There's a spoiler for "1969" in here. Not future knowledge, but whatever.
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Teal'c was pushed before the platform. He stepped up onto it before the Jaffa could make him trip over the podium, and turned to Nirrti after giving the men a good glare. He stood proud and tall and breathed a deep yet casual breath.
"I'm sure Apophis would envy me my position if he were still with us. But your team's capacity for dispatching my species is one of the reasons we inhibit your cultures… also, you make much more articulate hosts," she added, admiring her right hand, which was entwined in a gold and red-amber ribbon device. "Unas are somewhat limited in that capacity."
Teal'c could have cared less. He remained silent, looking straight ahead. His attention, however, was everywhere else. There were four guards in the room: two in back of Nirrti, a gold-branded First Prime and a silver second in command; and one each to his left and right flanks. The ones to the rear were about three meters away, and the ones in front four or five. They all stood with zats ready. Their mistress' prisoners, after all, were not to be too severely damaged.
"I see you're very interested in conversation," she said sarcastically, noticing his inattention. She raised a carefully groomed eyebrow while giving the large Jaffa a look that said she was anything but impressed with him. She didn't seem to notice that he was only present in body.
Teal'c had found his opening. He couldn't imagine where the sound was coming from, but a soft roar had begun to build in the chamber. It built slowly in pitch and volume. It seemed to be coming from outside, and it suddenly came to him: it was the sound of a UAV, about to fly almost directly over the Hindi-architectured compound. He tensed to spring, and every gaze in the room snapped to him automatically. A split second later, the roar reached its zenith and their gazes swung up to the ceiling just as quickly. The captive sprang at the Jaffa behind him to the left, bowling into the young man and twisting a gray serpentine zat'nik'tel out of his grasp. He quickly activated it, and shot it a second later after the barrel had raised itself from the trigger area. The first shot left Nirrti's Jaffa out cold on the floor. Teal'c twisted around to aim at the Goa'uld just as she brought her hand up to blast him into the wall behind him. The weapon was quickly discharged again to prevent this, and Teal'c kept it aimed at her. The other three Jaffa had aimed their zats at the former detainee, but now looked shocked.
"If one of you shoots me once, I will kill her." His dark eyes conveyed well his fiery spirit as he looked from one Jaffa to the next. They appeared as young commandoes on their first mission, minus a commanding officer to tell them when to move and what to do. Both hands on each zat, their faces showed fear and uncertainty as they looked from each other to Teal'c nervously.
Nirrti would have all of their heads on a platter if they let him go without a fight. Worse still, their goddess' eyes were still open. She was conscious and would know if they betrayed Her, even to tell the dark man to shoot them to try to prove that they put up a fight and let him go. If only She could bring up Her hand again to shove the shol'va into the plastered wall and break his neck! It was a no-win situation, but they could not let the shol'va go. Also, there was no certainty that the zat would knock the prisoner out. They seemed to have a fifty-fifty result of intense pain and unconsciousness. The Jaffa to the right front, the middle one of the remaining three, finally set his resolve. The next looks to his left and right were ones of certainty, and his arms tightened as he prepared to shoot the shol'va in synchronization with his subordinates. There wouldn't be a body to prove what had happened, but since She was there, She would know what had transpired. He began to nod, a silent count to three.
The UAV's roar had all but disappeared, but the advantage was now Teal'c's. He saw everything the middle Jaffa did. "Stop!" he said, but the other did not. With a shake of his head, he shot Nirrti a second time and got off a shot each into two of the remaining Jaffa. The third looked shocked and desperate, yet relieved.
"Jatal Vi'rota," he said, holding up his weapon to point into the air. Hearing the surrender, Teal'c stunned the man to cover for him. Like the other Jaffa, he recognized that getting zatted is a good alibi; O'Neill had once done the same to a younger George Hammond the time the team had been slung around the sun in a wormhole to land in the year 1969 in the gateroom, then a missile silo housed inside Cheyenne mountain.
The thought of O'Neill brought him a pang of pity for the younger man. Whatever a hyena was, Teal'c didn't imagine that O'Neill's experience would be pleasant. However, perhaps it could be halted in time to… The thought trailed off. What exactly would happen? Teal'c knew that he was much less than a leading expert on genetics, but from what he knew one of three things would happen. If human and hyena DNA were completely incompatible, his friend could die. Otherwise, he might adopt a few traits of the animal, or worse yet, become the animal. This third chance was the least likely, unless this hyena diverged from the human genetic path relatively recently.
The thumps of Jaffa boots on the floor were audible, about ten at a run judging from the sound. There wasn't time to shoot the Goa'uld a third time, and Teal'c turned and ran just as his ten Jaffa entered the room opposite him. "Shol'va, kree!" he heard the leader shout just as three staff weapon bolts burnt circles on the wall.
Many corridors and zat blasts later, Teal'c was almost free. At the entryway, he managed to escape with only one shot from a zat. He imagined that he now had about five hundred Jaffa looking for him, give or take a hundred. There were ten posted at the gate. From his position, he assumed that he could take six with his zat before they started shooting back. The UAV was nowhere in sight and its motors were not to be heard, no chance of another distraction from it. Four to one wasn't good odds, and more would come when they heard the firefight, but it was his only choice. He picked his targets and ran.
Khiewh, khiewh sang the zat in his hand. The blue bolts seared past the boulder Teal'c ducked behind, going both ways after about two seconds of only Teal'c's shots. He managed to get 7 down before they fired back. The boulder soon became scorched from the energy exchange misses, and bits of stone clipped off of all sides of the monolith. The Jaffa used all sides of the boulder to shoot from, so that the ones at the gate wouldn't know where he would appear next; the maneuver worked, and he picked off the last three one at a time. Pushing off from the granite, Teal'c bolted for the DHD as a large group of Jaffa topped a hill a hundred yards away. As he tapped the symbols for Earth and activated his G.D.O., they opened fire. They landed pell-mell around him, and he was almost at the gate when an orange bolt hit him in the back. His breath caught in his throat, and he staggered and fell the last three steps into the pool of rippling light.