The slave walked quietly down the corridor flanked by two muscled Jaffa
carrying staff weapons. The Jaffa wore flowing robes and the mark of
Bastet on their foreheads. "Aray Kree!" a voice called.
The Jaffa stopped and the slave cringed. "Why are you here?" the voice demanded.
The voice belonged to two of Morrigan's Jaffa. They wore her mark on their foreheads along with leather breeches and sleeveless tunics. One of Bastet's Jaffa stepped forward. "We are looking for the Jaffa that escorted us here, for the Goddess Bastet." He said.
"Kali's Jaffa will not get within a step of this corridor." The Jaffa sneered.
Suddenly the slave looked up, and brought her hands up so he could see them. In it she held a Zat'n'ktel or zat gun. She blasted the lead Jaffa, while the others fired their own weapons. The Jaffa fell. "Grab their uniforms!" the slave said.
One of the Jaffa glared at her, before the other put a hand on his arm. "Jack . . . " he warned.
The Jaffa nodded, and soon grabbed the Jaffa's clothes. The slave quickly hit each body with a blast from her weapon, causing them to disappear as if they were never there. "Let's get back." She said.
* * *
Meanwhile in the serving room, the Goddess Bastet was very angry. Her eyes flashed white, and she stepped closer to the mere Jaffa who was disobeying her. "Listen to me, Hassac!" she snarled at him, using a Goa'uld insult. "I want to see the Jaffa who brought me here, and I want to see him now!"
"But Honored One, I cannot leave my post." The Jaffa protested.
"Kree tall, Jaffa!" Bastet growled, and began to raise her arm.
Light glinted off a Goa'uld hand device, and the Jaffa cringed. Unnoticed behind him, two men slipped past on silent feet, dressed in the uniform of Morrigan's Jaffa. Behind Bastet, the cringing Jaffa heard the sound of weapons being charged.
"Honored One, can I be of service?" a voice asked behind her.
The Jaffa whirled and lowered their weapons. "Jaffa!" Bastet snapped. "Kree!"
The Jaffa discharged their weapons, but kept a careful eye on the Jaffa. One of the Jaffa grabbed the cringing man from behind everyone, and shoved him forward. "This, Hassac," Bastet said, emphasizing the insult, "did not obey me."
"And I am deeply sorry for that, Honored One." Said the Jaffa, and sent the cringing man a glare. The man fled.
"What did you wish to know?" he continued.
"How long do you propose to keep us here?" Bastet demanded, waving her hand at her surroundings.
"Honored Kali just wanted - "
Bastet cut him off. "How long?!" she demanded.
"Another half an hour at most, Honored One." He replied.
"All done." Whispered a voice in Bastet's ear.
"Very well." Bastet snapped. "I will be in my rooms."
The Jaffa bowed, and as he did, the two men slipped past him and around the corner to Bastet's quarters. When he rose, Bastet stalked past him, and followed them.
* * *
The door closed behind her, and the two Jaffa shifted back in position to guard the door. "Can you hear us?" a voice asked in one ear.
"Indeed." Said one.
"Good." The voice replied.
* * *
Back inside the room, Bastet slumped down on the bed. "Rya'c and Scott can here us." She said. "Did you do it?"
Jack grinned. "Two of Morrigan's Jaffa have disappeared without a trace, and two of Svarog's are dead - one with the scrap of tunic from one of Morrigan's Jaffa in his hand."
"That should make things interesting in the next meeting." Cassandra said.
Daniel turned to Catherine. "What should we do, while you are in there?" he asked.
"I want Jack and Rya'c to guard the door to the meeting room - just in case." She said. "Cassandra will be with me, and I want the rest of you to see if you can create anymore problems for our friends."
"Of course." Daniel said.
At that moment Scott's voice whispered into their ears. "We've got company."
Catherine immediately stretched out on the bed and grabbed a golden goblet from the table next to her. Sam and Cassandra took their places on the floor near her, and Jack and Daniel took their places near her, ready to defend.
"Forgive me for interrupting, Honored One." It was their friendly 'escort'. "But Honored Kali wishes your presence in the meeting room."
"Very well." Said Bastet in her inhuman voice.
