I am in serious trouble.

Daniel was projecting as Jack-like a nonchalant attitude as he could, but Gigantor was still looking at him like an h'ors doeuvre. All other Jaffa had been ordered out of the room, which was incredibly unsettling, and now the creature was just looming there, watching Daniel try to act...nonchalant.

Daniel was a smart man. Some had been known to call him a genius. And the licking of the force field had not been subtle. Vosk was getting off big time on Daniel's fear. The smart thing would be to not show any. Deprive the senses of the desired stimuli, thus avoiding provoking the predator reflex. It was a simple plan, one that fit with the O'Neill-approved "don't give 'em a goddamned thing" plan. Daniel was all for not giving this guy anything, especially his ass.

Unfortunately, he could feel the shakes in his solar plexus, radiating outward. And they were getting more intense the longer he stood there under the hungry green eyes. He hoped the trembling wasn't noticeable. Shivering violently wasn't very nonchalant. In fact, it reminded him way too much of beta dog behavior, and he wasn't about to roll over for this guy. It pretty obviously wasn't Daniel's throat Gigantor wanted to rip into. And that thought made him shake harder.

Why me?

The voice that usually kicked him when he was down had a slightly different tone today. Angst was definitely involved, but Daniel could also feel pure fury beginning to bubble and seethe in his mind as well.

Why do the psychos always decide 'Let's screw with Daniel?' And so often, literally? This is getting very old, very quickly.

"So, little Tauri." The Big Jaffa's rumbly voice filled the small cell room. "Tell me about the Lar'raan Reii."

Daniel quirked an eyebrow. OK. That was...different.

The strange request distracted him, pulled his attention away from the simmering fear and anger in his stomach. "I don't know any...I'm sorry, how do you pronounce it? 'Laren Ray?"

A zat blast hit the force field. Daniel did better this time, only closing his eye s when the shock jolted him, then trying to regain his neutral pose. Fuck. This Jaffa was totally out of his mind.

"The Lar'raan Reii, Tauri. Where are they? Surely they won't leave you here."

"Well, I would hope not, but seeing as how I don't know the m, I really couldn't say." Daniel tried for calm.

He felt like he achieved pissy.

Vosk heaved himself up and came over to the force field. Daniel really, really wanted a weapon of some sort. "They have let you trip their snare, and they will not come t o your aid. They are cowards, and the system lords will barter much for their heads."

Daniel didn't move, didn't respond. More people out there pissing off the Goa'uld ? A big plus in Daniel's book.

Go team.

"You can tell me, you know." Vosk's voice dropped to a bizarre approximation of a purr. "You will be the perfect host for my Lord, little Tauri, and you and I will be together for centuries. It will be perfect"

Inquisition as foreplay. How very Goa'uld.

Daniel tuned him out. Idly he translated in his head.

'Lar'raan Reii.'

It was Goa'uld, oddly enough. Then again, so was 'Tok'Ra.' He was guessing at the spelling, but it sounded about as straightforward as Goa'uld ever got.

"Raan" was...cover, hide, veil. Lar was roughly equivalent to the prefix "un." Uncover

Wait.

Given that they said the Lar and the Raan at onceÉthere was probably a hyphen or an apostrophe. Apostrophe probably, the language was just rife with them. "Lar'raan." Uncover...to uncover...to unveil...unveil - er?

Hmm.

Hold that thought.

"Reii" was a very, very old Goa'uld word for "star" or "stars."

To uncover/unveil the stars?

Uncover-er of stars?

Unveiler of Stars?

"And we shall rule together. What do you think of that, little Tauri?"

Daniel blinked up and peered over his glasses at the triumphantly smiling Jaffa, genuinely startled.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"

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Having sent the terrified villagers through the Stargate, with Franklin loping through the event horizon first as a living message to everyone at the base that this group was legitimate, Fraser/Trev'van moved swiftly through the ship. He hoped grimly that he would be able to track down Dr. Jackson in time. Trev'van had terrible, terrible memories of the time a former host, a female human, had been unlucky enough to be captured by Vosk. She had been tortured constantly, brought to the point of death and revived by sarcophagus over and over again, only to be tortured further. It had taken Shir, bonded at that time with UNC LE agent Napoleon Solo, two years to rescue her. By that point she had been irrevocably insane.

Trev'van had had to take mental control of her more than once, and the memories of that time turned Fraser's stomach. Napoleon had been forced to kill her in order to allow Trev'van to escape into Illya Kuryakin, Solo's partner. Once the transfer had been made, Shir had had to shoot her again to keep her from attacking them. She could no longer distinguish reality from the madness in her mind and believed that they were devils, sent by Vosk to torment her with thoughts of freedom.

They had made sure her body was disintegrated with a third zat burst, mainly to keep Vosk from bringing her back.

One day, Trev'van hissed in Fraser's mind. One day I will visit that planet again. And I will burn that fortress to the ground.

Agreed. Fraser replied. But for now we must avoid detection.

Agreed. Let me lead. I know these ships intimately.

Fraser gritted his teeth. The feeling of allowing another consciousness to control his body was still highly disturbing, however he acknowledged that Trev'van was correct. He understood the design of Goa'uld craft far better than Fraser ever would.

They shrank against a bulkhead as a Jaffa guard hurried past. Trev'van, acting on pure instinct, grabbed the warrior from behind and pulled him into the shadows.

"Where is your master holding the Tauri warriors?" he whispered harshly.

The guard twisted in h is grip, reacting to the harsh resonance of the symbiote's voice. "I serve no god but my Lord."

"Fool." Trev'van had no patience for Jaffa servitude. "We are not gods."

The Jaffa froze. "WhoÉw hat are you?"

"The Tauri? Where are they?"

"Let me go." suddenly the warrior was still, cooperative. Trev'van didn't slacken his grip, however.

"You serve Vosk." Trev'van didn't slacken his hold. "I know the fear he instills. Don't lie to me, just tell me where he is keeping the Tauri."

The guard hesitated then said in Goa'uld, "I will die free."

What the heck does that mean? Fraser asked Trev'van.

It's the password of the Jaffa rebels. He is one of them.

Trev'van let the Jaffa go reluctantly, but kept his zatn'kitel trained on him. "If you sound an alarm, I will fire and I will not stop until you are a memory."

The Jaffa warrior rubbed his throat, glaring at Fraser. "I am Oric. I helped the Tauri warriors gain access to this ship. I repudiate the false gods."

"Then tell me w here Dr. Jackson is." Trev'van urged. "Vosk is an animal."

Oric nodded, memory flashing behind his eyes. "You are correct Ñ he is truly a devil incarnate." A sound down the corridor had them both reflexively shrinking into a corner, hidden by a jutting bulkhead. "You must hurry. Vosk is toying with the Tauri warrior, DanielJackson, playing with him as a predator plays with its prey. But he is hungry and much favored by Lord Nergal. He believes himself as much of a god as his master, now. He will not wait to feed."

Trev'van nodded. "How do I find him? Quickly?"

The Jaffa gave him directions to the holding cell where Vosk had Dr. Jackson, then said. "Master Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill are in the Communication room. There are many warriors there, you must take care." he turned to go.

"Wait!" Trev'van caught him by the arm. "Before you go to the others, give me ten minutes and then sound an alarm."

Oric looked at him, aghast. "You wish to die?"

Trev'van shook his head. "I need a diversion. Let it be known that the slaves have escaped. Get as many Jaffa as you can down to the slave pen. With any luck, Vosk will go there himself."

Oric nodded sharply then took off. Trev'van/Fraser waited until he was out of sight, then started toward the holding cell, signaling Ray as he went.