After the Incident (before Doctor Jackson's Interview)

"When a storm starts there is something almost tangible in the air. Perhaps you feel it on your skin or it comes in the pitter patter of the building rain or the updraft in the wind. It just seems to grab at your nerves and your senses. Shakes you around and there is NOTHING you can do about it except ride it out and be ready for when it hits. When the Goa'uld opened up the first salvo there was nothing we could do. We dived for cover and watched as friends, people who we have been close to turn into our worst nightmare. Guns were being pulled with bullets and Zat blasts flying everywhere and everyone was ducking for cover in the middle of a base lockdown. People were dying or getting injured by their friends. It was unadulterated chaos! Sir, there's nothing we could have done to prevent this was there? I mean there was nothing we could have done differently?" Shock rolled off the disturbed Chief Master Sargent Harriman. Woolsey lifted his head from his note taking and looked at the man. For once he did not have an eloquent or easy answer.

Before the Incident

"Incoming wormhole!" The kawoosh belched and kicked against the large titanium iris leaving its traditional blue glow working against the back of the gate room and everywhere else flashed with the red of alarm lights. Walter's voice cut through the speakers of the base like an impending sport result being announced. Everyone tensed for a second and training cut in. Marines took their positions in the gate room, General Landry appeared and some of SG-1 followed swiftly behind their guests long forgotten.

Landry looked to Walter and immediately the master sergeant knew what question was about to be asked and he answered it before it was vocalised. "No IDC sir." Walter had been in the SGC for many years and so he knew what that meant and he knew the face that came with it. The next orders would be swift and time could only tell who or what could be moved around like chess pieces on a board. What Walter Harriman had not expected was the chaos that followed. Suddenly two members of SG-1 became their worst nightmare. Vala Mal Doran and Daniel Jackson's eyes glowed and pulled out what looked to be small Goa'uld ring lasers which appeared to have been hiding in their BDU linings. Outside of the control room chaos had erupted and nothing except the rattle of gunfire and zat blasts could be heard. Mitchell and Teal'c were looking for an opportunity to tackle the pair but they kept getting pinned down by laser fire from the pair. The enclosed space making it difficult to carry out any particular kinds of manoeuvres.

As the chaos reigned down on the SGC, General Jack O'Neill arrived into the control room. "Daniel! Vala! C'mon Daniel why are you shootin' off in here?" Daniels eyes glowed again and Jack's eyes bulged in shock. The smile that crossed the usually friendly archaeologist's face was cruel as he shoved a gun at the head of General Landry. "I'm sorry Daniel Jackson is not available to take possession of his body at the moment. This host will not be available to take this life back again. You however" His gun pointed to Jack "will order this man to dial an address of my choosing. If you wish no further harm to those on the base I suggest you do so now. My brethren will be joining us shortly. I can stop the violence here". His last sentence had the echo of Daniel in it and Jack's heart broke. Of all the people the snakeheads had to choose it was the one person who knew the most and had the gentlest of spirits. Vala he could almost understand but Daniel? He turned to Walter who had been hiding under his desk. "Do it." Jacks voice was soft and brittle.

"Sir?" Walter hesitated

"Just do it chief." Again Jack couldn't bring himself to make a crack or say anything significant. The day had just gone south and for once Jack couldn't figure out how they were going to get it to go north again. Jack knew that the self-destruct should have been instigated but the attack had been swift and there hadn't been enough time to get to the computers. Some of the other staff may have gotten to it but there was no way to check. The 'sleepers' had the personnel sequestered from the control room in a corner and they weren't planning to stay. The 'Goa'uld' teams consisted of members of the SGC such SF's, SG's 1,3,20,7 and some of the scientific staff. The gate opened and one by one the sleeper cell slipped into the gate room and disappeared.

Immediately Sam jumped onto the computer followed by Walter Harriman and they started a complete gate diagnostic. Medical staff could be seen flitting here and there around the control room and Jack and Hank were beyond angry. They'd just been attacked on their own base and had their shorts pulled up over their eyeballs. They'd been wedgied by the Goa'uld and it had been spectacularly done. There was one small slight problem. There was still a sleeper left on the base and in her cell she'd been woken and the guards there had had to restrain her. That left one other consequence – the Tok'ra. An SF came to his side and grabbed Hank's attention. "What?" he barked. The SF looked nervous. "Sir, it's the two members of the Tok'ra sir."

"Report Sargent!" Hank was really not in the mood for their whining right now. In fact he had a few choice words for them.

"Sir the Tok'ra have been killed sir and it looks like it was by one of us." Jack didn't look surprised by this and from the looks that Sam had been slipping him, neither was she. He listened as Hank chose a few choice colourful curses to describe how he felt about this – professionalism was definitely on his mind at that moment in time. Jack didn't say anything. Hank was in command here for the moment and Jack had calls to make. He nodded to Hank and walked silently away. There was for the moment nothing else to say. When he looked back he saw Cameron and Teal'c listening to orders and getting ready to carry them out. 'I'm getting too old for this crap! When Danny gets back I want to retire.' Jack thought tiredly. So Jack headed to the one place he could Daniel's Office. He couldn't think if anywhere else to go or anything else to say.

Pallas waited at the gate and watched as the new council of system lords walked through. 'Now the work can begin as instructed.' She watched as some of the 'scientists' were escorted to their chambers to be prepared for their roles in rebuilding the Goa'uld empire some of whom had the ancient gene. This was not who she was waiting for. What was once SG3 Ruby was now Nirrti she bowed gracefully, Bastet followed shortly after, An Asian captain from SG7 was now taking up his role as Lord Yu, the nest few included Ba'als and Cronus's replacements. It wsa however the last two through the gate she was most interested in. Qestesh came through haughty and pleased. She stopped by Pallas. "At least my dear we have managed to complete our task well. You certainly hid that one from me." Pallas looked at her with disdain. "Qetesh you have earned this position at our sufferance. We had a bargain and now I am honouring it. How much longer you remain to be of use is entirely up to you. If you wish to return to being your former host, I am sure that can be arranged." Qetesh's eyes narrowed and she smiled. "That will not be necessary. I will leave you now to dress much more suitably." Pallas maintained her disdain until Qetesh left. She looked to the gate and the person who stood at it. Whilst he was in body Daniel Jackson she knew that after the work on his mental defences he was no longer in spirit the man she had worked on all those many months ago. There was very few ways to bring that person back. She bowed deeply and placed her knees on the ground in fealty to her lord. "My lord Anubis, I am pleased to welcome you back to the land of the living. How may be of service?" Blue eyes rested on her. "Rise my queen, we have much work ahead of us." Pallas looked at him and smiled.