Chapter 5
Brey'tak lay in the emergency room, clinging to life with what little strength he could muster. He could faintly hear the running of the hospital around him, and with his fuzzy vision he could make out figures moving around him, but never faces. It was too much work to try and figure out faces.
"I will break you."
Brey'tak's eyes widened in surprise. Who had spoken? How could his voice be so clear, when everything else was so faint?
"I will break you, old man." the voice said again, even clearer this time. Brey'tak looked around. He was no longer in a hospital. Brey'tak was standing at the alpha site. The carnage was unspeakable. Dead jaffa lay beside dead Tau'ri like so many knocked over chess pieces. Striker soldiers stormed the buildings, firing their plasma rifles, mercury bows, and scatter-pack grenade launchers. One grenade round landed some 30 meters from Brey'tak, in the middle of a crowd of Tau'ri warriors. The impact did little, and the soldiers thought the round was a dud. Only when the bomblets exploded did the soldiers realize their mistake, for the two seconds they had to live.
"Jaffa, ATTACK!" Brey'tak shouted, running headlong into the battle ahead of him. Pointing his staff at a nearby striker, Brey'tak fired. The superheated ball of energy smacked into the striker's chest. The striker gaped at the smoking crater in him, then, blood dripping from his mouth, dropped to the ground, still weakly trying to fight off death as long as he could. Brey'tak took aim and fired again, and again, and again. Striker after striker fell, and the other jaffa and Tau'ri rallied behind him. Brey'tak smiled inwardly. We may yet drive them back he thought. Brey'tak's group of warriors fought ruthlessly, but no matter how many strikers they took down, their numbers were thinning. A jaffa beside Brey'tak was hit by a silver streak from a mercury bow. The initial impact threw the jaffa several feet back. The point where the sliver had penetrated was visible, both because of the deep, perfectly round wound, and because of the skin that had instantly frozen around it. Brey'tak watched as the mercury poisoned the jaffa, causing him to twitch and convulse in agony before lying still.
A stark laugh came from behind several strikers. Brey'tak watched in puzzlement as the line parted, and the strikers moved away to other parts of the battle, leaving just one man. Brey'tak and his small gathering, whose numbers now stood at ten, were staring at just one man, all dressed in black, with bright purple hair. He pulled something out of his pocket, and pressed it into his arm. The man smiled sinisterly as a bright, purple- red light surrounded him, then he put one arm straight out, and waved on Brey'tak's group.
"Take him out!" One Tau'ri soldier yelled, bringing his rifle up to his arm and firing. The man in black dodged the bullets seemingly effortlessly. It was as if he was standing in the way, then he just suddenly wasn't there, he was ten feet to the left. Brey'tak and his men charged, Tau'ri soldiers firing their rifles along the way. No one could hit him. The man simply moved too fast. He moved up to one soldier, who was still trying, and failing to hit him from just a few feet away. The man grabbed the soldiers' arm and twisted, wrenching the rifle from his grip. The man then jumped up, doing a half flip and while he was upside down, grabbed the soldiers' head. The man landed on his knees on the other side, pulling the soldier back and down. Then the man jerked his hands, and the soldiers' neck could be heard snapping like a dry twig.
One by one, Brey'tak's warriors went down. At one point, the man took out three people simultaneously. Swinging around a Tau'ri warriors' neck like a pole, the man kicked one jaffa in the head, shattering his skull, and kicked another in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards. The jaffa fell back with enough force that he impaled himself on a sharp, pointed rock. After only seconds, Brey'tak was the only one remaining. He stood with his head held high, clenching his hands over his staff calmly.
The man, no longer glowing, but still looking just as dangerous, smiled his sinister sneer. "I will break you, old man."
Brey'tak lunged, swinging hard and precise with his staff. But the man was too quick, he ducked the swing, and then used his momentum in a spinning kick that hit Brey'tak in the arm and threw the staff out of his hands. Brey'tak looked grimly at his arm. It wasn't broken, but it was probably sprained. He lunged again, faking a punch with his good arm. The man went for the fake, and in doing so, left his whole left side open. Brey'tak threw a quick kick, aimed for the kidneys. Even with such a lead, Brey'tak wasn't fast enough. Moving back across, the man grabbed Brey'tak's leg and lifted it a little, throwing Brey'tak off balance. While Brey'tak was trying to recover, the man lifting his other arm, and brought his elbow down as hard as he could on Brey'tak's knee, shattering it like glass. Brey'tak, despite his resolve, screamed in agony. The man delivered blow after blow to Brey'tak's midsection, breaking bones and damaging organs. Finally, he dropped Brey'tak. Brey'tak lay in a heap, struggling to maintain consciousness.
