Title: Chances
Summary: And the day gets worse. (Sequel to 'Consequences', 'Causes' and 'Choices'.)
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, suspense
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk).
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: And it just keeps on coming! This part carries straight on from 'Choices' so if you've not read that it won't make much sense! Thanks to Erin, Gem, Annie and Ruth. Feedback would be nice.
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He rose again and turned to sit on the 'throne', ubiquitous on most peltacs. We watch each other before he breaks the silence.
"What do you think of my last acquisitions? I have always found human blood fascinating. The texture of it, the way it changes when it is exposed to air." He waits for me to answer. I have no intention of dignifying his question with one.
"Such a curious race. Stubborn, refusing to give up hope even when they should." My lack of response appears to irritate him and amuse him at the same time.
"I am bored. Your war is amusing. Humans provide brief distractions before they die but I need more." That gets my attention. He's one of the oldest Goa'uld and he has never shown any inclination to seek 'more' before. If he decides to get involved with the politics of the system lords he could turn everything on its head. He hasn't finished though and drags my attention back to the present.
"I will offer you this Tok'ra, a chance to leave here and take your companions with you. All you have to do is get to the chappa'ai before my Jaffa catch up with you." He smiles obviously pleased with his new game. "I will send my five best Jaffa to follow and you will each be armed only with a knife."
I'm curious now. I decide to break my silence and ask the obvious question. "What's in this for you?"
His smile grows into a grin. "Apparently humans have proved to be more resourceful and worthy as an enemy than my brethren anticipated. I wish to see this for myself." He looks at me undisguised glee apparent in his eyes. "Besides, I have always enjoyed watching others fight to the death."
"And if we get there first you will really let us go?" I don't trust him but right now he's offering up the best chance we have of escape and I'm not about to pass it up.
"If you arrive there alive then you will deserve to be set free. It is of no consequence to me who dies today. Either my Jaffa or you and your companions, provided there is death."
"We will need something from our equipment in case we survive. Without it we can't return home." I hate admitting that he has something we need in case he decides to keep it but without the GDO we're screwed.
"What is it?" His curiosity is piqued.
"A device that we use to transmit a signal back to our home base to let them know it's us returning." I hope he doesn't decide that leaving us stranded is more fun than letting us return home.
He nods as if in agreement and gestures towards our equipment spread out on the floor beside him inviting me to pick it out. "It is wise to have such measures in place. You may take it."
Summary: And the day gets worse. (Sequel to 'Consequences', 'Causes' and 'Choices'.)
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, suspense
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk).
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: And it just keeps on coming! This part carries straight on from 'Choices' so if you've not read that it won't make much sense! Thanks to Erin, Gem, Annie and Ruth. Feedback would be nice.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
He rose again and turned to sit on the 'throne', ubiquitous on most peltacs. We watch each other before he breaks the silence.
"What do you think of my last acquisitions? I have always found human blood fascinating. The texture of it, the way it changes when it is exposed to air." He waits for me to answer. I have no intention of dignifying his question with one.
"Such a curious race. Stubborn, refusing to give up hope even when they should." My lack of response appears to irritate him and amuse him at the same time.
"I am bored. Your war is amusing. Humans provide brief distractions before they die but I need more." That gets my attention. He's one of the oldest Goa'uld and he has never shown any inclination to seek 'more' before. If he decides to get involved with the politics of the system lords he could turn everything on its head. He hasn't finished though and drags my attention back to the present.
"I will offer you this Tok'ra, a chance to leave here and take your companions with you. All you have to do is get to the chappa'ai before my Jaffa catch up with you." He smiles obviously pleased with his new game. "I will send my five best Jaffa to follow and you will each be armed only with a knife."
I'm curious now. I decide to break my silence and ask the obvious question. "What's in this for you?"
His smile grows into a grin. "Apparently humans have proved to be more resourceful and worthy as an enemy than my brethren anticipated. I wish to see this for myself." He looks at me undisguised glee apparent in his eyes. "Besides, I have always enjoyed watching others fight to the death."
"And if we get there first you will really let us go?" I don't trust him but right now he's offering up the best chance we have of escape and I'm not about to pass it up.
"If you arrive there alive then you will deserve to be set free. It is of no consequence to me who dies today. Either my Jaffa or you and your companions, provided there is death."
"We will need something from our equipment in case we survive. Without it we can't return home." I hate admitting that he has something we need in case he decides to keep it but without the GDO we're screwed.
"What is it?" His curiosity is piqued.
"A device that we use to transmit a signal back to our home base to let them know it's us returning." I hope he doesn't decide that leaving us stranded is more fun than letting us return home.
He nods as if in agreement and gestures towards our equipment spread out on the floor beside him inviting me to pick it out. "It is wise to have such measures in place. You may take it."