Another great force slammed into the ground some twenty feet away
from the three as they ran towards the shimmering blue event horizon. The
DHD had been placed a little too far from the Stargate for practical use.
It could just be reached at a dead run before time ran out, and the Gate
shut down.
Their code had been sent, but they were doubtful they could make it in time. With the innocent civilians running in terror behind them, eager to get through to a safe place, SG-1 were a little distracted.
That, on top of the Death Gliders flying over them at great speeds, shooting at them, was more than they could concentrate on at once.
Teal'c drew to a halt, raising his wing-gun, and firing off a shot, one that struck one of the Gliders in the main cockpit.
The vessel careened towards a verge behind them, crashing with a shocking amount of force into the ground, immediately engulfed in bright flames.
"Carter! Get them through the Gate!" Colonel Jack O'Neill barked as he raised his P-90 to the sky, and let the bullets explode from the barrel.
Major Samantha Carter led the way to the Gate, popping off the odd shot at the threatening ships over their heads. The natives ran close behind her.
Jonas Quinn stood at the Gate's edge, crouched low to avoid being seen. He had already sent a few of the people through, to let the SGC know of their situation. He was waiting for the others.
"Look out!" he yelled at the top of his voice, pointing skyward, causing Carter to whirl, firing her gun immediately.
The Glider was struck, but not enough to cause any serious problems. It continued on overhead, failing to let off a shot of its own, the pilot distracted for a few moments.
A shot hit the ground near the Gate, startling Jonas. The Kelownan gave a shout, and leapt aside, rolling to a stop, and raising his own P-90. The Colonel had decided that giving the young alien man such a powerful gun was acceptable on such a mission. The Goa'uld had oppressed these people for centuries... even though the snake had changed every now and then as the System Lords' chain of power had fluctuated. They were here to put a stop to that.
Jonas fired the gun in short bursts, as he had been taught to do, managing on quite a few occassions to successfully strike the Glider that had spotted him.
Carter arrived at the Gate, giving the Kelownan some backup, herding the natives through the event horizon with her free hand.
"Go!" she ordered them sternly, watching as the line of people filtered through the shimmering wormhole.
Jonas cast a glance between shots at the Colonel and Teal'c.
"Come on, Jonas!" Carter shouted to him, poised at the edge of the Gate to cross through.
From his position, Jonas could see the Death Gliders closing in on the running form of Colonel O'Neill. The older man had fallen behind, taking shots at the vessels as they soared overhead. Teal'c, the Jaffa, was right on top of the Gate.
He turned and fired one last time before he ran on through the wormhole.
"Jonas!" Carter cried, forced to step through the event horizon by a blast that struck the ramp to the Gate. Jonas was sent flying off the ramp, and to the sandy ground below.
He coughed, and looked up, seeing the Death Glider right on O'Neill's tail.
"Colonel!" Jonas managed to shout, scrambling to his feet, and firing desperately over the man's head at the ship.
A fiery shot struck the ground in front of O'Neill, knocking him back and to the floor.
Cursing quietly, and considering his limited options, Jonas darted forward across the sand, glancing skyward to check on his position in relation to the two remaining Gliders.
They were circling around the Gate, and heading back for one last sweep.
Jonas slid to a halt, just as Colonel O'Neill clambered to his feet.
"I ordered you to leave, dammit!" O'Neill growled, dragging Jonas with him as he started to run hastily in the direction of the still-active Stargate.
"I couldn't leave you behind, sir!" Jonas yelled over the racket of the vessels as they approached.
O'Neill grumbled something to himself, but just kept running, the Kelownan in close tow behind.
Jonas heard the deep rumble of the ships as they closed in, and for one horrifying moment, he realised they weren't going to make it.
Shots rocked the ground behind them, and Jonas almost risked a glance back, ordering himself to just keep running for his life.
He heard the Colonel's loud curse as Jonas spotted the dying event horizon as it faded out of existence, locking off their only point of escape.
At the same point in time, a gigantic force slammed into the ground immediately behind the two, blasting them forward, and off their feet.
Jonas hit the ground some ten feet from where he had been standing, shortly before Colonel O'Neill landed beside him, groaning more in irritation than pain.
Wincing through the shock, Jonas heard the Gliders soar over their heads, and heard the approach of running feet.
Shortly before passing out entirely, he saw a large force of figures closing in on them from all sides.
