The design of the ship displayed on the main view screen told the members of SG-1 immediately that they were being attacked by Loki. The ship was a fair combination of a Goa'uld pyramid ship and an Asgard vessel. It had a pyramid-like structure centered on the top but, beneath it, the ship's base had a sleekness that was more Asgard design. It's size was somewhere in between the two making it fairly large.

From his command chair, Jack issued orders. For him it always seemed that it was easier to do so when he could do it with others that weren't members of SG-1. After all, the were his friends. During battle situations, he was all business.

"Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Simmons."

The British born Australian did as he was told. He had adapted to the new systems extremely quickly.

The laser fire from the enemy vessel struck the ship but, because of Oz's maneuver, the strike wasn't as bad as it could have been.

"Teal'c," Jack started but the Jaffa knew that he wanted to return fire so he did so before the other man could finish the order. The shot connected with the ship's mid-section causing their shields to flare.

"Nice shot." Jack commented. He turned the comm station. "Major Panie, prepare to hail them on my signal."

The woman nodded curtly.

"Teal'c, target their weapons then engines and fire at will."

When Oz got the ship in position a mere few seconds later, Teal'c issued the firing command.

A direct hit. Loki's ship came alive with sparks as the Prometheus fired two more times in quick succession. The enemy vessel was too large to move out of the way quick enough. Now they couldn't move at all. It would take a few more shots to knock out their weapons. With the ship unable to move, it was an easy thing to accomplish.

"Major," Jack signaled Celine. "Open a channel."

The face of an Asgard appeared but, unlike Thor, it's big eyes flashed with light. Loki was definitely a Goa'uld. Another sign of the implantation was his deep voice. "How dare you attack my vessel. Tell me why I should not obliterate you from my sky?"

Jack settled back into his chair. "We're oh so attractive; that's why." He knew the question was rhetorical but couldn't resist the jab. "Besides, your weapon systems are down." Then motioned for Celine to cut the channel. "Please notify Thor that we have encountered Loki."

Swiveling in his chair to see everyone, he requested, "Damage report."

Sam spoke first. "Shields are intact but down between 17 and 23 percent all the way around. If Loki restores his weapon systems before we correct this, it probably won't be good. The engines did take one or two hits early on but are stable."

"Life support is fully functional." Jonas added.

"Good." Jack commented as he got up from his chair. "Carter, you have the bridge. I'm going to get some coffee." When he got to the door, he paused and turned back to Sam who remained at her station. "And next time, can the computer alert us before the enemy ship fires on us?"

Sam smiled. "Aye, sir."

The Tauri are fools. Loki thought as flexed his skinny fingers on the arms of his throne. His vessel was definitely not even slightly as crippled as their sensors undoubtably say. His ship was designed with the best scientific techniques that both the Asgard and Goa'uld had to offer and had redundant systems that could be activated at a moment's notice.

This endeavor to destroy his "brethern"was funded by a special benefactor for reasons that were not divulged but Loki knew that, with the Asgard gone, there would be no one to prevent the System Lords from bringing the Tauri to extinction. This benefactor gave Loki a very special weapon for ths occasion. Part of him, the weak Asgard part perhaps, could not wait to use it.

Loki frankly could care less about that. He had far loftier goals of destroying a much more powerful species. They would pay for abandoning him on the ice world of Jotumheim.

Especially Thor. It was his fault that Loki was captured by the Go'uld. While the Unas were the first hosts of the Go'auld, the ice giants of Jotumheim were also an early host species.

A millennia ago, Loki and Thor, blood brothers if you will, led a sent by the Asgard High Council to the planet to survey it's natural resources. After the geological survey, that took a few local days, was completed, the ice giants attacked their camp in the middle of the night. The Asgard team fought bravely but was separated.

Loki and another close compatriot of the pair, Balder, were herded towards a large ravine. Both lost their footing but it was Balder that fell over the edge. Loki hit his head and blacked out. When he came to, the rest of the team found them. Thor, under peer pressure, accused Loki of pushing Balder.

As punishment for the vile crime, Thor banished Loki to the planet. As time went on, Loki could not fight off the giants any longer and was doomed to have his mind taken over by another creature.

In the years that followed, through strategic trades and alliances, Loki gained rank and stature among the Go'auld amassing his own army of Jaffa and conquering a fair number of worlds. Eventually, he had gathered enough strength to exact his revenge. Or so he thought.

The invasion of the Asgard Homeworld was stopped practically before it began. It was almost as if they were expecting him. As perhaps they should. Loki mused looking back. This time, they imprisoned him in a time dilation prison on Valkar. They did not expect that the banished Asgsrd would have friends in high places like his benefactor who restored at least one of Loki's ships and his army of Jaffa.

One of whom approached his lord. The Jaffa had a clean shaven head and the insignia on his forehead could best be described as a minute hand of a clock pointing at the four. "Your Greatness," he began.

Loki's eyes flashed angrily. He did not like to be watched when he was lost in revery. "What is it?" he snapped.

"The Asgard have arrived." The Jaffa showed no sign he feared his lord's wrath.

The diminutive Goa'uld (in size anyway) smiled. "Prepare the ship to welcome them."

Let the slaughter begin.