(Vinnet, thanks. Holidays kind of slowed down this update. This next part is a little longer. :grins:
Remember all settings take place in the normal universe.)

Part 1, A Deal

:.:.:Three months later:.:.:

For someone who looked like a known Tok'ra this man, or rather, symbiote, walked into the chamber with a great deal of confidence. He'd either be killed on the spot or allowed to live until he peaked the interest of this Goa'uld. He hoped for the former. Several staff weapons were on him as soon as he entered, but he only smiled, and looked to the Lady Bastet. "I cannot stop you from killing me, but what I have to say will interest you."

Bastet sat relaxed in her throne, only moving her head to look to him, as if he was of little interest to her. She was more than surprised by this though. "Other than its death, what possible interest could a Tok'ra have?"

He decided to explain what he had to offer before who he was, as she looked about a second from ordering her guards to shoot. "The location of a Tok'ra spy, and the death of someone who has defied you."

With new interest, she sat up. "You have been loyal to the Tok'ra for centries. Why do you think I would believe this?"

He glanced to the guards who still had the weapons on him and then looked back to Bastet. "I'm not who you believe I am."

She responded quickly. "If you are Goa'uld who has taken a Tok'ra host then you can offer me more than you say. You would have access to..." She searched for the memory of the name of the host but couldn't find it. "...the host's memories."

"This isn't him, or rather, not in the way you think."

"Explain yourself."

"Have you heard of the quantam mirror?" He continued when her responce was a blank stare. "Parallel universes?"

The blank stare turned into a frown.

"The idea that anything possible to happen occurs in several universes or realities."

"I've heard of that theory," she stated quickly, "but it's only a theory."

"If that were the case, then I wouldn't be here."

"You expect me to believe you are from a parallel universe?"

"Everyone and everything in a one reality has a certain..." He searched for the right word. "...code. A signature if you will. You can see this for yourself by scanning with a quantam scanner on it's third setting. You must have seen it before. If you scan me you will see that the code of my host and myself is different from anything else in this universe."

Bastet nodded to one of her servants as she stepped down from her chair. Two guards brought the alternate closer, each holding him by an arm. Once given a quantam scanner she used it on herself, the guards, the staff weapons, the air, and finally on the host and symbiote. She eyed him when she was done and gave the scanner back to her servant. It seemed he spoke the truth. "How am I to know you are not simply a Tok'ra from this other universe?"

"You don't, but my plan entails no risk to you, only to myself. All I ask is you kill one Tok'ra who is on Yarda III."

"That's not my planet."

"I said he was a Tok'ra spy. I never said who he was spying on."

Bastet scowled and gestured to one of her guards. The man froze briefly, thinking he had just been ordered to death, but instead the back of his knees were hit with a the side of a staff weapon. He painfully fell to his knees. However, the little temper had proved to him that she was rather like the Bastet he knew, and so he knew what to say. "All you have to do is tell Olokun about this spy, and I'm sure he'll take care of it."

"So, I would be helping another system lord. I do not like helping othr system lords. Offer me something better."

"The death of a man who defied you."

"I've killed everyone who has thought to defy me."

"And destroyed all eveidence of any definance?"

"Yes!"

"Not according to the signs on Kiron."

She had to think about that one for a few seconds. "I killed everyone there."

"Then who put up the signs on that planet?"

She seemed to stare through him for a moment, as if searching his mind. "Dar'ock!"

Her first prime approached. "Yes, my lady."

"Search Kiron." She turned back to desperate man. "There better be signs." She had hoped there wasn't. She went back to her throne, and they waited for the return of her First Prime.

Dar'ock returned fifteen minutes later and bowed at Bastet's feets, looking down at the floor. "There are indeed signs, my lady. They stand in front of the chaapa'ai and read 'Bastet will never rule Kiron again.'"

At this she dismissed all her Jaffa, not wanting them to know she knew a lot less than she was suppose to. Bastet was pissed. "I destroyed the Kiron over a hundred years ago!" The idea of those signs being there so long angered as much as everything else.

"I know at least one survived by joining the Tok'ra. His name is Martouf, and he is blended with Lantash."

Bastet took a breath. She remembered Lantash, but that was long before he would have been blended with Martouf. She tried to picture Martouf, but did not know if she had ever seen Lantash's current host. Kirons had a look with certain features, color of eyes, and hair. "Then they must die."

"I can help you if you contact Olokun about the spy. As you might have figured out, that spy is is blended with the version of my host in this universe, and I cannot have him contacting the Tok'ra while I am with the Tok'ra pretending to be him."

"What is in this for you?"

"I am as eager to kill Lantash as you are to kill Martouf." That along with hoping she was similar to his Bastet was exactly why he had come to her.

"Very well. I will inform Olokun about the spy. You will kill Martouf and bring him to me as proof."

He wondered if that last part was possible. "The Kirons believe the body is to be burned after death, and the Tok'ra use the chaapa'ai to disintegrate their dead. How am I suppose to-"

"Figure out a way!" Bastet had guessed correctly that he wanted more favors from her. All this just to kill Lantash was a bit much.

"Very well."

"Afterwards you will also inform me all you have learned about the Tok'ra. In exchange I might consider doing whatever favor you plan to ask." She raised her hand when he started to speak. "That time will come when it comes."

"Very well." He hated being humble.

"Tell me, since you are to be working for me, what is your name?"

He smiled to this. Her asking his name was a sure sign she was taking all this seriously. "Lantash."

To be continued...