* * *
As the Stargate cut out, Samantha Carter felt her heart skip a beat, and a lump form in her throat. She whirled to face General George Hammond in the control room, and saw the man's look of utter despair. He understood perfectly well what was happening here.
The natives were milling around, being tended to by medics, but Carter forced her way past them, and bolted up into the control room above. She whipped her cap off her head, and snapped, "You have to dial it back up."
The Sergeant sitting at the computer shook his head, and looked to Hammond.
Hammond's eyes turned in Carter's direction, and for once, the General looked more than a little lost as to what he should do.
"I'm not so sure we can do that, Major. If, as you say, this planet was being ruled by a powerful Goa'uld, we may do more harm than good by redialling the Gate."
"I don't believe this," Carter rambled, her anger and worry swimming freely throughout her mind. "General, Colonel O'Neill and Jonas are still on the other side. If we don't-"
"I understand what's at stake, Major," General Hammond cut in, "but we can't just rush back in without a plan. I would be putting more lives at risk."
Carter shook her head in utter disbelief, and heard Teal'c come up behind her, and the sound of his strong voice as he said, "General Hammond, I wish to return to the planet in order to retrieve O'Neill and Jonas Quinn."
"I'm sorry," Hammond responded with a firm shake of his head, and squaring his broad shoulders, "but right now we have to consider our options. We have to think this through before we do anything. I wish there was more we could do..." he hesitated, "but I'm afraid there isn't. For the time being, Colonel O'Neill and Mister Quinn are on their own."
* * *
He jolted awake, and almost fell off the tablet he was lying on. His eyes darted around the darkness for a while, studying his surroundings, before he concluded just where he was.
A Goa'uld mother ship.
"Oh, great," he mumbled sarcastically, taking a deep breath before he rolled over, and swung his legs off the tablet, coming into a not so stable sitting position.
He felt the weight of his equipment missing, and looked down at himself.
"They took my watch again," he growled angrily, raising his wrist to inspect it. He was left in his camo pants and black T-shirt. He sighed, coming to stand on his feet carefully, his boots coming into solid contact with the floor beneath him.
Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he clearly recognised the confines of a Goa'uld holding cell. The same old walls, and solid door. He was seeing this a little too often recently.
Catching sight of another figure lying on another tablet across the room, he crossed to it, his mind registering just who he had for a cellmate.
"Jonas," he whispered, crouching beside the unconscious figure.
The young Kelownan lay on his front on the tablet, one arm hanging off the side. He, like Jack, had had all his equipment taken from him... including his watch.
What was it with the Goa'uld and watches? Did they despise them? Or were they just overly paranoid?
Jack reached out, and laid a hand gently on the young man's back, feeling a response to his touch.
Jonas stirred immediately, his hand moving on the floor, before straightening out, and grazing across the surface of the ground. Moments after, he brought the arm up to help him push away from the table he lay on.
With a groan, Jonas forced his eyes to open, immediately looking around in a startled daze to glance at O'Neill.
Crouched down, O'Neill waved a single hand.
Jonas furrowed his brow, and knelt on the table, letting his green eyes wander their confined-quarters.
"Is this what I think it is?" he asked quietly, clearing his throat afterwards. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, and groaned again.
"Sure is, kiddo," Jack mumbled, rocking back on his heels, and slumping against the wall. "A good old Goa'uld holding cell."
Jonas frowned, and his shoulders fell. He let out a deep breath of disappointment, before glancing to Jack again.
"I'm sorry, Colonel," he said in a small voice, looking around again, as if searching for a way out.
He wouldn't find one.
"What for? It's not your fault," Jack told him, tapping his hands on his knees in a distracted fashion.
Jones fell silent, and stood from the tablet he was kneeling on, taking a moment to regain his balance. Shortly afterwards, he strode around the room, touching a hand tentatively to the wall's surface here and there.
"Trust me, there isn't anything in here we can use," Jack muttered with a sigh.
"You're not just giving up, are you, Colonel?" Jonas inquired, turning to face him then, stopping just before the huge door.
Jack shook his head firmly. "No way, no how. But I've been in one of these long enough to know that if you just have a little patience, an opportunity for escape presents itself sooner or later." He paused, scratching his head. "Either that, or you just have to take stupid risks... or wait for Carter and Teal'c to figure something out."
Jonas moved to speak, but before he could form any words, the door behind him slid up and open smoothly, granting entrance to four Jaffa.
