Devil's Hotline

Chapter 4

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In the depths of space, a Ha'tak was slowly traveling through unclaimed territory. One might observe that it's pace was painfully slow, a snail's pace when compared to the true speed others of it's kind could travel at. The reason behind it's crawl through space could have been anything, though if one examined the ship carefully and took in the various cinder marks that covered it's outer hull, that person might chalk it up to the fact that the ship was damaged. Or, if one was an expert in Ha'tak designs, might recognize the ship as one of the much…older versions.

Whatever the reason, the ship appeared to go through various lengths to stay off the radar of any other nearby vessels. It was obvious that the Goa'uld in charge, whoever the false god was, did not want any trouble from any nearby sources.

However, someone, it seemed, had a rather different idea. A light descended upon the damaged space craft, and the outer hull was engulfed in electricity, having long ago lost any form of a force field. And just as quickly as the light appeared, the beam disappeared, the electrical bolts fading from the craft and leaving it, remarkably, unharmed.

Perhaps any damage done was simply unrecognizable from the various scars that already adorned the outside.

Inside the ship, the residents, few that there were, went about their business. No one seemed aware of the light that had briefly engulfed their ship. Not that it would have mattered either way if they had. For there was now a new resident on the Ha'tak, and nothing short of the destruction of the universe was going to avert her from her task at hand.

She traveled through the hallways silently, the only sound the intruder making being the click click click of her high-heeled boots. They echoed throughout the various corridors, and, had she been anyone else, no doubt the noise would have warranted the attention of the few Jaffa who patrolled it.

However, the woman, if anything else, was nothing if not powerful. A simple desire to remain unnoticed by all but her targets left her unhindered by the armored men who guarded the insides of the battered mother ship. And, while it would have been entertaining to see the results of the Jaffa discovering her, she was, regretfully, a terribly busy woman. She didn't have time to play games. At least, not at that very moment.

A small squadron of armed Jaffa turned onto the corridor she was traveling down. An amused smile quirked onto her face as they approached, before making a rather large berth around her. They then continued their patrol, not so much as a thought as to why they had traveled around her entering their minds.

Mortals were entertaining in that way. Even when they denied the supernatural, they instinctively reacted to it when found in its presence. No doubt the small guard had unconsciously sensed her, and had actively gone out of their way to avoid making physical contact with her.

And so it was that the silver-haired woman continued, unheeded, through the Ha'tak. The ship itself did indeed show signs of age, she observed. The golden hallways she passed through were not as glamorous as they no doubt could be; taking away from the feeling of awe that usually accompanied such a sight. There was also a strange lack of Jaffa. There had been the small guard she'd passed, but the woman knew from experience that she should have passed several platoons of Jaffa upon arriving. Another sign that whoever the head Goa'uld was, he or she was extremely lacking in power.

But that was alright, the woman reasoned. After all, it was why she was here. She came to a halt in front of the large door that would no doubt lead her to the owner of the ship. Violet eyes narrowed dangerously at the obstructive object, and the door was blown away with a small tendril of power.

Cries and shouts came from inside the room as the door crashed to the floor, and the woman sauntered inside, for all the appearance a queen in her domain. Several Jaffa were positioned inside, all armed with staff weapons, all pointed at her. They stood guard in front of three women, all of which varied in age and appearance.

The oldest of the trio rose from where she sat, a woman in her late thirties or perhaps early forties with hair such a dark shade of brown it could easily be mistaken for black upon first appearance. Her blue eyes flashed golden for a brief second, and with the wave of a silk covered arm, the Goa'uld shouted a command.

As her echoing voice reached their ears, the Jaffa fired upon the intruder, who didn't so much as flinch as the energy emitted from the weapons came at her. The Jaffa released several rounds, and a fine dust rose from the particles that had been vaporized around the intruder. The Goa'uld raised a hand. The firing ceased, and for several seconds, there was silence.

Slowly, the dust cleared, and the Goa'uld's eyes widened as she caught the silhouette of the intruder. The stranger flicked a wrist. The Jaffa, her First Prime included, fell to the floor, and for the life of her, the Goa'uld was unsure if they were dead or merely unconscious. The false goddess turned her attention back to the intruder, sensing her sisters moving to follow her example behind her.

