DISCLAIMER: I don't own Stargate or any of the characters and I'm not getting paid for this, so please don't sue me.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 8 is here! I'm on holidays currently so should be able to get chapter 9 written soon. This one gave me a bit of hassle with some writer's block, but its doe now so hopefully I can get onto a bit of ship in the next chapter.
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"Oh Crap." No sooner were the words out of Jack's mouth when he heard the familiar sound of Zat gun firing and he was hit by the blue bolt of electricity, knocking him unconscious. A second later, another bolt hit Sam and she too fell unconscious to the floor beside him. The Jaffa holding the Zat smiled slightly, before signalling the other Jaffa surrounding him to collect the prisoners and follow him.
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They were dragged into a golden throne room with their hands bound and were forced unceremoniously to their knees. Struggling to keep their balance and still feeling the effects of the Zat blast, they took in their surroundings. There were two entrances to the chamber that they could see, both of which were guarded by two Jaffa with staff weapons. One door faced the as yet empty throne and was the door that they had been dragged through. The other was behind the throne and to the left, obviously leading to the private quarters of the Goa'uld in question. Sam frowned slightly. From the looks of this chamber, they didn't appear to be on a ship of any kind, the room was more akin to that of a palace.
They looked up as the Jaffa at the entrance behind the throne stood to attention, uncrossing the staff weapons that barred the doorway. The other Jaffa took this as a signal and also stood to attention. The Jaffa that stood behind Jack and Sam shoved them in the back so that they fell forward onto their faces, unable to see who was entering the room.
"You will kneel before your God."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Well, ya know, my god isn't a snakehead."
The Jaffa kicked him hard in the ribs in response. "Insolence!"
Jack gasped for breath, winded, and Sam lifted her head slightly to glance at him in concern, only to have it pushed back down to the floor. The room fell silent except for Jack's slightly laboured breathing and then footsteps were heard to enter the chamber. A pair of feet and the bottom of a dress swept past the line of Jack's vision, and mounted the dais that the throne stood on.
The next moment, Jack and Sam were hauled up again to kneel and look up at the figure seated imperiously on the throne. Surprised by the sudden movement, they both reeled slightly as dizziness overcame them. Jack coughed, and spat out some blood onto the floor. He then looked up defiantly at the Goa'uld seated on the throne.
She was quite tall and she had red, slightly wavy hair that was twisted up on top of her head. Her skin was very pale and the black dress that she was wearing made it seem even paler, looking almost white. On one hand was a ribbon device, which was currently aimed in Jack's general direction.
The Goa'uld stared down at him, a slight sneer on her features.
"Well, well, well. The infamous Tau'ri are not as difficult to defeat as it seems."
"And who the hell might you be?" Jack asked, sarcastically.
The Goa'uld raised one eyebrow slightly at him. "We are Morrigan."
Jack stared at her. "We? You mean there's another one as ugly as you?" He quipped, only to have Morrigan turn the hand device on him. He gritted his teeth as his back arched in pain, trying to prevent himself from crying out. After a moment, Morrigan lowered her hand again and Jack sagged, panting and sweating slightly. He glared up at her and the Goa'uld surveyed him with a smug smile on her face.
"We think we shall enjoy this." She moved back towards the throne and sat down, facing them. "Although, we are disappointed that you did not give us much of a fight. The other system lords had us believe that you were … a challenge to defeat. Obviously not." She paused and glanced between Sam and Jack. "You may think that you are indestructible, but you are still Tau'ri and still subject to pitiful Tau'ri emotions such as your pathetic loyalty to the other members of your race. Your greatest weapon, perhaps. Or your biggest downfall? It does not take much to break that trust." Here, Morrigan paused again and smiled, a self-satisfied and cold smile. "All we needed to do was erase the memories of you," She pointed at Jack, "in this one," She pointed to Sam, "and you are doomed."
Jack stared at her for a moment before lunging towards her, catching the Jaffa by surprise. "You!" He hissed, fury written all over his face.
Morrigan brought the hand device over his head again, causing Jack to fall to his knees in pain. A few moments and she removed it and Jack slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, but staring up at her in defiance.
Morrigan stared down her nose at him before continuing. "In her determination to be the leader she believes she is, she ignores all orders and any advice you give. And in your arguing, you are too foolish to notice that our Jaffa are surrounding you."
Morrigan leant back in her throne, smiling again, pleased at her own ingenuity. Jack glowered at her, wanting to wipe the conceited, arrogant look off her face but found that he didn't have the energy after his brutal beating.
"You can never defeat SG1!" He spat, " We will always be loyal to each other no matter what happens, and we never leave anyone behind!"
