*1059 Hours, Seat of Power, Yirgand Fighter Ship*
The Jaffa hurried into the room, bowing before the red cloaked god of fury. "My Lord. Great Yirgand, representative of Allah on Earth and in the heavens. The Jaffa ask of your wisdom, to share your wealth and richness, and defeat the devils that do not obey." The Jaffa crossed his hands in prayer. "You shall not serve but Allah. Ask forgiveness of your Lord, and turn to him. As he shall provide his grace unto those endowed with grace, and dare thou shall turn back at him, is the fear of chastisement of a great day."
The new messenger bowed in forgiveness. "I apologize to you, my lord. I did not mean to disturb the great god Allah." The Yirgand leaned to his front. The white surrounding, and the brilliant windows, as the stars gave their freckled light. No other light was seen, but the tiny dots of the universe. "Speak up, Believing One, and Allah shall hear your plea." "The infidels have sent a prophet's servant to their doom." The Yirgand stayed silent. The Jaffa continued. "The non-believers have escaped. All but one. The infidel is ready for the interrogation." For a moment, there was silence. Allah's cloak but shivered. "Send in a Prophet." Muhammad, the high Prophet nodded in silence. The messenger got up. "As for you, believer. Thou shall join the quest to convert the infidels. Join the Prophets. Your old race grows weaker." The Jaffa looked up. He did not wish to upset the Yirgand. "Yes, my god."
The messenger exited the room, two Yirgand prophets. They were to lead him the way to his destiny. Yet first he had prayer. Allah cared for all.
Prophecy meant Combat. Prophets were Fighters. Wisdom was Death.
*1100 Hours, Execution Chambers Corridors, Yirgand Fighter Ship*
Teal'c raised his Staff weapon, his two colleagues providing cover. "Go." The SG1 Jaffa twirled around the corner, ready to fire. All he could see was another dead end. "Clear."
Swiftly, the 3 advanced, crouching next to the adjacent corner. So far, all roads lead to nothing. Desperately, they had been searching for any sort of escape.
"What if they simply don't use elevators?" Daniel's glasses shimmered. "Indeed it is a good theory. The individuals who attacked us seemed advanced. They may be using." His phrase was interrupted by a loud boom, a blue light behind them, in one of the previously cleared corridors. All were silent, the colonel raised two fingers. The three slowly creeped forward, rifles poised, Teal'c already having armed his Staff weapon. As they got closer to the Intersection, they could hear silent fluttering, as if that from some sort of coat. They were at the corner now, and they could hear the close chops. O'Neill poised his rifle, then watched. A white fighter stood in the Corridor. He was cloaked from top to bottom, like the executioner, who was dressed in black. The Druid-like creature took a step to the front. "Fire at will!"
The bullet was released from its long acclaimed barrel. An animal torn from its cage, the search for freedom. A symbiode of a dead body, desperately inquiring a new host. It climbed through the atmosphere, it's partners weak behind it. More and more it slammed through the oxygen, more and more the red coat of fire formed around it. The whistling sound it made in close proximity, muted by the air, the catapult of death.
The Yirgand jumped up, flipping to the side, two daggers in his hand. He dodged all bullets, his cloak fluttering, the Prophet's face motionless. He smashed his body to the right, slamming his two daggers into the direction of the shooter. His feet pounded the ceiling as he ran forth, the strength of Allah in his body. He descended upon Daniel Jackson, another two daggers pulled. The crushing sound was the greatest part. Both daggers flew against the human's chest, the blades cutting through the flesh and muscle, nearly reaching the lungs. He wanted for the man to suffer. Non-Believers. He used the man as a way to use his force to push to the ceiling again, from which he descended upon O'Neill. He had no daggers left. Strangulation was the only method available. He had not seen the Jaffa lurking in the shadows. Both arms wrapped around the Colonel's throat, as the gloves left no marks in the deterrent flesh. More force was applied. He heard a gathering of energy, the prophet jumped to the front. Yet, too late. A bolt of energy of the Staff weapon smacked his legs. He ran forth the corridor, transporting to the Hall of wisdom. He had not accomplished his mission.
"Colonel O'Neill, Doctor Jackson. Are you injured?" Teal'c was clearly frightened and concerned. Jack stood up, cracking his neck. "Well. I've been in better shape, but I'm alright. How about you, Daniel?" - "Jack.. Please" Daniel lay on the floor, staring at his two team-mates. Jack pulled out the daggers, whilst Teal'c applied the gauze. "Do not worry, Dr. Jackson. The blade has yet to reach your lungs." The daggers seemed to be made of metal. Inscripted were the simple words 'Follow the Koran'.
A smart choice to convert people.
[[Please, no offense to any Islamic religion. The base of this story is in no way racism, nor rights descrimination. You will see, that most makes sense in the end. I do not mean to offend, nor defend certain religions, this is solely a fictional story and does not reflect my personal views. Thank you for your understanding.]]
