Kari stood in the center of the large hallway/throne room/atrium/whatever laughing her head off, everybody looking at her like she had gone insane. Ba'al himself was more than slightly pissed at this little upstart.
If he didn't know better, he would have said that she was related to O'Neill. Or were all unconquered humans like this? "Enough!" He roared, holding his left hand out, the one with the kara kesh. It fired a wave of kinetic energy towards her, but the blast didn't affect her. It simply hit a shield which became ice-blue for a few seconds, then faded away. Kari smirked at him.
"Oh, and by the way, I believe you know my uncle."
Ba'al studied her for a few seconds, then his eyes widened. "You are the niece of that blasted Tau'ri dog O'Neill?"
"Yep. And by the way, your threats are still pathetic. While you have to be one of the most innovative Goa'uld we've ever come across, as seen by the fact that you're still alive, I've yet to see anything that indicates that you can actually outsmart us. Hence why I was laughing at you. Seriously, you suck, and I'm really tempted to call my uncle." There was a familar whine of an Asguard transporter. "Oh look, I already did."
Four people appeared behind Kari in a flash of light. She turned around and jumped on the tallest, an intimidating man with a strange symbol on his forhead. "Uncle Teal'c!" she all but squealed. For his part, 'Uncle Teal'c' smiled softly and wrapped his arms around her, then glared at Ba'al.
"Hey Bocce!" An older man with streaks of grey in his hair greeted Ba'al, whose face went redder than a tomato. "Ya know, I was just relaxing at home this morning with my wife, Sam. You know Sam, of course," he smirked as he wrapped an arm around the woman's waist. "And anyway, we're talking about the Tok'ra and the Free Jaffa, you know, those friendly guys who helped us to kick your slimy little ass," Jack gave a small laugh, "and all of a sudden, we get this message from our niece, who says that you're still alive and being a pain in the mikta. So we decided to come ALL this way, from another galaxy, just to kick your butt again for old times sake."
Despite the 'coming from another galaxy' part, the Rogues were trying their damned hardest to hold in their laughter, and failing miserably. Ba'al's eyes flickered from the laughing Rogue squadron, to the smirking Tau'ri, and then finally to the faces of his Jaffa.
Two hours later...
General Cracken's forces had finally managed to board the alien ship. They creeped through the hallways, not encountering anyone until they got to what they supposed was the bridge. Pausing outside, they heard a voice yelling what appeared to be curses in another language. They burst in, only to find Ba'al, supposed God, tied to his chair and screaming Goa'uld curses at them. A sign had been placed in front of him. It read:
TO WHOMEVER IT MAY CONCERN, EXCEPT FOR GENERAL CRACKERS (BY THE WAY, I'VE SENT A PRESENT TO HIS APARTMENT, PLEASE TELL HIM IT'S A GIANT PARROT, AND HE CAN ADDRESS ALL PROBLEMS TO THE MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE - THERE ISN'T ONE, JUST DON'T TELL HIM) - WE HAVE SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED TO STOP BA'AL FROM KILLING THE ROGUES. A WORD OF WARNING, DON'T GO NEAR HIM, ELSE YOU MIGHT GET A SNAKE IN YOUR HEAD. DO FEEL FREE TO POINT AND LAUGH THOUGH. WE'RE OFF TO DANTOOINE FOR A VACATION. DON'T YOU DARE LET BA'AL ESCAPE. FIRE HIM OUT THE FREAKIN' AIRLOCK.
AND THAT'S AN ORDER.