Kauket spat a glob of blood into the Jaffa's face.

"Mikta!"

"Shel kree!" The Jaffa roared and slapped her clean across the face. The blood from earlier wounds seeped into her eye, a smile tugged at her lips.

"I will ask again," the Jaffa seemed to have calmed himself slightly, his burning brown eyes stared her directly in the face, "who is your God, hasshak?"

Kauket smiled in full now, her teeth flashed in the dim lighting of the torture room. She said nothing.

"Speak!" he held a pain stick tight in his livid grip, finally he had enough. The Jaffa thrust the three-pronged tip into Kauket's stomach. She screamed as pain exploded in all parts of her body, a golden light erupted from her eyes, and open mouth. The Jaffa removed the device, smiling manically as he did so. Kauket coughed blood onto the stone floor, she was breathing hard. She was powerless to help herself. Tight bonds held her hands securely behind the back of the chair on which she was seated. Her ankles were strapped tightly to the chair legs. The only exist, guarded by two burly Jaffa. There was no escape.

"This one has had enough," he said gruffly, "take her back the cell".

He strode off, leaving the two Jaffa guards to untie and escort the prisoner back to her cell. Kauket was delirious. Figures and objects blurred past as she was dragged along. Finally they stopped, only to throw her to the floor of the chamber and lock the bars behind them.

Kauket lay sprawled across the cold stone floor, blood was dripping down her face. She couldn't concentrate. The cell had another visitor, the Goa'uld form the clearing. He had also been captured and was nursing a bleeding head-wound.

"Ha," he scoffed, almost wearily, "even the best of us are susceptible to pain," he grinned and his eyes glowed. At last she became fully conscious and the world swirled into view. She took a deep breath in, it was over. She had been tortured twice before and hadn't recalled it being as bad as that. She looked over at her neighbor.

"What are you doing here, snake?" she spat, her eyes were pure venom.

"It appears I am in the same cell as you," he said sarcastically and stood up, he swayed unsteadily. She snorted, it was time to put the past behind her. They had to escape.

"Are their any possible exits?" She asked, her teeth clenched. She didn't like addressing any Goa'uld in a humane way. His host was quite attractive, ebony black hair and vivid green eyes, his smile was entrancing.

"I have surveyed the area," she told her, a sort of mocking crept into his deep, Goa'uld voice, "there is a possible escape through the ventilation shaft".

She got carefully to her feet. Her long, blonde hair was plastered to her face by blood and sweat. Kauket peeled it of and brushed it out of the way.

"Very well," she said, "before we attempt this. Lets get this cleared up, snake".

She walked over to the grinning Goa'uld. Her fist clenched tightly she punched him squarely in the face, blood began to trickle from his nose. He was gasping, but still he smiled.

"I know you can't escape without my aid," he walked over to vent, and gripped it with both hands. He grunted as he tore it from the wall. He placed it as quietly as possible on the stone floor. Kauket was stunned with his strength, she hadn't expected him to be that tough.

"Go through," he said, gesturing towards the gaping hole in the gold-stone wall. Looking cautiously about her, Kauket crawled into the tight space. She had been in Motherships before and was trying to recall the general layout, hoping it would give her a clue as to where their weapons were stashed. The Goa'uld spoke quietly, but his voice echoed in the space empty space of the vent, "You do know who I am?"

Kauket chose not to answer, instead she returned, "you do know what I am, snake?"

She could hear his soft amusement behind her as she crawled, she turned left.

"I do," she heard him say, "you are Kauket, Equal Born of the Ogdo'ad, reincarnate".

Her eyes narrowed, how was it that this serpent knew more about her past life that she did of his present? It was barely possible that he knew of the Ogdo'ad, the only beings to know of them were Ra and Egeria the Tok'ra queen. They were both dead.

"Very well," she whispered, her curiousity building, "who are you?"

"Firstly, it is not I who is the serpent," he retorted, she grimaced, "I am Maahes, as you well know, a Goa'uld".

"Not much of a Goa'uld, you have not one Jaffa," she smirked. He said nothing, she could imagine the sour look on his beautiful face. No, she told herself sternly, not beautiful.

They took many turns throughout the maze of metallic vent until finally Kauket found an exist, she peered through the gaps in the bars.

"I can't see any Jaffa," she murmured. She scanned the room again, a glint caught her eye. Her distinguished hand device lay glinting and unguarded upon a table top.

"We need weapons," she told the Goa'uld behind her…