I don't own the Tok'ra.
The darkness was almost impenetrable. The Tok'ra stumbled blindly through the hallway his hands outstretched searching for obstacles in his path. Above he heard the constant sound of staff blasts from the Jaffa that had infiltrated the base. His comrades lay scattered on the floor of the tunnel. He tripped over one and landed hard on the cold floor coming face to face with a dead tok'ra. He recognized her immediately. She was Anise, the scientist, the one no one really liked. Fighting back the urge to cry out he continued to fight his way through the darkness. Finally, he heard the voices of his fellow Tok'ra coming from the end of a side tunnel, sweet welcome voices. Rounding the corner he saw that the stargate had already been activated and the surviving Tok'ra were vanished through it.
Wait! Don't leave me.
He tried to say the words but his voice seemed to have left him.
Please don't go without me.
The Tok'ra sank heavily to the floor. Warm blood oozed between his fingers from the staff blast wound in his side. Suddenly he felt strong arms around his waist lifting him up and carrying him towards the gate, to the safety that waited beyond, and to the darkness that was unconsciousness.