The dust had settled now, and the Goa'uld took the moment to observe the intruder. The woman's skin was a dark bronze, her hair unnaturally white for someone who looked to be in her late twenties. Violet eyes observed the trio of woman, holding a glimmer of amusement, as though the universe as a whole was little more then a big joke to her. A six-pointed star adorned her forehead, a similar, five pointed star of the same shade of red under each eye. Her outfit consisted of a dress so outrageous, even the Goa'uld and her sisters would hesitate to be caught in it. An almost fearsome aura radiated from her.

If the intruder was Jaffa, the Goa'uld reasoned, then she'd freely surrender herself to interrogation by To'kra.

The woman focused on her and smiled. The Goa'uld could almost hear the terrified screams of her host. There was something otherworldly in that smile, in those eyes, something that spoke of monsters in the dark and predators descending upon the hapless backs of prey. The Goa'uld flinched, but none the less held to strange woman's gaze.

"Who are you?" Her youngest sister was the one who broke the silence. Her host, little more then a girl-child entering the first stages of adulthood, was the tallest of the three, with dirty blonde hair that fell to the small of her back and hazel eyes that flashed an angry gold as she glared at the intruder.

The stranger's smile was almost cheerful as she redirected her gaze to the youngest sibling, moving towards the trio of false gods with little to no attention as to where she stepped. Several Jaffa would later awaken with various broken bones, some limbs mangled so badly that even with the technology they had, there was nothing short of amputation that could be done to save them.

The woman paused just short of the first step leading up to the throne the trio resided upon, her eyes glittering in the artificial lighting of the room. "Who am I?" She asked, repeating the hazel eyed Goa'uld's question. "I am but a woman looking to make a deal." Her eyes traveled from one sibling to the next, those violet eyes piercing into them and seeming to stare straight at the snake rather then the host it held captive.

It was the middle sister who spoke next, taking several steps in front of the other two as though to protect them from some hidden intention on the stranger's intent. It seemed to amuse the white-haired woman to no end. "And what sort of deal would that be? What would one such as you, who bears the markings of a slave, have to offer that we, gods, do not already possess?"

The stranger's laughter was both harsh and beautiful, tearing through the ears of all present and leaving them with a feeling of stunned shock that came when one was struck by the beam of a zat'n'ktel. "Gods?" She asked, approaching the Goa'uld in an almost feline manner. "My Dear, I have seen 'gods'. And considering the horrendous state of this ship, I wouldn't go so far as to even call you three minor demi-gods, let alone full fledged beings of power."

Had it not been for the intimidating aura permeating from the intruder, the middle sister would have bristled at the insult. Instead, as the silver haired woman drew closer, the young woman backed away, trying to keep some sort of distance from herself and the stranger. "However, as it turns out, your dwindling power is the exact reason I'm here."

The woman disappeared from sight, startling a gasp from the middle sibling. "Does she possess Asgard technology?" She cried, her brown eyes wide in alarm as she whirled around to face her siblings. The woman froze, her eyes falling on the oldest, and the dark haired Goa'uld didn't need to question why it was her younger sibling was staring at her in fear. Nor did she need to look to the youngest of the trio. She was sure the girl-child that was host was wearing a matching expression of horror.

Brown hands bedecked with various rings came to rest on her shoulders. A shiver ran down her spine. "I can give you what you want." The voice came from behind her; low, soft, filled with desires and temptations that haunted the dreams of men at night. "Fame, fortune, power, you name it." The Goa'uld tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, her wide, blue eyes meeting haunting violet.

A pair of arms decorated in an unfamiliar fabric moved to wrap around her torso in an embrace. The Goa'uld's breathing increased. "And all I ask is for a little something in return." Her heart was thundering in her ears. Was this what it was like for a rabbit to look into the eyes of a jackal?

"And what would that be?" She was almost afraid to ask. But was she not a god, despite this woman's claims? What could the stranger, whose name she didn't even know, ask of the three of them that they could not give?

The woman's chuckle was soft and deep, reverberating in her ears a smile with a hidden meaning appearing on her face. "It's simple." She said, those odd, violet eyes of hers sparkling dangerously. "I want you and your sisters to change your names."

~*~

Colonel Jack O'Neil was not in a good mood. Storming down the hallways of the SGC, the man was lost in his thoughts, recalling the events of last night that had lead the colonel to his ripe mood.