Jonas jumped back a little, stepping away from the door, before two tall menacing Jaffa moved after him.
"Hey," O'Neill jumped to his feet then, as the other two strode to his position.
Jonas looked a little lost as to what to do with his new company, and soon found himself backed into a bit of a corner in the cramped room. The Jaffa stood firmly, unmoving, before him, staring moodily at him.
Another figure entered the room, a tall man clad in body armour, a gold tattoo on his forehead.
The First Prime.
"Bring them," he ordered of the four Jaffa, who quickly took a hold of the two captives, shoving them out of the room.
O'Neill shrugged the arms off of him, and glared defiantly at the Jaffa behind him, as they walked down one of the long corridors that presented itself outside the cell.
Jonas walked beside O'Neill, looking around himself, partly in wonder, but partly in concern as to their latest dilemma. His eyes settled on Jack.
The First Prime walked ahead of them, his large booted feet echoing as they moved. He led the way confidently, a staff weapon in his hands, and a zat at his belt.
Jack glanced back at Jonas, and raised an eyebrow.
Jonas' eyes widened as he realised the Colonel's intent, mere moments before O'Neill rammed an elbow into one of the Jaffa behind him, hearing the man grunt.
Jonas turned suddenly, and slammed bodily into the guard behind him, the two going down as one, rolling around on the floor in a struggle, fighting over a zat gun that had fallen from the Jaffa's belt.
The First Prime whirled, aiming his staff weapon, but confused as to his targets. They were moving around with the Jaffa, and it made it impossible for the tall man to tell just who to shoot and when.
One of the Jaffa grabbed a hold of Jonas' T-shirt, and flung him off the other man. The Kelownan came into contact with the wall behind him, knocking the wind out of him, but not stunning him enough so that he couldn't avoid the butt of a staff weapon that came his way.
Jack kicked the leg of the other Jaffa out from under him, watching the large man crash to the ground, shortly before a staff blast struck him in the side of the arm.
"Colonel!" Jonas cried, trying to come to his aid, but falling victim to the strong grip of the two Jaffa he had taken on. They locked their arms and hands around him, even as the Kelownan struggled vigorously to get to O'Neill, who rolled onto the floor, gasping in pain as he burning sensation set in.
Jonas tried to pry the Jaffa off of him, as he shouted again, "Colonel!"
Watching through blurred eyes as Jonas struggled futilely, Jack was dragged to his feet.
"Bring that one," the First Prime growled angrily, indicating Jonas, who fought against the grip he was locked in. The two Jaffa nodded in acknowledgement, and tightening their hold, they proceeded to drag the helpless Jonas along with them.
Jack blinked back the pain, and managed to clear his vision enough as he stumbled down the corridor in the First Prime's hands, noticing the large door before them that drew closer as they approached it.
"Get off me," he heard Jonas say to the Jaffa behind O'Neill.
The First Prime halted before the door, touching a palm to a circular stone set in the wall, which glowed. The doors cracked and opened smoothly, revealing a vast cavernous chamber, with a large throne-like chair set in the far wall. Other random furnishings such as tables and chairs were dotted here and there about the room. In the corner was a large device O'Neill recognised, and he gave a moan as he was dropped to the ground in the centre of the room.
Jonas was thrown down beside him, and the Kelownan rolled over once with the force, and then came to halt, shaking his head, and glancing at Jack.
"Are you alright, sir?"
Jack nodded, managing to say, "I've had worse."
They were interrupted by the sudden presence of another figure that entered from another point in the wall, walking over to the two of them gracefully, her evil gaze not wandering from the captives.
Jack glared back up, and saw Jonas watch the woman's approach.
"Well, this is a surprise, Colonel O'Neill," the woman hissed, letting her eyes flash as she crouched elegantly to face him properly.
Her long golden hair cascaded over her slender shoulders, curled locks bouncing as she moved. Her white clothing gave her an almost angelic appearance, but the way she moved seductively, and the malicious looks she gave the two kneeling figures contradicted that image.
"Osiris," Jonas concluded after considering the woman for a few silent moments. He had never met the Goa'uld before, but after studying Daniel's notes, the Kelownan had gained an almost encyclopaedic knowledge of them... including this one.
The eyes snapped in his direction, as she stood to her full height, which was shockingly tall for a woman, and moved to the Kelownan, glaring down at him intently. She studied him for a while, before speaking, "And just who do we have here?"
