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Chapter Eight : The Flip Of The Coin
Kinsey glared at the guard outside of his cell. Yes, a cell. He couldn't believe it. They had put him in a cell. "I can't believe the Nerve of these people. Don't you realize who I am!" he growled at the guard his eyes narrowing. He would never have been treated like this back on Earth. Okay, Russia was a different story, but that hadn't been his fault. Nothing was ever his fault. "What can I do to get a decent room around here?" he asked holding his head high. The room wasn't that bad, besides having the toilet in the same room it was actually quite comfortable. Kinsey though liked to complain. "Can I get another blanket at least?" he asked. The guard kept his back to him, but was silently mimicking him to make the guard across from him smile. "The service around here is terrible. If we were back on my planet, I'd have you fired," he told them throwing his shoulders back. "What are you laughing at!" he demanded of the guard across from him as his eyes narrowed to slits. The guard raised an eyebrow, smirked, and then returned to having a blank face. "That's what I thought," Kinsey smirked before starting to pace. Yes, he liked to complain and to plot.
Karug watched Samantha with a raised eyebrow. He actually liked her spunk. Oh, there was no way he'd ever say it out loud, but still. The other lieutenants would laugh at him, though they probably felt the same. She was beautiful in a deadly way. He would never bed her, or even take her out for dinner, but arguing with her, holding her in the palm of his hand, that he could do and happily. He tilted his head as her blue eyes met his amber ones. He let his gaze rest on the wall behind her head, letting her have her moment of inner turmoil. "If you don't get me Dr. Jackson," he paused letting the silence hang in the air, "then I will keep one of your children for myself and sell the other to the highest bidding mercenary. See, I'm not the nicest guy in the world, and you destroyed one of my kassa plantations a few years back. Revenge has been a long time coming, and its ready for the first tasty strike." He didn't really want her to give in. If she gave in it would mean she was getting soft, and if she was getting soft then a great era was ending. He didn't really want that...no one did.
Jarin pulled the silk covers over Haylana's shoulders and kissed her forehead. For a few moments he simply watched her sleep. Being the over-lord had its perks, he had the best of everything, but things had not always been this way. When he was six he had been sold to mercenaries so that his family could eat. He accepted that now, he understood the necessity for his sisters and parents to eat. He walked quietly over to the large glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony. The view was beautiful. It was sunset and the colors that sprawled across the sky blended in like a continuous bracelet. There seemed to be no beginning and no end. He felt the light breeze as it tugged at his hair and created a magical melody as it whispered through the leaves of the nearby trees. The view of the ocean was his favorite though. The crests would rise and then fall in a never ending dance. He drew in a calming breath and stared up as the first star appeared. He had saved Haylana. Three planets for a birthday present were outrageous. It was a beautiful gift, yes, but the man only saw his daughter once a year. He was trying to buy her favor, and it enraged him. How could a father, any father, sink so low? He leaned against the blue-gray wall and closed his eyes. Things should have been different from the start.
Yowleth had made many mistakes in his life. He admitted that to himself. He had an image though. He was zatproof. He was king of his stars. All he had to do was say one word and people were grovelling at his feet. He had been brought up by enemies. He had been forced to be strong, to hate all around him, to plot, and to plan. Those had been his games. The hiss of the sword and the twang of the bow had been his lullabies. Battle plans and strategy and tactic meetings had been his goodnight stories. He was powerful. He knew this. The over-lord knew this. Everyone knew this. The blue haired woman had undone him though. There was something about her that had compromised his very being. After that one night stand she had disappeared back into the night. He hadn't even known he had a daughter until he had received word by Ardell. Last Dren he had learned that Ardell was his flings sister. Things had progressed after that. He had gotten both sisters to work for him, he had arranged to see his daughter once a year, and his planets were thriving under his rule. Then Jarin had struck. Yowleth growled, cursing the man with a hatred that could be felt throughout his kingdom. He had stolen Haylana and killed all the guards and people that had been with her. He had destroyed an entire planet for her. Yowleth slammed his fist against the arm of his thrown glowering at the far wall with loathing. Jarin would die for his cheek, and he would laugh as the man cried for mercy, for he would cry for it in the end. Yowleth was certain, oh yes, he could just hear the cries now.
Daniel exchange a worried glance with Cam as the Al'kesh began to beep. "What does that mean?" he asked the others, hoping it wasn't life support failing or some other crucial thing failing. It had happened to many times before. He shuddered with the memory, watching Vala tap a button on the 'dashboard' of the ship. His eyebrows clutched together as he saw parking directions. "Are those what I think they are?"
"Yes Daniel. You three act as if you've never heard of directions. Simple and easy, that's what I always say," Vala flashed them her best smile as she motioned at Teal'c. "Well Muscles, how about it? They're simple directions, just ease in and they'll think we're whoever we say we are." Vala watched the boys give her a questioning statement. "I use to work here," she told them looking over her shoulder as she watched the planet for any out of place signs.
"That explains everything," Cam said with a sigh. Running a hand through his hair he glanced at his team. He missed Sam, they all did. It wasn't everyday that one of his team went missing, especially one of the originals. The odd thing was, he didn't feel out of place. Once he had finally gotten 'the band' back together, everything had fallen into place. It was as if the crucial pieces to a puzzle had been taken out and hid, and once found and placed back, the picture was beautiful. "Jackson you're with me," he quipped. He paused and looked around at the Al'kesh. "Teal'c you going to be alright here?" Teal'c watched him for a moment and then sighed, "Indeed." Cam smiled. Hopefully, this would work. If it didn't, then it was up to plan B. He just wasn't sure what plan B was yet.
Jack stepped onto the planet and immediately his eyes looking for trouble. Old habits die hard. He sighed, allowing himself to think on what he had agreed to. He now had to work with the woman who had helped to capture him. He hated being choice-less. He looked at Dayzil with new eyes. She had been right. If it was his daughter, he'd want to get her back at any cost too. He watched as people strolled by him and the blue haired woman and wondered if he'd ever see Sam again. He knew she was alive. How he knew, he didn't know, but he just knew. "Be safe Sam," he whispered to the air.
"Did you say something Earthling?" Dayzil asked keeping her attention ahead of her.
"Yeah, I'm hungry."
"There's always Kassa," she tossed back with a wild smile.
"Yeah, I'll pass," he replied keeping his eyes out for anything out of the ordinary.
"Come on. We need to go down Sotling. It'll get us to the Hiron Inn. There, Earthling, we can pick up some information."
"I'm sure we can," he said a bit sarcastic, "Lead on Alien."
"Lean on Indeed," she muttered under her breath as they walked down the road toward the Inn and a new day.
There's Chapter Eight. I hope you enjoyed. Please Review! I'll post the next chap. as soon as I can.