The smile disappeared from Morrigan's face. "Throw them into a holding cell." She snapped. "We will deal with them later."
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 8 is here! I'm on holidays currently so should be able to get chapter 9 written soon. This one gave me a bit of hassle with some writer's block, but its doe now so hopefully I can get onto a bit of ship in the next chapter.
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"Oh Crap." No sooner were the words out of Jack's mouth when he heard the familiar sound of Zat gun firing and he was hit by the blue bolt of electricity, knocking him unconscious. A second later, another bolt hit Sam and she too fell unconscious to the floor beside him. The Jaffa holding the Zat smiled slightly, before signalling the other Jaffa surrounding him to collect the prisoners and follow him.
***
They were dragged into a golden throne room with their hands bound and were forced unceremoniously to their knees. Struggling to keep their balance and still feeling the effects of the Zat blast, they took in their surroundings. There were two entrances to the chamber that they could see, both of which were guarded by two Jaffa with staff weapons. One door faced the as yet empty throne and was the door that they had been dragged through. The other was behind the throne and to the left, obviously leading to the private quarters of the Goa'uld in question. Sam frowned slightly. From the looks of this chamber, they didn't appear to be on a ship of any kind, the room was more akin to that of a palace.
They looked up as the Jaffa at the entrance behind the throne stood to attention, uncrossing the staff weapons that barred the doorway. The other Jaffa took this as a signal and also stood to attention. The Jaffa that stood behind Jack and Sam shoved them in the back so that they fell forward onto their faces, unable to see who was entering the room.
"You will kneel before your God."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Well, ya know, my god isn't a snakehead."
The Jaffa kicked him hard in the ribs in response. "Insolence!"
Jack gasped for breath, winded, and Sam lifted her head slightly to glance at him in concern, only to have it pushed back down to the floor. The room fell silent except for Jack's slightly laboured breathing and then footsteps were heard to enter the chamber. A pair of feet and the bottom of a dress swept past the line of Jack's vision, and mounted the dais that the throne stood on.
The next moment, Jack and Sam were hauled up again to kneel and look up at the figure seated imperiously on the throne. Surprised by the sudden movement, they both reeled slightly as dizziness overcame them. Jack coughed, and spat out some blood onto the floor. He then looked up defiantly at the Goa'uld seated on the throne.
She was quite tall and she had red, slightly wavy hair that was twisted up on top of her head. Her skin was very pale and the black dress that she was wearing made it seem even paler, looking almost white. On one hand was a ribbon device, which was currently aimed in Jack's general direction.
The Goa'uld stared down at him, a slight sneer on her features.
"Well, well, well. The infamous Tau'ri are not as difficult to defeat as it seems."
"And who the hell might you be?" Jack asked, sarcastically.
The Goa'uld raised one eyebrow slightly at him. "We are Morrigan."
Jack stared at her. "We? You mean there's another one as ugly as you?" He quipped, only to have Morrigan turn the hand device on him. He gritted his teeth as his back arched in pain, trying to prevent himself from crying out. After a moment, Morrigan lowered her hand again and Jack sagged, panting and sweating slightly. He glared up at her and the Goa'uld surveyed him with a smug smile on her face.
"We think we shall enjoy this." She moved back towards the throne and sat down, facing them. "Although, we are disappointed that you did not give us much of a fight. The other system lords had us believe that you were … a challenge to defeat. Obviously not." She paused and glanced between Sam and Jack. "You may think that you are indestructible, but you are still Tau'ri and still subject to pitiful Tau'ri emotions such as your pathetic loyalty to the other members of your race. Your greatest weapon, perhaps. Or your biggest downfall? It does not take much to break that trust." Here, Morrigan paused again and smiled, a self-satisfied and cold smile. "All we needed to do was erase the memories of you," She pointed at Jack, "in this one," She pointed to Sam, "and you are doomed."
Jack stared at her for a moment before lunging towards her, catching the Jaffa by surprise. "You!" He hissed, fury written all over his face.
Morrigan brought the hand device over his head again, causing Jack to fall to his knees in pain. A few moments and she removed it and Jack slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, but staring up at her in defiance.
Morrigan stared down her nose at him before continuing. "In her determination to be the leader she believes she is, she ignores all orders and any advice you give. And in your arguing, you are too foolish to notice that our Jaffa are surrounding you."
Morrigan leant back in her throne, smiling again, pleased at her own ingenuity. Jack glowered at her, wanting to wipe the conceited, arrogant look off her face but found that he didn't have the energy after his brutal beating.
"You can never defeat SG1!" He spat, " We will always be loyal to each other no matter what happens, and we never leave anyone behind!"
The smile disappeared from Morrigan's face. "Throw them into a holding cell." She snapped. "We will deal with them later."