Neither Jack nor Jonas spoke, simply staring first at each other, and then to the floor.
Osiris let her eyes fall over both of them, before raising a hand to hover over the younger of the two.
She activated the ribbon-device without hesitation, revelling in the pain it inflicted upon Jonas. The Kelownan gasped, and clamped his eyes shut at the sensation.
"Stop it," Jack demanded, trying to get to his feet, only to be stopped by the firm grip of a Jaffa who prevented him from interfering.
"Leave him alone!" Jack thundered to the Goa'uld as she continued the punishment.
Osiris smiled, watching her victim slump before her, and yet remaining conscious.
"Who is it?" she asked again, increasing the intensity of the device.
Jonas gave a cry, and gasped in pain.
"Jonas Quinn!" Jack yelled, "He's Daniel's replacement!"
She deactivated her ribbon-device, losing her smile as Jonas collapsed to the floor, gasping in shock. He held a hand to his head, even as Osiris moved to Jack.
"So, he is dead then? The woman was not lying to me," she said to him, looming over him.
Jonas pushed his way off the floor, and looked through narrowed eyes at Osiris, and then O'Neill.
"No," O'Neill managed throughout the agony of the staff weapon burn on his arm, "he died months ago. He's gone."
From the look on her attractive face, Jack could've sworn she was disappointed by this fact.
"How did he die?"
When Jack failed to reply, close to blacking out, Jonas responded, "Radiation poisoning."
Osiris turned her attention once again to the Kelownan, asking, "How did this happen?"
"He was exposed to naquadriah on my home planet," Jonas told her, his eyes not moving from Osiris.
"You are not human?" she ventured, intrigued.
"Not exactly," Jonas informed her, kneeling once again, his strength having returned.
The Jaffa holding Jack released his grip, and let the man fall to the floor in exhaustion.
"Colonel," Jonas began, but hesitated in moving to his side, locking gazes with the Goa'uld. "Help him."
Osiris laughed. "What if I wish for him to die?"
"You wouldn't let him die," Jonas said bravely, "otherwise you wouldn't have brought him or me here in the first place. You want something from us first."
Osiris seemed amazed at Jonas' reasoning, and narrowed her eyes, speaking in Goa'uld to her Jaffa.
Jonas understood most of it, from the look on his face, and looked once more to Jack shortly before the man passed into complete and utter darkness.
Their code had been sent, but they were doubtful they could make it in time. With the innocent civilians running in terror behind them, eager to get through to a safe place, SG-1 were a little distracted.
That, on top of the Death Gliders flying over them at great speeds, shooting at them, was more than they could concentrate on at once.
Teal'c drew to a halt, raising his wing-gun, and firing off a shot, one that struck one of the Gliders in the main cockpit.
The vessel careened towards a verge behind them, crashing with a shocking amount of force into the ground, immediately engulfed in bright flames.
"Carter! Get them through the Gate!" Colonel Jack O'Neill barked as he raised his P-90 to the sky, and let the bullets explode from the barrel.
Major Samantha Carter led the way to the Gate, popping off the odd shot at the threatening ships over their heads. The natives ran close behind her.
Jonas Quinn stood at the Gate's edge, crouched low to avoid being seen. He had already sent a few of the people through, to let the SGC know of their situation. He was waiting for the others.
"Look out!" he yelled at the top of his voice, pointing skyward, causing Carter to whirl, firing her gun immediately.
The Glider was struck, but not enough to cause any serious problems. It continued on overhead, failing to let off a shot of its own, the pilot distracted for a few moments.
A shot hit the ground near the Gate, startling Jonas. The Kelownan gave a shout, and leapt aside, rolling to a stop, and raising his own P-90. The Colonel had decided that giving the young alien man such a powerful gun was acceptable on such a mission. The Goa'uld had oppressed these people for centuries... even though the snake had changed every now and then as the System Lords' chain of power had fluctuated. They were here to put a stop to that.
Jonas fired the gun in short bursts, as he had been taught to do, managing on quite a few occassions to successfully strike the Glider that had spotted him.
Carter arrived at the Gate, giving the Kelownan some backup, herding the natives through the event horizon with her free hand.
"Go!" she ordered them sternly, watching as the line of people filtered through the shimmering wormhole.
Jonas cast a glance between shots at the Colonel and Teal'c.
"Come on, Jonas!" Carter shouted to him, poised at the edge of the Gate to cross through.
