BA'AL'S REVENGE
Related Episodes: Around the beginning to the middle half of season 9
Disclaimer: Stargate SG1 characters and stories don't belong to me and I am in no way making money out of this. It is written for the personal enjoyment of Stargate SG1 fans.
Authors Note: So after stating that I probably wasn't going to write any more fanfics I have been persuaded by the lovely reviews I got for the Threads Episode Tag (Thanks guys!!), and an overwhelming desire to write some more! Lol! I think this is going to be a fairly big one. Its going to be totally and unashamedly SAM and JACK (woo!) and will probably be in progress for a fair while. I'll try and post a couple of chapters every couple of days, depending how much time I get to myself, so reviews and ideas are VERY welcome! Enjoy!
Prologue:
On his Goa'uld ha'tak vessel, Ba'al was being fanned by a skimpily-clad slave woman. He was smiling roguishly and staring at another woman in front of him. This woman was whimpering in pain on the floor, a Jaffa staff weapon pointed at her throat. The woman was blonde and very beautiful, though her face was marred by bruises and cuts that still trickled blood.
Ba'al laughed and prodded her limp form with his toe. "Come my dear, this is very unbecoming. I would have thought it would take a lot longer to break your spirit."
The woman raised her head, in obvious pain, but stared at the Goa'uld. Her cold grey eyes betrayed nothing but pure hatred. Once she had mustered enough spit in her otherwise dry mouth she spat at his feet.
At a nod from Ba'al the Jaffa hit her hard around the head. The blow was enough to daze her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the ground, stunned.
Ba'al got off of his chair and crouched down next to the woman, lifting her golden locks out of her face. He leaned down next to her and whispered menacingly, "You will tell me the location of the powerful Ancient weapon you're people have located. And you will tell me soon. Then you will tell me things that don't concern me, but you'll tell them anyway. Anything to stop the pain."
He stood back up and sat down on his chair, resuming the fanning with a snap of his fingers. Looking at the Jaffa he motioned to have the woman taken away. Sighing, Ba'al slowly turned to the Goa'uld symbiote that swam and shrieked in the glass tank next to him and mused, "It's a pity. That one is a very beautiful specimen for you my love. But still, we know the one that we want don't we." He chuckled with obvious malice. "And we know just how to get her."
Chapter One:
SG-1, Earth's primary team of intergalactic explorers, sat in the comfy chairs of the SGC's briefing room, staring at their CO incredulously. There was a prolonged stunned silence before the team's nominal leader, Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, cleared his throat and blinked.
"So what you're saying Sir, is that Ba'al wants to come here. To Earth. To have a summit with us." At this point he laughed in disbelief. "He wants to be…allies?!" This last word was injected with as much sarcasm as Mitchell could muster.
General Landry smiled and shook his head. "Well, it would appear that way son".
Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter looked as disbelieving as Mitchell and sighed, leaning back in her chair. Teal'c raised his eyebrow in a quizzical manner, but looked at no one in particular but Doctor Daniel Jackson sat forward eagerly, resting his hands on the table.
"Don't any of you realise what this means? I know we haven't been able to ever trust any Goa'uld in the past and believe me, I think we should take whatever Ba'al says with a pinch of salt. But…" He looked around the table at his fellow team-mates. "Shouldn't we at least find out what he wants?" He paused, whilst the others looked at him, with interest or scepticism based on their natures. "Look, best case scenario, Ba'al wants to team up with us to fight the Ori. They're as much a threat to him as they are to us. And besides, aren't we just the least bit curious just to see what he has to say?"
"DanielJackson, the Goa'uld can not be trusted. Is not this obvious?"
Daniel sighed. "I know Teal'c. I'm not saying we should trust him. In fact I think he should be under strict surveillance the moment he steps foot in the SGC. But, when was the last time a Goa'uld came to us willingly to make an alliance?"
Again there was silence around the table. No one really knew what to make of Ba'al's request. It had taken them completely off guard; they were almost totally focused on ways to counteract the Ori threat. After a moments more thought, Sam Carter leaned forward to rest on the table.
"I suppose, Sir, we should at least hear him out. He might have some advanced technology that he would be willing to offer us in exchange for something. And besides, he will be under some pretty heavy guard."
"So wait, Carter, you're actually saying we should do this?"
Sam narrowed her eyes. "Yes, Cam, I am. It's like Daniel says, at the very least I'm curious as to what he has to say."
General Landry had been watching with interest the exchanges between his people. They were the best, and knew the most about these types of alien interactions. Hell, he had only been with the program a few months.
"Well, if you're all agreed…" He prompted them.
"Yes, Sir. I think we should hear what he has to say." Carter looked up at her CO resolutely.
"Then its settled. I'll speak to the President and get Chief to send a message back to Ba'al's ship directly. Dismissed."
Before the team could get up, Teal'c rose, looking down at General Landry in his impassive manner. "GeneralLandry. I believe this plan of action is unwise. Ba'al certainly has an ulterior motive."
"I know you do Teal'c. I feel it is a crazy myself. But, we can contain Ba'al if he's lying and if he's not, then, well, we have a new ally against the Ori."
Teal'c opened his mouth to argue further but was cut off when the General raised his hand.
"Now Teal'c, I know what we're getting ourselves into here. But I believe that the benefits will eventually outweigh the risk. Now, you are all dismissed."
They noticed the firmness in his voice and all left the briefing room quickly, Teal'c infront of all of them.
Daniel and Sam walked companionably together along the corridors back towards their base quarters. Daniel turned to Sam and smiled nervously.
"Teal'c seems pretty pissed."
Sam smiled without humour. "Well, wouldn't you be in his place?"
