Chapter 6 - Face To Face

The Jaffa brought them aboard the ship hovering in the planet's orbit. It was not a mother ship, it was smaller, apparently a medium range battleship, but still this one had the capacity to board one Alkesh and several gliders.

Jack was taken to a holding cell short after the Alkesh had boarded the hangar. Some minutes later Sam, who was still without consciousness, was brought there as well. Slowly she began to wake up, she stretched out one of her hands reflexively that brushed across Jack's knee, since he was sitting next to her on the floor. Her fingers dug into his trousers leg. A moment later Sam reached full consciousness, she pulled her hand away with a yank and sat up staring at Jack with her big, ice-blue eyes.

"You're here?"she inquired confusedly.

"Yep, and so are you", he replied with a tired raise of his eyebrows.

Siama'a opened her mouth to say something to him, but closed it again instantly. After such a long time of separation she seemed far too shy to talk to Jack like she had done it as his friend back on Tauri. But Jack did not share this feeling.

"So you're an 'amazon' now?"he questioned trying to smile a little at her.

"Sort of", Siama'a intended to smile back, but was not really able to in the end.

"And you're no longer our Sam Carter, but a 'cloud', huh?"Jack eyed her half-closing his eyes.

"Yes, indeed", somehow Siama'a felt not really comfortable about that now.

Jack went on, "Well then, ma'am, what shall I call you? Sam, Carter or Siama-something ?"

"Call me what you want", Siama'a decided.

"So Sam, then as usual."

"If you want it so", Siama'a's glance crossed the floor and scanned the wall behind Jack.

Jack seemed to sense her discomfort, but though he began to talk about the happenings that had led to their split:

"Listen Sam, what has happened four years ago...", he held on, "everybody had acted as we did, the whole thing would have gone to hell whether we behaved like we did trying to save both our asses or not..."

The footsteps of Jaffa echoed through the corridor in front of their cell, they were coming for them. Four soldiers appeared in front of the force field. It was deactivated and two of them grabbed Sam, the other two took him.

After a five-minute walk through corridors and passageways they reached a big audience room, it's measures where a pure waste of space as it was the usual way for the Goa'uld.

Jack felt the Jaffa's grip around his arms loosen, he turned his head to see that they were leaving them alone now. Not really alone as Jack realized merely seconds later.

He heard the sound of high-heels clacking through the darker part of the room lying before them. The steps held on and as Jack looked up he saw that a tall woman, or better said a teen, was standing in front of them.

Jack let out a breath as he realized that it was not Baal whom he was facing there. But somehow this girl had some of his aspects, she had his dark, crinkly hair that reached down to her shoulders, her eyes were bluish, but had a touch of these fiercely glowing brown of his. Her lips parted into this certain, evil grin Jack had not missed at all after the last time he had seen it. But still this was not Baal...

She spoke to them in a kind of dark, gloomy voice full of disgust, to Jack's surprise it was not distorted at all:

"I greet you. It's a pleasure meeting those who were audacious and foolish enough to challenge the glorious System Lord Baal. I suppose you know what consquences you will have to face now?"

"Yeah, yeah, we do", Jack did not take her as a serious opponent, "oh, and how do you know, missy?"

This was something he should not have said aloud, now he realized that talking to this young thing was not better than talking to Baal himself. Her voice became more silent with a dangerous undertone in it.

"You have no idea whom you're talking to, Tauri. I am Daray, fifth daughter of Baal, authorized to do everything I want with you..."

Crap, an offspring of the absolute evil, likely as cruel as Baal himself. So young and already far too poderous for her pubertaire impulsivity... A chill crossed Jack's spine.

That moment Sam, who had remained silent till now spoke up, "That's impossible, the Daray I saw can't be older than four years by now..."

A dry laugh escaped Daray, "For your limited knowledge, it might be that way. I grew for times faster as a normal child thanks to my father, for my intellect should never be convinced to such an inferor, powerless body."

Jack's eyebrows shot up, "Your intellect? Don't say you've inheritated some."

"I have inheritated all the knowledge of my father, so don't be so stupid to think you could fool me."

"Oh, I'd never do", Jack assured her raising his hands. He turned toward Sam to see that she was still perplexed by the girl standing before her.

Daray walked further toward them crossing along behind Jack, stopping short in front of her.

The door hissed open and two of the Jaffa from before appeared again.

"Take him", Daray ordered, "I want to speak to the woman alone."

So they came up to Jack and pulled him away and out of the room.

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