The platoon of marines General Hammond had sent down at Daniel's request had been rather confused when they found Jack's house empty of the resident SG-1 had 'captured'. The man leading the soldiers, one Colonel Ken Thomson, had then gotten into a screaming match with Jack over him and his men being dragged down to Jack's place for no reason. Jack's response had been something about a bunch of incompetent men who didn't know how to move their asses during a state of emergency, and it was only through the actions of everyone present that the two hadn't moved to exchange blows.

Then, of course, came the call from the General, in which he'd had to explain what, exactly, had happened. His ears were still ringing from that phone call. General Hammond had been rather upset that he'd let this Mara person get away, and had decided that, since she'd first appeared there, there was a chance that she might return to Jack's house. Which meant that now, Jack's house was currently under the surveillance of the same man Jack had almost gotten into a fist fight with earlier that evening.

Ah, yes. Did the ironies ever cease?

Turning back to the present, Jack had already snapped at several lower ranking officers, biting the heads off of innocent men and woman who were guilty of nothing more then being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The poor soldiers had run off as though a pack of rabid Jaffa were on their tail, but one good thing had come from it. News tended to spread quickly through the grapevine at the SGC, and the soldiers had quickly warned any and all present that Jack was on the warpath.

Heading to Daniel's office, Jack hadn't caught sight of another officer since that poor Lieutenant who had simply been trying to pass him in the hall. Perhaps a trip to the Space Monkey's lab could help sooth his temper. As he entered his friend's room without so much as a knock, various SGC personnel peaked over at the colonel from around the corner. They could only hope.

Daniel looked up from the various text books scattered over his table as Jack entered the room. The scowl on the older man's face was all Daniel needed to see before the vision impaired man sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and went back to his books. Jack was in a bad mood again. Wonderful.

Having a small idea as to what, exactly, had caused Jack's mood, Daniel held his silence, allowing the other man to start the conversation.

"I can't believe she just up and disappeared like that." Jack growled, glaring at one of the various artifacts that aligned Daniel's shelf as though trying to pin the blame on it. "And just when those damned marines got there too. What the hell was up with their timing?"

Daniel nodded and 'hmmed' in agreement. Jack needed to vent, and so long as he didn't break any of his stuff, Daniel could easily tune out Jack's words while still seeming to follow along with the man's conversation.

"And Thomson, that son of a bitch…" Jack angrily crossed his hands over his chest, before shoving them in his pockets, as though unsure as of what to do with the limbs. He looked over at Daniel, who, upon writing something down in a journal, looked up at his friend.

"Well, if it's any consolidation, we haven't seen hide nor hair of Mara since she disappeared. Hopefully that means she's gone for good, or whatever that whole 'contract' fiasco was about, it was all a ruse." Daniel said, taking a moment to take off his glasses and clean them against his shirt. Putting them on once more, he found he didn't like the expression on Jack's face. The man hardly looked convinced.

"Anyways, how about we get some breakfast?" The brown-haired man asked, deciding it was probably best to switch subjects before he said something that riled the silver-haired colonel up any more then he already was. "Sam and Teal'c might already be there, and I can tell you guy what I found on the name 'Mara'. I've been doing nothing but research on the subject since I got home last night."

Jack paused, frowning slightly at the mention of Mara, before shrugging and nodding his head. "Sure, why the hell not? I could use some grub."

Releasing a mental sigh of relief, Daniel stood from where he sat behind his desk, folding various books and grabbing several journals before turning and following Jack out of the room. As the door closed behind him, Daniel glanced over at his companion. "By the way…" He said, his voice tinted with a certain hesitant curiosity. "What was with that wish of yours, anyways?" He asked, keeping a close eye on Jack's face for any signs that he'd crossed some hidden line.

Jack grunted, his face hardening for a brief second before he responded. "Hell if I know." He grumbled. "That so called 'demon' got me so wound up I guess I wasn't thinking clearly. Guess I just sort of spouted the first thing that popped into my head."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "And the first thing that popped into your head was her on an SG team?" He asked, clearly in disbelief of Jack's excuse.

Jack sent a glare that would have killed him ten times over if it was within his capability. Daniel raised his hands in surrender. "Okay okay, drop the subject, got it."

The two continued down the corridors in an uneasy silence, one that stayed with them in the elevator and didn't disappear until they entered the cafeteria.

As the archeologist had predicted, Sam and Teal'c were, indeed, already in the cafeteria. The two sat at their usual table, Sam with a cup of coffee at her side, steam slowly rising from the top, and Teal'c sitting across from her, a plate of scrambled eggs-or something that looked close to it-steadily being consumed by the larger man. As Jack moved into line to grab his own food, Daniel quickly made his way over to the other half of his team, his own coffee in hand as he moved to sit next to Teal'c.