The man leaned down, so his face was mere inches away. Brey'tak could smell his breath, the faint aroma of sweat, and the evil that hung over the man like a cloud. How could someone who is not a Goa'uld be so evil, Brey'tak thought faintly. "Hey, listen!" the man sneered. "I'm going to let you live. Tell them what I did here." With that, he motioned for a striker. "Take him to the Stargate," he barked "and throw him through."
As Brey'tak felt the striker heave him up, he heard one last thing the man said, before slipping into unconsciousness. "Oh, and old man, tell my sister I'm coming for her."
"How is he, doc?" O'Neill asked worriedly.
Frasier shook her head. "He has massive internal injuries. He has five broken ribs, a ruptured lung, a shattered knee, and a lot of internal bleeding. His symbiote and I are doing everything we can, but it's too soon to say if he will survive yet."
Teal'c looked over at Brey'tak, who was shaking and moving a little. "Doctor, why is Master Brey'tak moving even as he sleeps?"
"Teal'c, Brey'tak has undergone a very traumatic experience. A common occurrence is to relive it afterwards. We believe that Brey'tak is reliving his experience at the alpha site."
Just as Frasier said that, Brey'tak moaned, "He is coming, tell her he is coming!" then he collapsed into deeper sleep.
"Man, something scared the hell out of him." Jonas murmured, obviously shaken by the display. "What could instill that kind of fear in a man like Brey'tak?"
Konoko shifted her weight on the wall behind her, looking darkly at nothing in particular. "My brother could," she whispered.
~~~~~~~ In the spirit on Oni, a dream chapter! Will Brey'tak survive? Found out soon! And please R&R. BTW, special thanks to Johan and Katie B. Your support is appreciated!
Brey'tak lay in the emergency room, clinging to life with what little strength he could muster. He could faintly hear the running of the hospital around him, and with his fuzzy vision he could make out figures moving around him, but never faces. It was too much work to try and figure out faces.
"I will break you."
Brey'tak's eyes widened in surprise. Who had spoken? How could his voice be so clear, when everything else was so faint?
"I will break you, old man." the voice said again, even clearer this time. Brey'tak looked around. He was no longer in a hospital. Brey'tak was standing at the alpha site. The carnage was unspeakable. Dead jaffa lay beside dead Tau'ri like so many knocked over chess pieces. Striker soldiers stormed the buildings, firing their plasma rifles, mercury bows, and scatter-pack grenade launchers. One grenade round landed some 30 meters from Brey'tak, in the middle of a crowd of Tau'ri warriors. The impact did little, and the soldiers thought the round was a dud. Only when the bomblets exploded did the soldiers realize their mistake, for the two seconds they had to live.
"Jaffa, ATTACK!" Brey'tak shouted, running headlong into the battle ahead of him. Pointing his staff at a nearby striker, Brey'tak fired. The superheated ball of energy smacked into the striker's chest. The striker gaped at the smoking crater in him, then, blood dripping from his mouth, dropped to the ground, still weakly trying to fight off death as long as he could. Brey'tak took aim and fired again, and again, and again. Striker after striker fell, and the other jaffa and Tau'ri rallied behind him. Brey'tak smiled inwardly. We may yet drive them back he thought. Brey'tak's group of warriors fought ruthlessly, but no matter how many strikers they took down, their numbers were thinning. A jaffa beside Brey'tak was hit by a silver streak from a mercury bow. The initial impact threw the jaffa several feet back. The point where the sliver had penetrated was visible, both because of the deep, perfectly round wound, and because of the skin that had instantly frozen around it. Brey'tak watched as the mercury poisoned the jaffa, causing him to twitch and convulse in agony before lying still.