She thrust her goblet into the hand of one of her slaves and pointed at the other. "Come with me." She snapped.
The slave got meekly to her feet and followed her mistress.
The Jaffa stopped and the slave cringed. "Why are you here?" the voice demanded.
The voice belonged to two of Morrigan's Jaffa. They wore her mark on their foreheads along with leather breeches and sleeveless tunics. One of Bastet's Jaffa stepped forward. "We are looking for the Jaffa that escorted us here, for the Goddess Bastet." He said.
"Kali's Jaffa will not get within a step of this corridor." The Jaffa sneered.
Suddenly the slave looked up, and brought her hands up so he could see them. In it she held a Zat'n'ktel or zat gun. She blasted the lead Jaffa, while the others fired their own weapons. The Jaffa fell. "Grab their uniforms!" the slave said.
One of the Jaffa glared at her, before the other put a hand on his arm. "Jack . . . " he warned.
The Jaffa nodded, and soon grabbed the Jaffa's clothes. The slave quickly hit each body with a blast from her weapon, causing them to disappear as if they were never there. "Let's get back." She said.
* * *
Meanwhile in the serving room, the Goddess Bastet was very angry. Her eyes flashed white, and she stepped closer to the mere Jaffa who was disobeying her. "Listen to me, Hassac!" she snarled at him, using a Goa'uld insult. "I want to see the Jaffa who brought me here, and I want to see him now!"
"But Honored One, I cannot leave my post." The Jaffa protested.
"Kree tall, Jaffa!" Bastet growled, and began to raise her arm.
Light glinted off a Goa'uld hand device, and the Jaffa cringed. Unnoticed behind him, two men slipped past on silent feet, dressed in the uniform of Morrigan's Jaffa. Behind Bastet, the cringing Jaffa heard the sound of weapons being charged.
"Honored One, can I be of service?" a voice asked behind her.
The Jaffa whirled and lowered their weapons. "Jaffa!" Bastet snapped. "Kree!"
The Jaffa discharged their weapons, but kept a careful eye on the Jaffa. One of the Jaffa grabbed the cringing man from behind everyone, and shoved him forward. "This, Hassac," Bastet said, emphasizing the insult, "did not obey me."
"And I am deeply sorry for that, Honored One." Said the Jaffa, and sent the cringing man a glare. The man fled.
"What did you wish to know?" he continued.
"How long do you propose to keep us here?" Bastet demanded, waving her hand at her surroundings.
"Honored Kali just wanted - "
Bastet cut him off. "How long?!" she demanded.
"Another half an hour at most, Honored One." He replied.
"All done." Whispered a voice in Bastet's ear.
"Very well." Bastet snapped. "I will be in my rooms."
The Jaffa bowed, and as he did, the two men slipped past him and around the corner to Bastet's quarters. When he rose, Bastet stalked past him, and followed them.
* * *
The door closed behind her, and the two Jaffa shifted back in position to guard the door. "Can you hear us?" a voice asked in one ear.
"Indeed." Said one.
"Good." The voice replied.
* * *
Back inside the room, Bastet slumped down on the bed. "Rya'c and Scott can here us." She said. "Did you do it?"
Jack grinned. "Two of Morrigan's Jaffa have disappeared without a trace, and two of Svarog's are dead - one with the scrap of tunic from one of Morrigan's Jaffa in his hand."
"That should make things interesting in the next meeting." Cassandra said.
Daniel turned to Catherine. "What should we do, while you are in there?" he asked.
"I want Jack and Rya'c to guard the door to the meeting room - just in case." She said. "Cassandra will be with me, and I want the rest of you to see if you can create anymore problems for our friends."
"Of course." Daniel said.
At that moment Scott's voice whispered into their ears. "We've got company."
Catherine immediately stretched out on the bed and grabbed a golden goblet from the table next to her. Sam and Cassandra took their places on the floor near her, and Jack and Daniel took their places near her, ready to defend.
"Forgive me for interrupting, Honored One." It was their friendly 'escort'. "But Honored Kali wishes your presence in the meeting room."
"Very well." Said Bastet in her inhuman voice.
She thrust her goblet into the hand of one of her slaves and pointed at the other. "Come with me." She snapped.
The slave got meekly to her feet and followed her mistress.