From his position, Jonas could see the Death Gliders closing in on the running form of Colonel O'Neill. The older man had fallen behind, taking shots at the vessels as they soared overhead. Teal'c, the Jaffa, was right on top of the Gate.
He turned and fired one last time before he ran on through the wormhole.
"Jonas!" Carter cried, forced to step through the event horizon by a blast that struck the ramp to the Gate. Jonas was sent flying off the ramp, and to the sandy ground below.
He coughed, and looked up, seeing the Death Glider right on O'Neill's tail.
"Colonel!" Jonas managed to shout, scrambling to his feet, and firing desperately over the man's head at the ship.
A fiery shot struck the ground in front of O'Neill, knocking him back and to the floor.
Cursing quietly, and considering his limited options, Jonas darted forward across the sand, glancing skyward to check on his position in relation to the two remaining Gliders.
They were circling around the Gate, and heading back for one last sweep.
Jonas slid to a halt, just as Colonel O'Neill clambered to his feet.
"I ordered you to leave, dammit!" O'Neill growled, dragging Jonas with him as he started to run hastily in the direction of the still-active Stargate.
"I couldn't leave you behind, sir!" Jonas yelled over the racket of the vessels as they approached.
O'Neill grumbled something to himself, but just kept running, the Kelownan in close tow behind.
Jonas heard the deep rumble of the ships as they closed in, and for one horrifying moment, he realised they weren't going to make it.
Shots rocked the ground behind them, and Jonas almost risked a glance back, ordering himself to just keep running for his life.
He heard the Colonel's loud curse as Jonas spotted the dying event horizon as it faded out of existence, locking off their only point of escape.
At the same point in time, a gigantic force slammed into the ground immediately behind the two, blasting them forward, and off their feet.
Jonas hit the ground some ten feet from where he had been standing, shortly before Colonel O'Neill landed beside him, groaning more in irritation than pain.
Wincing through the shock, Jonas heard the Gliders soar over their heads, and heard the approach of running feet.
Shortly before passing out entirely, he saw a large force of figures closing in on them from all sides.
* * *
As the Stargate cut out, Samantha Carter felt her heart skip a beat, and a lump form in her throat. She whirled to face General George Hammond in the control room, and saw the man's look of utter despair. He understood perfectly well what was happening here.
The natives were milling around, being tended to by medics, but Carter forced her way past them, and bolted up into the control room above. She whipped her cap off her head, and snapped, "You have to dial it back up."
The Sergeant sitting at the computer shook his head, and looked to Hammond.
Hammond's eyes turned in Carter's direction, and for once, the General looked more than a little lost as to what he should do.
"I'm not so sure we can do that, Major. If, as you say, this planet was being ruled by a powerful Goa'uld, we may do more harm than good by redialling the Gate."
"I don't believe this," Carter rambled, her anger and worry swimming freely throughout her mind. "General, Colonel O'Neill and Jonas are still on the other side. If we don't-"
"I understand what's at stake, Major," General Hammond cut in, "but we can't just rush back in without a plan. I would be putting more lives at risk."
Carter shook her head in utter disbelief, and heard Teal'c come up behind her, and the sound of his strong voice as he said, "General Hammond, I wish to return to the planet in order to retrieve O'Neill and Jonas Quinn."
"I'm sorry," Hammond responded with a firm shake of his head, and squaring his broad shoulders, "but right now we have to consider our options. We have to think this through before we do anything. I wish there was more we could do..." he hesitated, "but I'm afraid there isn't. For the time being, Colonel O'Neill and Mister Quinn are on their own."
* * *
He jolted awake, and almost fell off the tablet he was lying on. His eyes darted around the darkness for a while, studying his surroundings, before he concluded just where he was.
A Goa'uld mother ship.
"Oh, great," he mumbled sarcastically, taking a deep breath before he rolled over, and swung his legs off the tablet, coming into a not so stable sitting position.
He felt the weight of his equipment missing, and looked down at himself.
"They took my watch again," he growled angrily, raising his wrist to inspect it. He was left in his camo pants and black T-shirt. He sighed, coming to stand on his feet carefully, his boots coming into solid contact with the floor beneath him.
Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he clearly recognised the confines of a Goa'uld holding cell. The same old walls, and solid door. He was seeing this a little too often recently.
Catching sight of another figure lying on another tablet across the room, he crossed to it, his mind registering just who he had for a cellmate.
