"So you really think this Goa'uld Anta is the one who's being a pain
in the ass around here?"
Jonas looked up from the books and notes; frustrated at the constant interruptions and distractions the Colonel was extremely good at providing. He sighed quietly, rubbed his eyes, and said, "It's very likely. Why else would she have projected an image of Hathor... her mother."
Jack was silent for a moment; in quiet contemplation of the explanation he had just been provided with, before muttering, "Okay, good point."
Before Jonas could get settled back into his usual research routine again, Jack's voice distracted him again, and he looked up, a little impatiently.
"How come the cleanup team were able to pick up the dead spiders if they were just holograms?"
Jonas glanced at him, noting the curiousity on the Colonel's face, and responded, "Major Carter says they were probably interactive holograms, created by Anta to be able to climb up walls, on people, and be picked up."
"Okay," O'Neill mumbled, falling silent.
Jonas shook his head at O'Neill's constant questions, and then settled back into his research.
After about five minutes of solid reading, he brightened a little at the possibility of having found something useful.
"Ah," he mumbled, and then spoke louder as he continued; "it says here that Anta is very similar in appearance to her mother. Red fiery hair, and an evil gaze. She is clad in gold, and always carries a hand-device. Her malice is identical to that of her father's, and many who have crossed her path intent on destroying her were never seen nor heard of again."
"Oh, there's a cheery thought," O'Neill grumbled cynically.
Jonas looked the Colonel in the eye, and cocked his head. "But if she's exactly like her mother, then why doesn't she just come out and try to brainwash everyone like Hathor did originally?"
O'Neill shrugged. "Because that was a lame plan. Only men were affected, and that's not including Teal'c." After a quiet moment, he added, "God, am I glad she's dead."
"You were the one who killed her, right?" Jonas asked, turning a page in his book.
O'Neill nodded proudly. "Well, somebody had to get rid of her. She was seriously starting to-"
At that point in time, there was a small noise from the corner of Jonas' office, similar to that of an object falling to the ground.
O'Neill rose instantly from the table, and scooped up the TER he had thought to take from the armoury.
Jonas stood, watching the Colonel scan the room, finally deactivating the device when he found that they were indeed alone.
O'Neill let out a deep breath, and glanced back at Jonas. With a shrug, he sat down again.
Jonas followed suit, albeit a little more warily than the Colonel.
* * *
Sam groaned in exhaustion, and rubbed her eyes hard, waiting for the colours to stop their little dance before she could clearly concentrate on her work again. The devices were more advanced than she had first thought, and she had had a tough job just penetrating their shell.
So far, the little critters had just managed to give her a cracking headache, one she wanted to be rid of immediately.
Standing from her desk in her lab, she headed out of the room, and moved on her way to the infirmary.
On the way she almost bumped into O'Neill.
"Colonel," she said, slightly startled, "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."
"Quite alright, Carter. So, how are you getting on with your new toys?"
She groaned again, rubbing her temples as she led the way to the infirmary. "Not too well. So far, all I know is that they project holograms. Right now, I can't give you anymore than that, sir."
"That's okay. That's quite enough information for me," he told her with a wan smile.
As they walked, she remembered when she had last seen the Colonel, and just where he had been headed. "I thought you were with Jonas."
"Oh, I was," O'Neill confirmed, "but he was getting a little angry because I kept talking to him."
Sam smiled then, and opened the door to the infirmary, stepping inside.
* * *
He stared at the sling on his desk after having removed it almost ten minutes ago, shortly after the Colonel had left the room. So far, his shoulder wasn't giving him too much hassle.
He knew to be careful though... Doctor's orders. If he were to aggravate it too much he would dislocate it again... apparently.
Jonas sighed loudly, restlessly, yet somehow still tired, and flicked the pages in his book.
Just before he was about to turn a page, he caught a glimpse of a diagram, and he turned back to it, staring long and hard at it. It illustrated a statue, tall and graceful, reaching high into the air above large slender buildings. It showed a woman, her hand held out, palm flat and raised to face an opponent... or so it seemed.
Furrowing his brow, he remembered the description of Anta. He was looking at a statue of her now.
But where was the planet? And why did they have a statue of her in amongst buildings not of Goa'uld design?
Then he recognised something rather unsettling. A tall building of about twenty floors, with a beautifully finished surface, and large wide windows looking out over the rest of the city, and down on the people that milled around below.
Jonas' eyes went wide.
Alosha.
* * *
Teal'c allowed his eyes to close, feeling the soothing warmth flow from the candle flames to light the room. He could not permit himself to continue this mission without a successful kelnoreem.
Sitting perfectly still on the floor, he let his mind empty, his body relax, and his breathing slow to a peaceful rate of relaxation and meditation.
But his peace was short lived, for shortly after he had drifted into full kelnoreem, images flashed into his mind that troubled him greatly.
He opened his eyes just as the alarm for activation of the Stargate began blaring through the base. Teal'c shot to his feet, and ran as fast as his legs would carry him to the control room, where very few people were located.
Major Carter was the only other member of SG-1 present, and she was staring into the deactivating Stargate.
"Major Carter, what has transpired here?" he asked, looking around at the dazed people who began to appear, O'Neill and Hammond included.
"I have no idea. I left the room for a minute to get myself a cup of coffee, and when I came back, the Gate had been opened for PP9-843."
Teal'c's eyes travelled around the small crowd of people, as he asked suddenly, "Where is Jonas Quinn?"