The Jaffa hurried into the room, bowing before the red cloaked god of fury. "My Lord. Great Yirgand, representative of Allah on Earth and in the heavens. The Jaffa ask of your wisdom, to share your wealth and richness, and defeat the devils that do not obey." The Jaffa crossed his hands in prayer. "You shall not serve but Allah. Ask forgiveness of your Lord, and turn to him. As he shall provide his grace unto those endowed with grace, and dare thou shall turn back at him, is the fear of chastisement of a great day."
The new messenger bowed in forgiveness. "I apologize to you, my lord. I did not mean to disturb the great god Allah." The Yirgand leaned to his front. The white surrounding, and the brilliant windows, as the stars gave their freckled light. No other light was seen, but the tiny dots of the universe. "Speak up, Believing One, and Allah shall hear your plea." "The infidels have sent a prophet's servant to their doom." The Yirgand stayed silent. The Jaffa continued. "The non-believers have escaped. All but one. The infidel is ready for the interrogation." For a moment, there was silence. Allah's cloak but shivered. "Send in a Prophet." Muhammad, the high Prophet nodded in silence. The messenger got up. "As for you, believer. Thou shall join the quest to convert the infidels. Join the Prophets. Your old race grows weaker." The Jaffa looked up. He did not wish to upset the Yirgand. "Yes, my god."
The messenger exited the room, two Yirgand prophets. They were to lead him the way to his destiny. Yet first he had prayer. Allah cared for all.
Prophecy meant Combat. Prophets were Fighters. Wisdom was Death.
*1100 Hours, Execution Chambers Corridors, Yirgand Fighter Ship*
Teal'c raised his Staff weapon, his two colleagues providing cover. "Go." The SG1 Jaffa twirled around the corner, ready to fire. All he could see was another dead end. "Clear."
Swiftly, the 3 advanced, crouching next to the adjacent corner. So far, all roads lead to nothing. Desperately, they had been searching for any sort of escape.
"What if they simply don't use elevators?" Daniel's glasses shimmered. "Indeed it is a good theory. The individuals who attacked us seemed advanced. They may be using." His phrase was interrupted by a loud boom, a blue light behind them, in one of the previously cleared corridors. All were silent, the colonel raised two fingers. The three slowly creeped forward, rifles poised, Teal'c already having armed his Staff weapon. As they got closer to the Intersection, they could hear silent fluttering, as if that from some sort of coat. They were at the corner now, and they could hear the close chops. O'Neill poised his rifle, then watched. A white fighter stood in the Corridor. He was cloaked from top to bottom, like the executioner, who was dressed in black. The Druid-like creature took a step to the front. "Fire at will!"
The bullet was released from its long acclaimed barrel. An animal torn from its cage, the search for freedom. A symbiode of a dead body, desperately inquiring a new host. It climbed through the atmosphere, it's partners weak behind it. More and more it slammed through the oxygen, more and more the red coat of fire formed around it. The whistling sound it made in close proximity, muted by the air, the catapult of death.
The Yirgand jumped up, flipping to the side, two daggers in his hand. He dodged all bullets, his cloak fluttering, the Prophet's face motionless. He smashed his body to the right, slamming his two daggers into the direction of the shooter. His feet pounded the ceiling as he ran forth, the strength of Allah in his body. He descended upon Daniel Jackson, another two daggers pulled. The crushing sound was the greatest part. Both daggers flew against the human's chest, the blades cutting through the flesh and muscle, nearly reaching the lungs. He wanted for the man to suffer. Non-Believers. He used the man as a way to use his force to push to the ceiling again, from which he descended upon O'Neill. He had no daggers left. Strangulation was the only method available. He had not seen the Jaffa lurking in the shadows. Both arms wrapped around the Colonel's throat, as the gloves left no marks in the deterrent flesh. More force was applied. He heard a gathering of energy, the prophet jumped to the front. Yet, too late. A bolt of energy of the Staff weapon smacked his legs. He ran forth the corridor, transporting to the Hall of wisdom. He had not accomplished his mission.
"Colonel O'Neill, Doctor Jackson. Are you injured?" Teal'c was clearly frightened and concerned. Jack stood up, cracking his neck. "Well. I've been in better shape, but I'm alright. How about you, Daniel?" - "Jack.. Please" Daniel lay on the floor, staring at his two team-mates. Jack pulled out the daggers, whilst Teal'c applied the gauze. "Do not worry, Dr. Jackson. The blade has yet to reach your lungs." The daggers seemed to be made of metal. Inscripted were the simple words 'Follow the Koran'.
A smart choice to convert people.
[[Please, no offense to any Islamic religion. The base of this story is in no way racism, nor rights descrimination. You will see, that most makes sense in the end. I do not mean to offend, nor defend certain religions, this is solely a fictional story and does not reflect my personal views. Thank you for your understanding.]]