"Mom! It's Kurt! It's me, it's Kurt," he was crying, staring up at her.
"Kurt," Daniel whispered, "she's a Goa'uld, she isn't … she's not… not anymore."
Her eyes glowed, and she raised her hand, which, Daniel was horrified to notice, was adorned with a kara kesh, a hand device. The jewel in the center lit up with a gold that mirrored the glowing in the Goa'uld's eyes, and the beam of light shot out, engulfing Kurt's forehead. He screamed as electricity filled his body.
Daniel flinched, knowing all too well the incredible pain the kara kesh produced; every nerve on fire, the inability to move.
"Nothing of the host survives," the Goa'uld hissed, lowering her hand to release him.
Kurt collapsed, gasping and shaking. He was dragged off the floor by his hair, forcibly pulled to his feet.
"You'll please the Lady Hathor well," the Goa'uld said, dragging Kurt along with her. Still in agony, he was barely able to convince his legs to obey him and move fast enough to keep up with her.
"Please you have to recognize me," he stumbled as she pulled him along with her. His head was pounding, an after affect of the hand device. His vision was blurry, he just couldn't focus on anything, and it seemed like ages for them to finally stop.
He could just see that the walls of the room to which he had been taken were draped in red curtains. Lamps, with flames flickering, were arranged around the room, providing an uneven light. There was the thick smell of candles, which were probably in a side chamber behind the curtains. The smell sat thick in the air.
Feeling dizzy, Kurt tried to collapse to his knees, but was pulled back up.
"You have found a new slave boy for us?" another Goa'uld appeared from behind a silk curtain, her red hair cut short to just above her shoulders. Kohl lined her eyes in a classical Egyptian fashion, and flowing white cloth flowed after her as she walked.
The Goa'uld who had his mother's face nodded, "yes, my Lady Hathor. Enjoy," she purred before turning and sweeping away, leaving Kurt in the company of the red haired Goa'uld.
Hathor studied his face, getting uncomfortably close. "You're a sweet thing aren't you?" She laughed, a sound like sickly honey. "Yes, you'll serve us well."
Carter was leaning back on the wall of the alien gate room. Jack was alternating between pacing and pushing against the wall, assumedly looking for a panel of hidden door or some other means of escape. Carter wasn't sure; she had closed her eyes long ago, tired of watching him. "There's no way out sir," she said as she heard his pass by her.
"Always a way out, Carter," Jack grunted.
She sighed, "Eventually someone will come through the gate and we can see how they leave. Besides this place must lead to somewhere, Daniel and the people from that planet can't have just vanished."
Teal'c spoke up, which surprised both Carter and Jack as the Jaffa had been standing perfectly still next to the gate, his eyes closed. "That is assuming that the gate address Daniel Jackson provided is accurate, Major Carter."
Blaine was leaning on the wall opposite from Carter, resting his head on his knees. Suddenly he looked up, eyes wide. "Did you hear that?"
Jack stopped pacing much to Carter's relief and listened intently.
"I heard nothing, Blaine…" Teal'c paused, "What is your last name?"
"Anderson, why?"
"I heard nothing, Blaine Anderson."
There was a slight vibration that quickly rippled through the room, "Okay, did you feel that?" Blaine said sarcastically.
Jack made this weird gesture with his hand, swinging his fingers in the air. At least it was weird to Blaine; everyone else seemed to know what he wanted them to do. Carter and Teal'c moved to each side of the doorway, not visible to anyone in the corridor. The door at the end of the hallway, which had previously been securely sealed shut, opened. A ship had docked.
Blaine froze where he was standing, which unfortunately was in the center of the room, completely in the view of the Jaffa that had just appeared from inside the ship. There was a moment where Blaine and the Jaffa just stared at each other both caught off guard by each other's unexpected appearance. The Jaffa took barely half a second to recover and aimed his staff weapon straight at Blaine's chest. Before he could shot, bullets showered the Jaffa's armor and he collapsed to the ground. Blaine eyes widened; he had never seen someone die before.
