"Of course I'm human," she scoffed, "observe."

She stood there disbelievingly as SG-1 encircled her, firearms raised. She rolled her eyes.

"Okay. I'm not completely human."

She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Daniel Jackson spoke without lowering his weapon, "firstly, who are you?"

The blonde girl sat down in the dust, the metallic weapons on each hand clinked as she placed them neatly in her lap.

"I am Kauket."

Silence.

"Kauket? Sister of Kek – also the Goa'uld word for 'death'?" she stared expectantly, "Honestly? You Tauri truly are ignorant."

She sat, cross-legged in the centre of a forest clearing. Ignoring her comment Daniel began again.

"What are you doing here?"

"If you must know, I was just about to reach the Chaapa'ai and return to my home planet. That is, after escaping-."

Each member of SG-1 turned around just as the familiar sound of activated 'zat guns' sounded through the clearing. Kauket jumped up and activated her blast-shields from her wrist control. Her hand weapons were very similar to the common Goa'uld design. Pressing another button, tritium claws erupted from each finger-clasp on the weapon. Kauket smirked. She shot forward, clawed hands outstretched towards the man with the 'zat'. Zat'n'ktel beams flew past, narrowly missing her body. The young man with the 'zat' dodged to the left as the claws on Kauket's hand grazed his face. The effort threw him to the earth. Kauket landed metres away, paused for attack.

"Why do you follow me, Goa'uld?"

The Goa'uld spoke in the usual smug, distorted and arrogant tone, "Mak tal shree! Lok tak. Mekta satak Maa-"

"I don't care to know your name, serpent,"

His eyes flashed golden.

"Di'dak'dida!You dare interrupt your God?!"

"I bow to no 'god'. I shall ask again. Why do you follow me?" Kauket snorted.

"I follow no mortal," He shot back, "I am merely attempting to escape the hold of one of Baal's Goa'uld, just as you are."

"You insult me!" Kauket launched herself at the Goa'uld again, and again she barely cut his cheek. Her eyes widened in shock as he parried and grabbed her outstretched arm in mid-strike, spinning her aside.

"It is not only you who is well-versed in these arts," he smirked.

Growling in rage, she attacked again and again, each time only to be brushed aside. Kauket was breathing hard. Never had she come across a snake-head with such an ability in the Art. She tried a new attack: Close-body contact. This time she threw herself at him defensively. She found herself in a pattern of parrying and attacking. They closed in and sprung apart, as if dancing to a beat only they could hear. Furiously they continued for some minutes, until she leapt out of reach. Almost choking, she managed to hold herself upright.

"You know this is hopeless, yet, still you won't give in?" The Goa'uld gasped for air, he was equally as tired.

Snarling and with the last of her energy she dived at his feet, aiming to trip him up. Success, as the Goa'uld crashed on top of her, sending a cloud of dust into the open air. She hissed and her eyes widened in agony.

With no energy for movement, they both lay motionless in the forest clearing. SG-1 was nowhere to be seen. Kauket's eyes closed as she tried to summon the will to move her head. The sound of an activated staff-weapon disturbed the silence.

"Aray Kree!"

Pain erupted at the back of her head and the shadowy ground engulfed her mind…