reinforcements. If we're going to do this, we need to move fast," Mitchell argued.

"Take the two guests with you. You could do with the extra hands and they need to be able to prove themselves. Let's hope you're not too late," Landry dismissed them and briefly looked to Heaven as if there might be an answer there. He shook his head and started planning a report to the IOA and the President on the situation.

Well, well. That didn't take very long, now did it? What do you think of Ze'ev's transformation? And will Chulak ever not be the first target? Probably not. Thank you for taking time to reading this.