"You… he… what... is he dead?" Blaine stuttered. SG-1 ignored him, weapons at the ready, going down the corridor to secure the ship. A few more shots rang out.
"Check the cargo hold, Carter."
"All clear, sir," Carter's voice called out.
Hesitantly, Blaine made his way down the passage. Cautiously stepping around the dead Jaffa. There was a second one just inside the ship, which Teal'c dragged out of the ship. Blaine's felt nauseous when he saw the puddle of blood on the floor.
Jack stormed up to him. Blaine cowered, not because of the man's size (although he was quite tall), but because of the vicious look in the man's eyes. "I told you! I said you'd be a liability. You could have died, or you could have put my team in danger. You're staying on the dock, got it?"
"Sir, he can't stay here. What if another ship docks?" Sam said over her shoulder, sliding into the ship's pilot seat.
Jack considered that for a moment then sighed, "Fine. Then he comes down to the planet, but he stays in the ship. Got it kid?"
Blaine nodded, moving behind Carter's chair so that the pool of blood was behind him and out of sight. "That's incredible," he said staring at the planet below. Are you down there somewhere, Kurt?
"Sir," Carter said, her voice rising slightly, "there are a lot of ships down there!" Pointed pyramid ships stuck up from the ground below, golden specks on a green backdrop.
Jack looked over her shoulder, Blaine shuffling out of his way. Jack sighed, "Find a spot to land out of sight Carter, we'll walk."
Carter nodded, sliding her hand over the control panel. The ship rocked as it disengaged from the docking station, it began its decent down to the planet. Jack had taken the passenger seat, and Teal'c was standing. Blaine was using the back of Carter's chair to steady himself as the ship encountered some turbulence.
Carter landed the spaceship in a grove surrounded by trees. The Goa'uld ships were pricks of color in the distance at least two hours away, hopefully far enough away to not be discovered.
"This doesn't look like what I thought another planet would look like," Blaine observed.
Carter got up from the pilot's seat, retrieving her gun which she had left on the floor, "Most planets look a lot alike. The Goa'ulds terraform planets to be suitable for human life, lots of forests scattered around the gala…"
Jack frowned, "Carter, you don't have to explain anything to that kid. He's just here for the ride, remember?"
Blaine bit him lip to stop himself from saying something, it didn't work… "I don't care what you say, I'm coming with you!"
"You are stubborn aren't you?" Jack said, slightly impressed. "Come on campers, let's move out." He and SG-1 left, the door snapping closed behind them, leaving Blaine alone. He didn't quite see how they managed to make the door open. He watched them go down the hill, and then moved to the door, avoiding the red patch on the floor. He looked around the door, looking for a handle but there was no such thing.
He sighed and moved back to the control panel Carter had been sitting in front of to see if there was a button she had pushed here to open the door. He leaned over it, studying it. As an experiment he pressed one of the buttons next to the panel only producing an annoying beep. Another button. Beep.
Blaine swore, kicking the chair next to him, which disappointingly was securely attached to the floor. Instead of the satisfaction of seeing it fall over, all he got was a sore foot. This prompted him to swear again. Glad there wasn't anyone here to see that, Blaine, your dapper reputation would be ruined, he thought to himself as he sat in the chair, letting his head fall to the control panel.
A light flashed.
Blaine sat up, startled. What in the… um… worlds? He stared at the control panel for a while, and then raised a finger to the surface, tentatively poking at it. The ship lurched off the ground, jumping forward a few feet. Blaine released the control panel, leaning as far away from it as possible. Hopefully SG-1 was far enough away to not have noticed that. He got out of the chair, going over to the door. Sure enough there was a little plate next to it, made of the same material as the control panel. Blaine ran his finger over the surface but nothing happened. Wrong combination? He tried a different pattern, moving his finger up and the sweeping it to the side. And another. It wasn't that big, it couldn't take that long to… the door opened with a whoosh.