Sam smiled somewhat tiredly at him in greetings while Teal'c nodded his head respectfully before turning, once more, to his breakfast. Daniel placed his journals down with a sigh, before returning his own greetings to the duo. Sam looked at the notebooks questioningly, but otherwise didn't comment on them, instead asking, "So, how bad's the colonel?"

Daniel grimaced, glancing over to where the man in question stood in line before turning back to Sam. "He's still upset about what happened last night, but hopefully the mood won't last through breakfast." He watched as Sam stifled a moan, recalling that unlike him, Sam had been ordered to stay behind at Jack's place in order to help install security cameras and go over various other electrical equipment. She probably hadn't gotten home until early morning, and had more then likely only gotten a few hours of sleep.

Speaking of which, here came the object of Sam's exhaustion now. Jack placed his tray down next to Sam, sitting down and plunging his spoon into his bowl of fruit loops. After taking a few bites of the sugary cereal, the man pointed his spoon at the various journals and notebooks that lay sprawled out in front of Daniel. "So, I take it you found one or two things on Mara then?" He asked, taking another bite of his breakfast as Daniel nodded his head.

"It would seem the name 'Mara' is more popular then I'd expected." Daniel said, grabbing one notebook and flipping it open to a dog eared page. "When she first told us her name, the first thing that came to me was a Buddhist demon that shared the name. However, due to the fact that that demon is supposed to be male in origin, I'm pretty sure they aren't the same person.

Then I remember hearing her mention something about 'Nidhogg', which, in Norse mythology, is a great dragon who rests under Yggdrasil, the tree of life, and continuously gnaws on the third root and-"

Jack snapped his fingers in front of Daniel's face, causing blue eyes to blink in question. He looked over at Jack. "Focus Daniel."

A tinge of a blush lined the younger man's cheeks. "Ah…right, sorry about that." He grumbled. "Anyways, I did some digging for a 'Mara' in Norse mythology and came up with-"

Once again, the archeologist was interrupted, this time by the intercom rather then Jack. SG-1, please report to the briefing room. I repeat, SG-1, please report to the briefing room.

The team looked between one another, questions and confusion in their gaze as various thoughts of what they were needed for flew through their mind.

"Are we scheduled for any missions today?"

"I don't think so…"

"Perhaps it is in relation to the events of last night?"

"Ah crap, I hope not. I already got an earful from the General over the phone last night. I don't need to hear it again in person."

As one, the team moved to their feet, gathering trays, journals, and coffee cups and making their way out of the cafeteria.

General Hammond was waiting for them when the team arrived. He stood silently in front of his chair, though he motioned for the others to sit. The team did as instructed, shared glances going from one person to the next as they sought out the reason behind their summoning.

When all were seated, the General spoke. "I'm sorry to have called you all in here on such short notice." He said, earning a curious stare or two from those present. "However, due to recent circumstances, we've suddenly found ourselves with several new greenhorns to the SGC, all of which need to be assigned to an SG team."

He eyed them, taking into account the sudden look of dread that seemed to pass through his most prized team's faces, and finding himself sympathizing. The news he had to give wasn't the best, sadly.

Jack, meanwhile, was sitting stiffly, recalling his words from last night. No. Just…No. There is no way in Hell that wish came true. He looked at his team. Daniel had paled a shade or two, and was looking at the General with wide, blue eyes. Carter's expression was much as he imagined his own: stiff and alert, waiting for the rest of the news to make a headway. Teal'c, was, of course, unreadable, though Jack thought the raised eyebrow was raised just a pinch higher then usual.

"Sir, please don't tell me…" Jack didn't even bother to finish his sentence. The look on Hammond's face said it all.

"I'm afraid so, Colonel O'Neil." The older man reached over on the table, pressing down on the intercom and speaking into it. "Send her in." He ordered.

"Send who in, Sir?" Carter asked. Were her knuckles white from where they were folded in front of her? He couldn't tell.

The door opened, and the person in question entered. All eyes were drawn to the newest attendant, and Jack felt the color drain from his face. Her hair was pulled back behind her in a thick ponytail, and Jack could only wonder at how she'd gotten past the regulations with its length. Her eye color had changed as well. She was staring at him with almost regretful mahogany eyes, and for a second, he was certain that they were the same crimson he'd first seen in his house before she looked away.