"Jonas," he whispered, crouching beside the unconscious figure.
The young Kelownan lay on his front on the tablet, one arm hanging off the side. He, like Jack, had had all his equipment taken from him... including his watch.
What was it with the Goa'uld and watches? Did they despise them? Or were they just overly paranoid?
Jack reached out, and laid a hand gently on the young man's back, feeling a response to his touch.
Jonas stirred immediately, his hand moving on the floor, before straightening out, and grazing across the surface of the ground. Moments after, he brought the arm up to help him push away from the table he lay on.
With a groan, Jonas forced his eyes to open, immediately looking around in a startled daze to glance at O'Neill.
Crouched down, O'Neill waved a single hand.
Jonas furrowed his brow, and knelt on the table, letting his green eyes wander their confined-quarters.
"Is this what I think it is?" he asked quietly, clearing his throat afterwards. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, and groaned again.
"Sure is, kiddo," Jack mumbled, rocking back on his heels, and slumping against the wall. "A good old Goa'uld holding cell."
Jonas frowned, and his shoulders fell. He let out a deep breath of disappointment, before glancing to Jack again.
"I'm sorry, Colonel," he said in a small voice, looking around again, as if searching for a way out.
He wouldn't find one.
"What for? It's not your fault," Jack told him, tapping his hands on his knees in a distracted fashion.
Jones fell silent, and stood from the tablet he was kneeling on, taking a moment to regain his balance. Shortly afterwards, he strode around the room, touching a hand tentatively to the wall's surface here and there.
"Trust me, there isn't anything in here we can use," Jack muttered with a sigh.
"You're not just giving up, are you, Colonel?" Jonas inquired, turning to face him then, stopping just before the huge door.
Jack shook his head firmly. "No way, no how. But I've been in one of these long enough to know that if you just have a little patience, an opportunity for escape presents itself sooner or later." He paused, scratching his head. "Either that, or you just have to take stupid risks... or wait for Carter and Teal'c to figure something out."
Jonas moved to speak, but before he could form any words, the door behind him slid up and open smoothly, granting entrance to four Jaffa.
Jonas jumped back a little, stepping away from the door, before two tall menacing Jaffa moved after him.
"Hey," O'Neill jumped to his feet then, as the other two strode to his position.
Jonas looked a little lost as to what to do with his new company, and soon found himself backed into a bit of a corner in the cramped room. The Jaffa stood firmly, unmoving, before him, staring moodily at him.
Another figure entered the room, a tall man clad in body armour, a gold tattoo on his forehead.
The First Prime.
"Bring them," he ordered of the four Jaffa, who quickly took a hold of the two captives, shoving them out of the room.
O'Neill shrugged the arms off of him, and glared defiantly at the Jaffa behind him, as they walked down one of the long corridors that presented itself outside the cell.
Jonas walked beside O'Neill, looking around himself, partly in wonder, but partly in concern as to their latest dilemma. His eyes settled on Jack.
The First Prime walked ahead of them, his large booted feet echoing as they moved. He led the way confidently, a staff weapon in his hands, and a zat at his belt.
Jack glanced back at Jonas, and raised an eyebrow.
Jonas' eyes widened as he realised the Colonel's intent, mere moments before O'Neill rammed an elbow into one of the Jaffa behind him, hearing the man grunt.
Jonas turned suddenly, and slammed bodily into the guard behind him, the two going down as one, rolling around on the floor in a struggle, fighting over a zat gun that had fallen from the Jaffa's belt.
The First Prime whirled, aiming his staff weapon, but confused as to his targets. They were moving around with the Jaffa, and it made it impossible for the tall man to tell just who to shoot and when.
One of the Jaffa grabbed a hold of Jonas' T-shirt, and flung him off the other man. The Kelownan came into contact with the wall behind him, knocking the wind out of him, but not stunning him enough so that he couldn't avoid the butt of a staff weapon that came his way.
Jack kicked the leg of the other Jaffa out from under him, watching the large man crash to the ground, shortly before a staff blast struck him in the side of the arm.
"Colonel!" Jonas cried, trying to come to his aid, but falling victim to the strong grip of the two Jaffa he had taken on. They locked their arms and hands around him, even as the Kelownan struggled vigorously to get to O'Neill, who rolled onto the floor, gasping in pain as he burning sensation set in.
Jonas tried to pry the Jaffa off of him, as he shouted again, "Colonel!"
