Briefing Room
General Hammond leaned forward in his chair at his position at the head of the table. His eyes traveled around the group, finally resting on Dr. Meyers. Brows furrowed, he took in the red eyes, the purple black skin around them and the little white bandage on her nose. Leaving her, he stopped at Jack who was fiddling with the fresh bandage on his left forearm. There was a stony look about him that settled into a guilty half- frown when he looked up at Dr. Meyers. His fingers gestured with embarrassment at her face.
"How's your..." his started, voice apologetic but stopped at the look she shot him. He shrugged and turned to the General who was watching them with concerned interest.
"Mind telling me what happened?"
Jack waved his hand at Daniel. "Daniel's 'friend' woke up and decided to use me as dinner."
Sam and Teal'c looked at him in astonishment while Daniel shook his head in annoyance. General Hammond's eyes narrowed on Dr. Meyers who was slowly turning an amazing color of red. "Did she attack you as well, Dr. Meyers?" She shook her head, causing her glasses to slide and perch precariously on the tip of her nose.
"No, Sir. I, for lack of a better way to phrase it, got in the way and got a fist in the face." Another unpleasant look was tossed at Jack who shrugged ruefully. General Hammond was more successful of hiding a smile then Sam who coughed into her coffee. Even Teal'c was slightly amused. Clearing his throat, General Hammond got back to business.
"What can you tell me of this woman, Dr. Meyers? And do you believe her to be dangerous?" He caught Daniel rolling his eyes out of the corner of his eyes but chose to ignore him for the moment. Dr. Meyers pushed her glasses back up on her nose before consulting the paperwork in front of her. "I can't be certain, General. From the results of the tests I have taken so far, she's human. And besides being dehydrated, she is fine physically. As for mentally...I would like to keep her under close observation; at least until we know more." General Hammond nodded in agreement. He could tell Daniel was about to start protesting. He held up his hand to stop him.
"I agree. We'll put her in isolation until further notice. Dr. Jackson, I'd like you to see what you can get out of her since she seems have taken a liking to you. Just be careful. I don't want another replicator type incident coming back to bite us in the ass."
"My thoughts exactly, General," Jack said, nodding his head, satisfied.
"General Hammond."
"Yes, Teal'c?"
"I do not believe this woman to be dangerous."
"Why is that?"
"This woman bears the markings of those who are unworthy of receiving a Goa'uld."
"There's that word again," Jack said, scoffing. Daniel ignored the man sitting next to him and leaned forward, curious.
"What do you mean by 'unworthy', Teal'c? " Teal'c quirked an eyebrow at Daniel before answering.
"It is said that when a human host is unable to receive a symbiote, the Goa'uld believe that the human is not worthy. Therefore, the human is marked and turned into a slave, or killed."
Jack held up his hands to stop Teal'c from continuing, brows creased in confusion. "Wait, wait. That bounty hunter guy..."
"Aris Boch," Daniel interrupted.
"Whatever. He didn't have any of those tattoos and he couldn't receive a.... snake."
"Sir, he had on body armor. We wouldn't have seen it if he did," Sam said, then turned to Dr. Meyers. "Was there any trace of rashna in her system?" Dr. Meyers consulted her notes before shaking her head. Sam nodded in thought. "So there's more."
Jack raised his eyebrow. "More?"
"Aris said that there was something in his genetic makeup that wouldn't allow the blending. We didn't even think that there might be more people out there who can't receive a Goa'uld."
"You're point, Carter?"
"If we can find these people, we might be able to figure out a way to prevent the Goa'uld from taking hosts." She turned towards General Hammond. "It's at least worth checking out, sir." General Hammond nodded in agreement.
"See what you can find out." Then to the group: "Now, what happened today? Didn't you say that PK4-616 was a peaceful planet?"
"The are, in theory. You see, the people of PK4-616, I believe, are derived form ancient India. Normally, a very hospitable people. They believe in Hinduism; the belief that all is god and god is all and that the universe is essentially one in substance or being. Now," Daniel was now in full archeologist mode. Jack rested his chin in his head, mind wandering; only staying tuned for anything of importance. "There are many Gods to worship, but the people of PK4-616, they worship Shiva. They believe that this entire universe is in the glory of Shiva, the God of Love. The heads and faces of men are His own, and he is in the hearts of all. He is also the creator of dance and reincarnation."
"If he is the God of love, then what's the problem?" General Hammond asked, puzzled.
"That's what makes Shiva one of the most complex gods of India, representing seemingly contradictory qualities. You see, he's most widely known as the destroyer God, the 'dark and terrible' Lord Shiva."
"You're saying he's a Goa'uld?"
"Uh, yeah. Unfortunately, while we were on their planet, Lord Shiva decided to check up on his loyal subjects, the Shivaites, and he wasn't very happy to find us there."
"Apparently we're famous." Jack supplied.
"And the next thing we know, we're running for our lives."
Jack shrugged. "Same old, same old."
General Hammond leaned back in his chair, digesting the information. Then, nodding to himself, he leaned forward, again clasping his hands together and resting them on the table in front of him. "SG-1 is on stand-down until we have further information. Dr. Jackson, Major Carter, keep me informed. Dismissed."