A stark laugh came from behind several strikers. Brey'tak watched in puzzlement as the line parted, and the strikers moved away to other parts of the battle, leaving just one man. Brey'tak and his small gathering, whose numbers now stood at ten, were staring at just one man, all dressed in black, with bright purple hair. He pulled something out of his pocket, and pressed it into his arm. The man smiled sinisterly as a bright, purple- red light surrounded him, then he put one arm straight out, and waved on Brey'tak's group.
"Take him out!" One Tau'ri soldier yelled, bringing his rifle up to his arm and firing. The man in black dodged the bullets seemingly effortlessly. It was as if he was standing in the way, then he just suddenly wasn't there, he was ten feet to the left. Brey'tak and his men charged, Tau'ri soldiers firing their rifles along the way. No one could hit him. The man simply moved too fast. He moved up to one soldier, who was still trying, and failing to hit him from just a few feet away. The man grabbed the soldiers' arm and twisted, wrenching the rifle from his grip. The man then jumped up, doing a half flip and while he was upside down, grabbed the soldiers' head. The man landed on his knees on the other side, pulling the soldier back and down. Then the man jerked his hands, and the soldiers' neck could be heard snapping like a dry twig.
One by one, Brey'tak's warriors went down. At one point, the man took out three people simultaneously. Swinging around a Tau'ri warriors' neck like a pole, the man kicked one jaffa in the head, shattering his skull, and kicked another in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards. The jaffa fell back with enough force that he impaled himself on a sharp, pointed rock. After only seconds, Brey'tak was the only one remaining. He stood with his head held high, clenching his hands over his staff calmly.
The man, no longer glowing, but still looking just as dangerous, smiled his sinister sneer. "I will break you, old man."
Brey'tak lunged, swinging hard and precise with his staff. But the man was too quick, he ducked the swing, and then used his momentum in a spinning kick that hit Brey'tak in the arm and threw the staff out of his hands. Brey'tak looked grimly at his arm. It wasn't broken, but it was probably sprained. He lunged again, faking a punch with his good arm. The man went for the fake, and in doing so, left his whole left side open. Brey'tak threw a quick kick, aimed for the kidneys. Even with such a lead, Brey'tak wasn't fast enough. Moving back across, the man grabbed Brey'tak's leg and lifted it a little, throwing Brey'tak off balance. While Brey'tak was trying to recover, the man lifting his other arm, and brought his elbow down as hard as he could on Brey'tak's knee, shattering it like glass. Brey'tak, despite his resolve, screamed in agony. The man delivered blow after blow to Brey'tak's midsection, breaking bones and damaging organs. Finally, he dropped Brey'tak. Brey'tak lay in a heap, struggling to maintain consciousness.
The man leaned down, so his face was mere inches away. Brey'tak could smell his breath, the faint aroma of sweat, and the evil that hung over the man like a cloud. How could someone who is not a Goa'uld be so evil, Brey'tak thought faintly. "Hey, listen!" the man sneered. "I'm going to let you live. Tell them what I did here." With that, he motioned for a striker. "Take him to the Stargate," he barked "and throw him through."
As Brey'tak felt the striker heave him up, he heard one last thing the man said, before slipping into unconsciousness. "Oh, and old man, tell my sister I'm coming for her."
"How is he, doc?" O'Neill asked worriedly.
Frasier shook her head. "He has massive internal injuries. He has five broken ribs, a ruptured lung, a shattered knee, and a lot of internal bleeding. His symbiote and I are doing everything we can, but it's too soon to say if he will survive yet."
Teal'c looked over at Brey'tak, who was shaking and moving a little. "Doctor, why is Master Brey'tak moving even as he sleeps?"
"Teal'c, Brey'tak has undergone a very traumatic experience. A common occurrence is to relive it afterwards. We believe that Brey'tak is reliving his experience at the alpha site."
Just as Frasier said that, Brey'tak moaned, "He is coming, tell her he is coming!" then he collapsed into deeper sleep.
"Man, something scared the hell out of him." Jonas murmured, obviously shaken by the display. "What could instill that kind of fear in a man like Brey'tak?"
Konoko shifted her weight on the wall behind her, looking darkly at nothing in particular. "My brother could," she whispered.
~~~~~~~ In the spirit on Oni, a dream chapter! Will Brey'tak survive? Found out soon! And please R&R. BTW, special thanks to Johan and Katie B. Your support is appreciated!