Very Important Prisoner

"Yes, that seems like a fine destination too me." Captain Mutton said. "It looks like an US-military base."

"I have just updated the code." Michelle Small had painted a 'q' after 'A9$Br#X2' on the wall.

"Let's go. Touch the mirror." Godfrey Mutton ordered.

As soon as they crossed the mirror an alarm went off.

"Why does that always happen?" Sergeant Attwood complained.

Then multiple doors opened and armed soldiers stormed in.

"Hands up! Identify yourselves!" Their leader, a colonel according to his insignias shouted.

Corporal Small remained unfazed as she raised her hands, this part had nearly become routine to her. "Do you already know what the Quantum Mirror does?"

"We know that Nazis once came through." The Colonel replied. "We ended up having a fight."

"We are certainly not Nazis." Michelle said. "We're USAF personnel."

"The Airforce?" A Mayor muttered. "Who in your parallel universe thought it would be a good idea to place THEM in charge of Stargate travel?"

"I already hoped you weren't Nazis." The colonel went on. "As last time we saw them we left behind a nuke as farewell present on their side of the Quantum Mirror, and nukes are expensive."

"Ah, that explains why we could not find that alternate reality again when debating what to do with it." Doctor Novak noted. "Someone else already blew their mirror up."

Godrey Mutton stared at the colonel's face. "Wait, you are THE Jack O'Neil?"

"How do you know?" Colonel O'Neil looked at him with suspicion.

"In our reality you are the head of SG-1." Daniel Attwood replied.

"Me? Wouldn't it place more sense to place me in command of a combat team instead of an exploration team? Or is SG-1 a combat team in your weirdo dimension?"

"Maybe it had to do with you being placed in charge of the original mission?" Michelle speculated.

An hour later

Captain Mutton was throwing a ball at the wall of his prison cell, this was the third time in a row his 'hosts' had decided to lock him up 'just to be sure'.

He caught the ball after it bounced back.

The door opened.

"You're free." The guard said as she entered his cell.

"That was quick." Godfrey Mutton replied.

"Every one of you was interrogated apart. Your stories simply fit too well into each other to be fabricated and you know too many things about our history after World War Two those Nazis simply can't know."

"Thank you. Not that I blame you for your caution, I'd have done the same in your place."

"Whilst there were small divergences between our universes even decades ago, the difference of importance to the Stargate program happened during our first trip." She began walking through the door and gestured the captain to follow. "In our reality Daniel Jackson did not decide to isolate himself on Abydos."

Godfrey followed her through the door. "Sha're died?"

"No, they still married. However, he visited Earth from time to time, to help with such things as introducing modern medicine and agricultural techniques on Abydos in exchange for the right to mine naquadah."

"Oh."

They passed some guards in and took a turn in the hallway.

"One day he read this." She pointed at a newspaper article that hung on the wall behind glass.

He read the title. New Ancient Egyptian themed cult. Next to it stood a picture of the cult leader.

"Seth Fargough." Godfrey muttered.

"Whilst the newspaper dismissed the claims of glowing eyes and 'magical' devices made by some ex-followers, they reminded Jackson of the stories the Abydonians had told about Ra."

"So, we found Seth before we even knew about the rest of the Goa'uld?" Mutton asked as she continued underway to somewhere else.

"Yes, it was a great catch. Poorly enough we underestimated him."

"How so? Nothing catastrophic happened, I hope?"

"At first we had offered a deal; he would get to live in a golden cage in exchange for being 'cooperative'. We didn't know about his Nish'ta then."

"Let me guess, he tried to take over the government from the inside?"

"No, he realized that was impossible, you need more than a handful of brainwashed officials and officers to take over a country like the United States. He made the other Goa'uld think he conquered Earth."

The captain stared at her. He failed to see how that would benefit Seth at all.

She opened a door. On the other side Godfrey noticed a guard in a seat looking at screens filled with security footage.

Now she pointed at one of the screens. "That there is Seth."

He was seated in a golden throne in the middle of the room. Typically for a Goa'uld, his clothing betrayed both immense wealth and an awful fashion sense. His face was covered under so much makeup he looked ridiculous; he wore so much jewellery it was gaudy. Sitting in his lap was Hathor, who looked like a modern version of a courtesan.

They were surrounded by Setesh Guards dressed nearly as expensive and extravagantly as themselves. They even had back-pack shield generators which according to the sumptuary laws of the Goa'uld empire should be the privilege of Goa'uld Lords and the Jackal Gaurds, Ra's elite soldiers.

Seth and Hathor were watching a TV placed at the front of the room. They were halfway of the movie 'Battlestar Trek Wars II: The book is better'.

"The Guards surrounding him are Tok'ra posing as his Jaffa." She said. "Whenever Seth needs to go to a System Lord Summit or something, they go with him so he can't rat us out without it being his death."

"Wait, visiting Goa'uld conventions? I thought he was wanted by the System Lords?"

"No, he was only wanted by Ra, the rest cared not so much for him. To continue the story, using his Nish'ta, Seth managed to convince the Pentagon that it would be an excellent idea to pretend he had already conquered Earth, as that would prevent any other Goa'uld from attacking us. Then Seth made an overcomplicated deal with Bastet and Heru'ur wherein he would pay tribute to both if they would protect 'his domain' from the other Goa'uld and each other. Luckily for us Seth managed to convince them that Earth was a very poor planet with only a billion inhabitants, so we need to pay only very meagre tribute, even less than the SGC gains from the sale of patents."

"But then why can't you just keep Seth at Earth?" Captain Mutton wondered. "There exist many snakes who simply stay at their planet the whole time."

"Sokar." She replied. "After Ra's death he invaded in the hope of defeating the System Lords one-by-one. Whilst the System Lords had been quick to form a coalition against them, distrust and lack of coordination stopped them from stemming the tide. Thus, they believed their only chance was to elect one of their own as Supreme System Lord. Every powerful System Lord was vetoed by his rivals and thus they choose the weakest System Lord as a compromise. As Seth had already deceived them into believing 'his' planet was an unimportant backwater, he was chosen."

Captain Mutton snickered; truth could indeed be stranger than fiction. "So, you have the Supreme System Lord captured, but you can't let the other Goa'uld find out?"

"Yes." She replied. "Though it is a great boon to the Tok'ra. For every intelligence rapport Sekhet sends to the Supreme System Lord on the Tok'ra, Sokar, and the System Lords, we send a copy straight to them. This has saved many of their agents but so far the Tok'ra have forgotten to do anything in return."

"Ah, so they're the same as our own Tok'ra." Godfrey remarked.