I own nothing.
"Speech"
"Thought"
"Goa'uld Speech"
"Goa'uld Thought"
Chapter Eight: This Ought to be Good
The ha'tak made it's through space evading possible enemies as Kirk spent his time putting the finishing touches on the time machine he had been working on for during their time adrift. By himself it had taken much of his time, but now with the others in their new bodies they were able to speed up the work.
"This won't work."
Now if only he could shut his host up once and for all! Then he could have some peace while he worked. His host refused to accept the fact that he was the owner of the body. It wouldn't matter soon, because soon they would be in the past. Soon they would win as they should have. And then his host would have no choice but to accept his fate.
Dropping out of hyperspace Kirk proceeded to turn the machine on. Checking the control panel he watched at it began to power up.
-Elsewhere-
McCoy hurried around his med-bay readying himself and the room for a worst-case scenario. Beds were set up waiting for future patients. Over the comm Spock was briefing the crew about the situation.
"Possible parasitic race." The southern doctor couldn't help but shiver at the concept. The thought of his friend and crew mates not in control of their actions or bodies was unsettling for lack of a better word to describe what he felt about that.
"Damn space." He thought. "Damn aliens, damn dark and deadly galaxy."
McCoy's mental rant went on for quite a while till it was interrupted by a ship wide red alert.
-On the bridge-
Bridge officers were alert as they dropped out of wrap next to the planet where the goa'uld ship had stopped.
"Scan the ship." Spock ordered the second they exited out of warp. "Can we locate the away team?"
"Scanning ze ship, sir!" Chekov announced from his station. "I'm found them! It should be possible to beam them aboard."
"Do it."
-On broad the Ha'tak-
"Done." Kirk stated as the last of the preparations were carried out. Over the past couple hundred years the goa'uld had turned his ship into a temporal device. It had taken time and effort of lifetimes and now the faithful day was here.
"My Lord!" One of the other goa'uld called to him.
"What?" Kirk demanded.
"The tau'ri ship has appeared!" The goa'uld informed him.
"What?!"
A/N: Next time Round Two!