Watching through blurred eyes as Jonas struggled futilely, Jack was dragged to his feet.
"Bring that one," the First Prime growled angrily, indicating Jonas, who fought against the grip he was locked in. The two Jaffa nodded in acknowledgement, and tightening their hold, they proceeded to drag the helpless Jonas along with them.
Jack blinked back the pain, and managed to clear his vision enough as he stumbled down the corridor in the First Prime's hands, noticing the large door before them that drew closer as they approached it.
"Get off me," he heard Jonas say to the Jaffa behind O'Neill.
The First Prime halted before the door, touching a palm to a circular stone set in the wall, which glowed. The doors cracked and opened smoothly, revealing a vast cavernous chamber, with a large throne-like chair set in the far wall. Other random furnishings such as tables and chairs were dotted here and there about the room. In the corner was a large device O'Neill recognised, and he gave a moan as he was dropped to the ground in the centre of the room.
Jonas was thrown down beside him, and the Kelownan rolled over once with the force, and then came to halt, shaking his head, and glancing at Jack.
"Are you alright, sir?"
Jack nodded, managing to say, "I've had worse."
They were interrupted by the sudden presence of another figure that entered from another point in the wall, walking over to the two of them gracefully, her evil gaze not wandering from the captives.
Jack glared back up, and saw Jonas watch the woman's approach.
"Well, this is a surprise, Colonel O'Neill," the woman hissed, letting her eyes flash as she crouched elegantly to face him properly.
Her long golden hair cascaded over her slender shoulders, curled locks bouncing as she moved. Her white clothing gave her an almost angelic appearance, but the way she moved seductively, and the malicious looks she gave the two kneeling figures contradicted that image.
"Osiris," Jonas concluded after considering the woman for a few silent moments. He had never met the Goa'uld before, but after studying Daniel's notes, the Kelownan had gained an almost encyclopaedic knowledge of them... including this one.
The eyes snapped in his direction, as she stood to her full height, which was shockingly tall for a woman, and moved to the Kelownan, glaring down at him intently. She studied him for a while, before speaking, "And just who do we have here?"
Neither Jack nor Jonas spoke, simply staring first at each other, and then to the floor.
Osiris let her eyes fall over both of them, before raising a hand to hover over the younger of the two.
She activated the ribbon-device without hesitation, revelling in the pain it inflicted upon Jonas. The Kelownan gasped, and clamped his eyes shut at the sensation.
"Stop it," Jack demanded, trying to get to his feet, only to be stopped by the firm grip of a Jaffa who prevented him from interfering.
"Leave him alone!" Jack thundered to the Goa'uld as she continued the punishment.
Osiris smiled, watching her victim slump before her, and yet remaining conscious.
"Who is it?" she asked again, increasing the intensity of the device.
Jonas gave a cry, and gasped in pain.
"Jonas Quinn!" Jack yelled, "He's Daniel's replacement!"
She deactivated her ribbon-device, losing her smile as Jonas collapsed to the floor, gasping in shock. He held a hand to his head, even as Osiris moved to Jack.
"So, he is dead then? The woman was not lying to me," she said to him, looming over him.
Jonas pushed his way off the floor, and looked through narrowed eyes at Osiris, and then O'Neill.
"No," O'Neill managed throughout the agony of the staff weapon burn on his arm, "he died months ago. He's gone."
From the look on her attractive face, Jack could've sworn she was disappointed by this fact.
"How did he die?"
When Jack failed to reply, close to blacking out, Jonas responded, "Radiation poisoning."
Osiris turned her attention once again to the Kelownan, asking, "How did this happen?"
"He was exposed to naquadriah on my home planet," Jonas told her, his eyes not moving from Osiris.
"You are not human?" she ventured, intrigued.
"Not exactly," Jonas informed her, kneeling once again, his strength having returned.
The Jaffa holding Jack released his grip, and let the man fall to the floor in exhaustion.
"Colonel," Jonas began, but hesitated in moving to his side, locking gazes with the Goa'uld. "Help him."
Osiris laughed. "What if I wish for him to die?"
"You wouldn't let him die," Jonas said bravely, "otherwise you wouldn't have brought him or me here in the first place. You want something from us first."
Osiris seemed amazed at Jonas' reasoning, and narrowed her eyes, speaking in Goa'uld to her Jaffa.
Jonas understood most of it, from the look on his face, and looked once more to Jack shortly before the man passed into complete and utter darkness.