General Hammond leaned forward in his chair at his position at the head of the table. His eyes traveled around the group, finally resting on Dr. Meyers. Brows furrowed, he took in the red eyes, the purple black skin around them and the little white bandage on her nose. Leaving her, he stopped at Jack who was fiddling with the fresh bandage on his left forearm. There was a stony look about him that settled into a guilty half- frown when he looked up at Dr. Meyers. His fingers gestured with embarrassment at her face.
"How's your..." his started, voice apologetic but stopped at the look she shot him. He shrugged and turned to the General who was watching them with concerned interest.
"Mind telling me what happened?"
Jack waved his hand at Daniel. "Daniel's 'friend' woke up and decided to use me as dinner."
Sam and Teal'c looked at him in astonishment while Daniel shook his head in annoyance. General Hammond's eyes narrowed on Dr. Meyers who was slowly turning an amazing color of red. "Did she attack you as well, Dr. Meyers?" She shook her head, causing her glasses to slide and perch precariously on the tip of her nose.
"No, Sir. I, for lack of a better way to phrase it, got in the way and got a fist in the face." Another unpleasant look was tossed at Jack who shrugged ruefully. General Hammond was more successful of hiding a smile then Sam who coughed into her coffee. Even Teal'c was slightly amused. Clearing his throat, General Hammond got back to business.
"What can you tell me of this woman, Dr. Meyers? And do you believe her to be dangerous?" He caught Daniel rolling his eyes out of the corner of his eyes but chose to ignore him for the moment. Dr. Meyers pushed her glasses back up on her nose before consulting the paperwork in front of her. "I can't be certain, General. From the results of the tests I have taken so far, she's human. And besides being dehydrated, she is fine physically. As for mentally...I would like to keep her under close observation; at least until we know more." General Hammond nodded in agreement. He could tell Daniel was about to start protesting. He held up his hand to stop him.
"I agree. We'll put her in isolation until further notice. Dr. Jackson, I'd like you to see what you can get out of her since she seems have taken a liking to you. Just be careful. I don't want another replicator type incident coming back to bite us in the ass."
"My thoughts exactly, General," Jack said, nodding his head, satisfied.
"General Hammond."
"Yes, Teal'c?"
"I do not believe this woman to be dangerous."
"Why is that?"
"This woman bears the markings of those who are unworthy of receiving a Goa'uld."
"There's that word again," Jack said, scoffing. Daniel ignored the man sitting next to him and leaned forward, curious.
"What do you mean by 'unworthy', Teal'c? " Teal'c quirked an eyebrow at Daniel before answering.
"It is said that when a human host is unable to receive a symbiote, the Goa'uld believe that the human is not worthy. Therefore, the human is marked and turned into a slave, or killed."
Jack held up his hands to stop Teal'c from continuing, brows creased in confusion. "Wait, wait. That bounty hunter guy..."
"Aris Boch," Daniel interrupted.
"Whatever. He didn't have any of those tattoos and he couldn't receive a.... snake."
"Sir, he had on body armor. We wouldn't have seen it if he did," Sam said, then turned to Dr. Meyers. "Was there any trace of rashna in her system?" Dr. Meyers consulted her notes before shaking her head. Sam nodded in thought. "So there's more."
Jack raised his eyebrow. "More?"
"Aris said that there was something in his genetic makeup that wouldn't allow the blending. We didn't even think that there might be more people out there who can't receive a Goa'uld."
"You're point, Carter?"
"If we can find these people, we might be able to figure out a way to prevent the Goa'uld from taking hosts." She turned towards General Hammond. "It's at least worth checking out, sir." General Hammond nodded in agreement.
"See what you can find out." Then to the group: "Now, what happened today? Didn't you say that PK4-616 was a peaceful planet?"
"The are, in theory. You see, the people of PK4-616, I believe, are derived form ancient India. Normally, a very hospitable people. They believe in Hinduism; the belief that all is god and god is all and that the universe is essentially one in substance or being. Now," Daniel was now in full archeologist mode. Jack rested his chin in his head, mind wandering; only staying tuned for anything of importance. "There are many Gods to worship, but the people of PK4-616, they worship Shiva. They believe that this entire universe is in the glory of Shiva, the God of Love. The heads and faces of men are His own, and he is in the hearts of all. He is also the creator of dance and reincarnation."
"If he is the God of love, then what's the problem?" General Hammond asked, puzzled.
"That's what makes Shiva one of the most complex gods of India, representing seemingly contradictory qualities. You see, he's most widely known as the destroyer God, the 'dark and terrible' Lord Shiva."
"You're saying he's a Goa'uld?"
"Uh, yeah. Unfortunately, while we were on their planet, Lord Shiva decided to check up on his loyal subjects, the Shivaites, and he wasn't very happy to find us there."
"Apparently we're famous." Jack supplied.
"And the next thing we know, we're running for our lives."
Jack shrugged. "Same old, same old."
General Hammond leaned back in his chair, digesting the information. Then, nodding to himself, he leaned forward, again clasping his hands together and resting them on the table in front of him. "SG-1 is on stand-down until we have further information. Dr. Jackson, Major Carter, keep me informed. Dismissed."