The tattoos had disappeared as well. Perhaps makeup? Another one of her magic tricks, maybe? Hell, for all he knew, the stupid marking might not have even been tattoos. There were no elongated canines either. She was dressed in the standard camouflage BDU's, her arms stiff at her side as she stared at SG-1 with a small frown of consternation. She looked about as happy to see them as Jack was to see her.

General Hammond cleared his throat, and all eyes turned to him once more. "SG-1, do to recent events, you will be taking on another member in your team. This is Lt. Marla Jotun. Until further notice, she is to accompany you on all future missions."

Jack opened his mouth to protest, and was immediately silenced by the General's glare. "Colonel, after the events of last night, I don't want to hear a word of complaint from you. This is a temporary arrangement. Lt. Jotun will eventually be assigned to an SG team of her own, but for now she's inexperienced." Hammond moved to pin the glare on everyone else present, as though daring them to disagree with his judgment.

The room was silent.

General Hammond nodded. "Very good. Now, I'd take this time to get acquainted with each other, as you all are going to be spending a great deal of time together from this point on. Dismissed."

Jack scowled as he stood from his chair, watching with disinterest as the others of his team did the same. However, most of his attention was on the newest addition to his team. "Marla. Cute." He muttered under his breath, making his way to the door and knowing that Carter and the others would be right behind him.

Marla hadn't moved from her position near the door, and as he passed her, he sent the woman a glare. "Let's go, Lieutenant. There are a few…rules we need to go over before the General sends us on our first 'merry' trip together." He passed her, practically stomping out the door and into the hallway beyond, the others right on his heel.

General Hammond watched the original members of SG-1 file out, before resting a hand on Lt. Jotun's shoulder. She looked over at him in surprise. "Sir?"

The older man gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Colonel O'Neil isn't the easiest man to be around at first. Give him some time."

The woman blinked, before giving a somewhat hesitant nod. "Ah…yes Sir." Hammond gave her shoulder a pat. "Good, now move out before you loose track of the Colonel and the rest of SG-1. This place can be a maze for new recruits."

The woman nodded once more before rushing out of the room at a quick walk, turning down a corner and disappearing from sight. General Hammond shook his head. "Hopefully I haven't just doomed a poor greenhorn to death. Knowing SG-1's luck, their first mission together will somehow get captured by a Goa'uld or something similar." The man sighed. "Hell, the rumors surrounding SG-1 alone are probably enough to scare that poor girl to death. I'll just have to hope Jack goes easy on her."

~*~

Back with SG-1, the new Lieutenant had quickly caught up with the team, though it seemed only Teal'c was the one to notice. Having been the last one of the original members to leave to room, the large man had stayed alert for the woman's presence when it became clear to him that she was not following behind them. He raised an eyebrow at her in question. She grimaced. He returned his attention to the rather angry Colonel in front of him.

Sam and Daniel had been trying to sooth the man's raging temper since they'd left the conference room, with little to no luck on either's part. The various SGC personnel once more found the Colonel on the war path, though it quickly became obvious over whom it was he was raging against. As the group of people passed, the various soldiers and civilians who worked in the SGC could only shake their heads in dismay. A new recruit. And on the infamous SG-1, of all teams. Chances were she wouldn't last a week before getting killed, poor girl.

For her part, the various sympathetic looks and pitying smiles cast her way only seemed to confuse the woman in question.

Several minutes of walking down various corridors, an elevator ride, and more damned hallways later, and the group of five found themselves in Jack's office. As the door shut behind Lt. Marla Jotun, Jack wheeled around, facing the blonde woman with an expression that would have scared Anubis, given half the chance.

"And just what," the Colonel demanded, "the hell are you doing here?" He snarled, brown eyes sparkling with rage as he stared down at the woman. Behind him, Sam and Daniel looked at each other, sharing a look. It would be bad if someone from outside the room happened to over hear what Jack was screaming about. After all, when it came to the SGC, nothing was considered impossible.

For her part, the Lieutenant sneered, revealing canines that hadn't been quite so long in the conference room. "What do you think? You made your wish. This is the result. I'm stuck with you for as long as this team is together." Mara growled out, standing her ground against Jack's temper. "And if it's any consolation, I wasn't exactly planning on being thrown onto your team when you made that thrice-cursed damn wish of yours."

