The Rings had disappeared in the floor, just as Jack could see 15, maybe 17
armed, cloaked men, aiming their weapons towards him and his team-mates.
Jack raised his weapon, yet, a pain of devotion smacked his spine, and
slowly, his heartbeat faintly distanced, his eyes weary watery, the ceiling
at his sight, the pain spreading through the back, the mumbling voices
turning to whispers, to silence. The cold passion for black, slowly
pressured by his eyes.
Slowly, Jack opened his eyes, finding a white ceiling above him. "Team?" Teal'c carefully shun a flashlight into Jack's brown eyes, speaking crisply. "Major Carter, Colonel O'Neill remains partially paralysed, from his upper back downwards." Sam also came into the view field. "Alright, let's carry him off the box. Daniel, remain in Position." Jack was lifted onto the floor. "Where are we?" That was the first thing that had come to his mind. "It seems as if we are located inside a prison cell." Teal'c remained cold and serious, nothing else was expected of him. Jack asked questioningly: "Why didn't they just kill us?" - "That is uncertain. Neither does one know the true meaning why we are still armed." Sam looked up, she could hear footsteps. She aimed her rifle at the door. Daniel gave an alarming sign, Teal'c crouched next to the Colonel, who was beginning to regain control over his body. All were silent. Crisply, the door flung open. There he stood. Cloaked, his face shadowed, no part of his body revealed. His arms crossed. The low voice being imperatively strong. "Lower your weapons and bow before your god." Anubis, the cold system Lord, the Ideological conqueror, the man who had no right in hell to live. Nobody seemed to care for his order, Daniel was crouched behind him, readying his rifle. "Lower your weapons!" This time, his low voice was louder, more threatening. Major Carter remained in position, as did Teal'c. O'Neil's paralysis was wearing off. Suddenly, a shrill scream of major Carter, as she was forced onto the floor, the abdomen being smashed badly. Mr Jackson fired a few shells of his Rifle, only to see the bullets falling to the floor, not touching the Gha'ould. "You are weak." Daniel was lifted into midair, suspended for the moment. "What do you want?" Colonel O'Neill stood, his Desert Eagles in his holster.
"I have spared your life. What are the dialling procedures of your planet's Stargate? Tell me, and I shall only make you my slaves." His voice sounded interested, yet demanding. Jack only shook his head. "Give me one better reason why I should." "I do not have time for this." He held his arm up, and an arra of cloaked fighters entered the room, dragging Major Carter out. The door shut behind her.
The Colonel fiercely watched. He knew that earth had no chance.
Slowly, Jack opened his eyes, finding a white ceiling above him. "Team?" Teal'c carefully shun a flashlight into Jack's brown eyes, speaking crisply. "Major Carter, Colonel O'Neill remains partially paralysed, from his upper back downwards." Sam also came into the view field. "Alright, let's carry him off the box. Daniel, remain in Position." Jack was lifted onto the floor. "Where are we?" That was the first thing that had come to his mind. "It seems as if we are located inside a prison cell." Teal'c remained cold and serious, nothing else was expected of him. Jack asked questioningly: "Why didn't they just kill us?" - "That is uncertain. Neither does one know the true meaning why we are still armed." Sam looked up, she could hear footsteps. She aimed her rifle at the door. Daniel gave an alarming sign, Teal'c crouched next to the Colonel, who was beginning to regain control over his body. All were silent. Crisply, the door flung open. There he stood. Cloaked, his face shadowed, no part of his body revealed. His arms crossed. The low voice being imperatively strong. "Lower your weapons and bow before your god." Anubis, the cold system Lord, the Ideological conqueror, the man who had no right in hell to live. Nobody seemed to care for his order, Daniel was crouched behind him, readying his rifle. "Lower your weapons!" This time, his low voice was louder, more threatening. Major Carter remained in position, as did Teal'c. O'Neil's paralysis was wearing off. Suddenly, a shrill scream of major Carter, as she was forced onto the floor, the abdomen being smashed badly. Mr Jackson fired a few shells of his Rifle, only to see the bullets falling to the floor, not touching the Gha'ould. "You are weak." Daniel was lifted into midair, suspended for the moment. "What do you want?" Colonel O'Neill stood, his Desert Eagles in his holster.
"I have spared your life. What are the dialling procedures of your planet's Stargate? Tell me, and I shall only make you my slaves." His voice sounded interested, yet demanding. Jack only shook his head. "Give me one better reason why I should." "I do not have time for this." He held his arm up, and an arra of cloaked fighters entered the room, dragging Major Carter out. The door shut behind her.
The Colonel fiercely watched. He knew that earth had no chance.