Author's Note: If you haven't read The Mitchell Files, don't start this story until you do, or you will be completely lost. If you have read the first story, then this is a record of what happens next. Assume that when there are only Goa'uld around, that they are speaking in Goa'uld, and when there are Tau'ri around, that they are speaking in English. I could differentiate as the story goes on, but it's easier to do it this way.

When Melony and Talon are speaking to each other Talon's words are in [and] melony's are just there...

Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or any of the other already set characters or races. I do own Mitchell, and Talon, so if you want to use them (and why would you?) please ask, first.

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[If you were going to send your message, now would be a good time. We will be exiting hyperspace soon]

Thanks.

She activated the device on her wrist, and spoke softly, her voice calm and giving no hint of what was to come as she recorded the message that would be sent to those she loved.

[He will still worry. They both will.] Talon had waited until her message was sent before interrupting her thoughts, but Mitchell knew he was right.

I know. It's all I can do, though, and it'll have to be enough. For now, anyways.

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The little craft came out of hyperspace exactly where it was supposed to. It was an unassuming looking vehicle; big enough that the pilot had a large, comfortable cabin to sleep in, a place to eat, and a place to store whatever she needed. There was even extra room, in case she had company. Not that she ever expected to. But as large as it was for one person, it was very small in comparison to the craft that it popped into regular space next to. Small enough that it hardly raised an alarm when it was spotted.

"My Lord."

The Goa'uld in the command chair turned his attention from the conversation he was having with his First Prime and looked at his navigator. Debating whether to reprimand him for the interruption, he was scowling while he waited to see what the Jaffa wanted.

"A small craft has materialized nearby."

"Who is it?" Meaning 'what kind of craft'? Another Goa'uld ship? That was impossible, since no one would dare invade his space without hailing him and announcing their arrival. Which might mean Asgard, but the system lord wasn't doing anything to raise the attention of the meddling Asgard, so he doubted that. But there were other species out in space besides the Goa'uld and the Asgard, and he was always looking for someone else to dominate.

"I am uncertain, my Lord." The navigator said, apologetically. "The computer is unable to categorize it. It appears to have a shield from sensors."

"Hail it."

"Yes, my Lord."

An arrogant voice answered the hail immediately.

"I am Talon."

The voice had the characteristic deepness of a Goa'uld, and Talon wasn't a name anyone on the Hatak had ever heard before. Therefore, it wasn't anyone to fear. The Goa'uld sneered, and responded personally, thumbing the communications toggle.

"What are you doing in my space? Be gone before I destroy you."

The answer he got was not the one he expected.

"Surrender your vessel to me, and I will spare your life." The voice was still arrogant, despite the obvious overwhelming odds. Not to mention the difference in the craft. A small 3 D representation of the ship came up on the forward view screen of the bridge, and the craft was definitely not big enough to warrant any kind of defense other than raising the shields. Which were already up.

"What!?" Now the Goa'uld was furious. Not at the threat, but because someone unknown had dared challenge him. He stood, and went to the weapons pedestal, pushing the Jaffa out of the way that normally was in charge of the systems. "You arrogant –"

He was interrupted by a sudden flash of light.

"Shields are down!" The Jaffa at the systems station reported suddenly.

"What!?" He turned, just in time to hear that same arrogant voice interrupt him.

"You are defenseless. This is your last chance to surrender your ship, and save your life."

"I'll crush you for this insolence!"

There was no response. Not a verbal one, anyways. One minute the Hatak was there, her crew scrambling to figure out how to get their shields back up while their Lord threatened to annihilate the unknown Goa'uld, the next minute the little craft had charged up its reserves and had fired its primary weapon. A weapon that none of the Jaffa – or the system lord – had ever seen, and the Hatak was destroyed. Utterly. Completely. And without remorse.

"So it begins." Said the pilot of the small craft, as she watched the pieces of the craft scatter into oblivion. Her hands moved from the firing control of the craft back to the navigational controls.

[Indeed]

There was a surge of satisfaction, but if it was from the host, or from the symbiote, neither could tell. The craft turned, slightly, and then vanished when her pilot hit the control that moved them once more into hyperspace. There were other places they needed to be, and now that the gauntlet was thrown, they were eager to be on their way.

The fight was just beginning, but round one definitely belonged to them.