From behind Jack, Daniel spoke up. "So…you're saying Jack's wish came true?"

Lt. Marla-Mara turned her gaze to him. He wasn't sure if he was surprised or not to notice that her eyes had returned to their natural shade of crimson. Her tattoos were appearing on her face as well. "Of course that's what I'm saying. Why else would I be under a damned mountain with a mortal who can't take a hint?"

Daniel, ever unphased by the show of sarcasm, something he'd heard all too often from Jack himself, simply nodded his head. "Point taken."

Jack scowled at Mara's comment towards him. "Couldn't you just have…you know…canceled the contract or something? I'm not exactly a satisfied customer, and by the looks of things, I could say the same about you."

Mara's expression darkened. "Any other time, I'd say that the answer to that question is 'yes', as usually I make contracts at my own discretion. However, due to the fact that this is an assignment straight from Nidhogg itself, I don't have any leeway on the situation, meaning we're all stuck together until either the disbandment of SG-1 or some higher power comes and makes the contract null and void."

"And the chances of that happening are?"

"Slim to none."

Jack cursed, and by the various expressions on the faces of those present, he wasn't the only one who shared his opinion.

Daniel spoke up again. "When you say Nidhogg…are you talking about the Norse dragon said to reside underneath Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life?" His voice was hopeful and filled with curiosity, for all he voiced it with hesitation, as though the young man was unsure whether now was the time to be asking such questions.

Mara glared at him. "What are you again? An anthropologist?"

"Archeologist, actually."

The woman nodded. "I hate your type. You always ask too many questions."

Daniel frowned. "Does that mean you aren't going to answer me?"

"No, it means that you should ask me when I'm in a better mood and actually feel like telling you what the Infernal Realm is like."

Daniel's brows furrowed together in disappointment. "Oh." Then the young man blinked, and Mara could see the signs of another dreaded question appearing on his youthful features. "Then will you answer me this? How did you get your…markings to disappear like that? And your eyes and…fangs. Can you do that at will?"

Jack, who'd fallen into a brooding silence, threw his hands into the air and marched to his desk, grabbing the chair and falling into it. More questions. Just what he didn't need at the moment. And by Daniel no less. They were going to be here for hours.

Mara, taking note on Jack's frustration, smirked lightly before moving to lean up against one of the metal walls, where she could get a good look on everyone present. Daniel was eyeing her in curiosity, Sam's face mirroring his expression more then a little bit. Teal'c was standing in front of the door, blocking any attempts at an escape-or an unwanted interruption.

The demon shrugged half-heartedly. "Disguising such traits is a simple spell any first-class demon can do. After all, it would do me no good to go walking around and be recognized for what I am by the wrong people. So long as I'm conscious of the act, the markings, teeth, and eyes will change on my command." She neglected to mention the fact that, should she be knocked out, or, for whatever reason, loose the small amount of concentration needed for that spell, the traits would reappear on her, exposing her for what she was.

Daniel folded his arms across his chest. "So you're saying that we won't have to worry about someone mistaking you for a Jaffa or some other alien while you're with us?"

She nodded.

The brown-haired man sighed. "Well, that's one thing we won't have to worry about, at least."

Sam spoke up next. "What about those abilities of yours? What all can you do?" The woman had a curious air to her, one that caused the demon to grimace.

As the demon opened her mouth to respond, however, she found herself interrupted. She and just about every one else present jumped as the blaring of klaxons reached their ears, sending four-fifths of SG-1 into an alert position.

Instinct and habit kicking in, Jack ran for the door, a curse on his lips as he followed Teal'c outside, Sam on his heals. Mara brought her hands to her ears, the sound all the more intense with the now open door. She looked over at Daniel, who, along with herself, was the only person left in the room.

"What the hell is going on!?" She cried out, finding she needed to raise her voice over the shriek of sirens.

"Sounds like an unscheduled activation on the stargate!" Daniel shouted back, wincing slightly over the noise and moving to the door. "Come on, we need to move!"

~*~

A/N: And so a new player enters the game. What could she have up her sleeve? Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, though once again I feel as though I tried to speed through it. Questions? Comments? Complaints? Feel free to tell me. Also, fun fact for those unfamiliar with Ah! My Goddess. It would seem the creators had a tough time coming up for a name for Mara. As it is, I know her by three name: Mara, Marla, and Marller. So take a guess as to where I came up with her 'mortal' name.