Jonas looked up from the books and notes; frustrated at the constant interruptions and distractions the Colonel was extremely good at providing. He sighed quietly, rubbed his eyes, and said, "It's very likely. Why else would she have projected an image of Hathor... her mother."
Jack was silent for a moment; in quiet contemplation of the explanation he had just been provided with, before muttering, "Okay, good point."
Before Jonas could get settled back into his usual research routine again, Jack's voice distracted him again, and he looked up, a little impatiently.
"How come the cleanup team were able to pick up the dead spiders if they were just holograms?"
Jonas glanced at him, noting the curiousity on the Colonel's face, and responded, "Major Carter says they were probably interactive holograms, created by Anta to be able to climb up walls, on people, and be picked up."
"Okay," O'Neill mumbled, falling silent.
Jonas shook his head at O'Neill's constant questions, and then settled back into his research.
After about five minutes of solid reading, he brightened a little at the possibility of having found something useful.
"Ah," he mumbled, and then spoke louder as he continued; "it says here that Anta is very similar in appearance to her mother. Red fiery hair, and an evil gaze. She is clad in gold, and always carries a hand-device. Her malice is identical to that of her father's, and many who have crossed her path intent on destroying her were never seen nor heard of again."
"Oh, there's a cheery thought," O'Neill grumbled cynically.
Jonas looked the Colonel in the eye, and cocked his head. "But if she's exactly like her mother, then why doesn't she just come out and try to brainwash everyone like Hathor did originally?"
O'Neill shrugged. "Because that was a lame plan. Only men were affected, and that's not including Teal'c." After a quiet moment, he added, "God, am I glad she's dead."
"You were the one who killed her, right?" Jonas asked, turning a page in his book.
O'Neill nodded proudly. "Well, somebody had to get rid of her. She was seriously starting to-"
At that point in time, there was a small noise from the corner of Jonas' office, similar to that of an object falling to the ground.
O'Neill rose instantly from the table, and scooped up the TER he had thought to take from the armoury.
Jonas stood, watching the Colonel scan the room, finally deactivating the device when he found that they were indeed alone.
O'Neill let out a deep breath, and glanced back at Jonas. With a shrug, he sat down again.
Jonas followed suit, albeit a little more warily than the Colonel.
* * *
Sam groaned in exhaustion, and rubbed her eyes hard, waiting for the colours to stop their little dance before she could clearly concentrate on her work again. The devices were more advanced than she had first thought, and she had had a tough job just penetrating their shell.
So far, the little critters had just managed to give her a cracking headache, one she wanted to be rid of immediately.
Standing from her desk in her lab, she headed out of the room, and moved on her way to the infirmary.
On the way she almost bumped into O'Neill.
"Colonel," she said, slightly startled, "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."
"Quite alright, Carter. So, how are you getting on with your new toys?"
She groaned again, rubbing her temples as she led the way to the infirmary. "Not too well. So far, all I know is that they project holograms. Right now, I can't give you anymore than that, sir."
"That's okay. That's quite enough information for me," he told her with a wan smile.
As they walked, she remembered when she had last seen the Colonel, and just where he had been headed. "I thought you were with Jonas."
"Oh, I was," O'Neill confirmed, "but he was getting a little angry because I kept talking to him."
Sam smiled then, and opened the door to the infirmary, stepping inside.
* * *
He stared at the sling on his desk after having removed it almost ten minutes ago, shortly after the Colonel had left the room. So far, his shoulder wasn't giving him too much hassle.
He knew to be careful though... Doctor's orders. If he were to aggravate it too much he would dislocate it again... apparently.
Jonas sighed loudly, restlessly, yet somehow still tired, and flicked the pages in his book.
Just before he was about to turn a page, he caught a glimpse of a diagram, and he turned back to it, staring long and hard at it. It illustrated a statue, tall and graceful, reaching high into the air above large slender buildings. It showed a woman, her hand held out, palm flat and raised to face an opponent... or so it seemed.
Furrowing his brow, he remembered the description of Anta. He was looking at a statue of her now.
But where was the planet? And why did they have a statue of her in amongst buildings not of Goa'uld design?
Then he recognised something rather unsettling. A tall building of about twenty floors, with a beautifully finished surface, and large wide windows looking out over the rest of the city, and down on the people that milled around below.
Jonas' eyes went wide.
Alosha.
* * *
Teal'c allowed his eyes to close, feeling the soothing warmth flow from the candle flames to light the room. He could not permit himself to continue this mission without a successful kelnoreem.
Sitting perfectly still on the floor, he let his mind empty, his body relax, and his breathing slow to a peaceful rate of relaxation and meditation.
But his peace was short lived, for shortly after he had drifted into full kelnoreem, images flashed into his mind that troubled him greatly.
He opened his eyes just as the alarm for activation of the Stargate began blaring through the base. Teal'c shot to his feet, and ran as fast as his legs would carry him to the control room, where very few people were located.
Major Carter was the only other member of SG-1 present, and she was staring into the deactivating Stargate.
"Major Carter, what has transpired here?" he asked, looking around at the dazed people who began to appear, O'Neill and Hammond included.
"I have no idea. I left the room for a minute to get myself a cup of coffee, and when I came back, the Gate had been opened for PP9-843."
Teal'c's eyes travelled around the small crowd of people, as he asked suddenly, "Where is Jonas Quinn?"