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CHAPTER 2---- THE LORDS
-Am I in Heaven?
- It depends on which god you worship
Some sensations slowly revived in the tip of his fingers, as the same time as pain. Jonas frowned trying to open his eyes again, when he succeeded, he got overcame by vertigo again. He had the time to see a vague face bend over him. The golden light of the room made his head suffered.
- Am I in Heaven? Succeeded to say Jonas.
- It depends on which god you allegiance lies, Jonas Quinn.
The grave and deep voice coming out of the mouth he was so focused on to not passed away was enough for him to felt unconscious again. The last thing he saw before to slip into darkness was the two glowing eyes above him, watching over his sleep.
It was only when two strong men cuffed his hands into some sort of magnetic handcuffs that Colonel O'Neill regained consciousness. He glanced around him, trying to hang on something familiar, but he didn't saw any of his team members. Everything around him was grey walls lighted by fire torches. The two imposing men took him by under his shoulders and dragged him along many corridors. They arrived in front of two massive doors with sculptured snakes on them. The door opened.
- The prisoner you requisitioned, my lord, said one of the soldiers, giving as slide bow to whoever was his lord.
- Bring him to me, ordered a deep voice, characteristic of Goa'uld.
This voice brought Jack back to reality in no times.
- Colonel O'Neill, it's a pleasure to meet someone like you.
- I would like to say the same, but it would be a lie, said Jack with a hoarse voice.
The lord gave an annoyed look to her Jaffas. The two put a powerful hand on Jack's shoulders and force him to get down on his knees. Jack took the time to look carefully to his interlocutor who was sat on a huge throne.
After everything that Jack had seen during his numerous missions, nothing could really shock him anymore. Though, he got surprised when he took notice of the physique of the Goa'uld with whom he was talking to. She stood up and came down to Jack's level.
- The echoes of your feats have reached even us, Colonel O'Neill.
- My reputation precedes me, said Jack with one of his sarcastic smile.
The Goa'uld mistress he had in front of him had pale white skin with pale green eyes. She wore a golden diadem surmounted by a snake holding back her, down to shoulder, reddish/brown hair. She was also wearing a silver top armor protecting what was looking like a delicate metal net. What really surprised Jack was the fact that she was the youngest Goa'uld host he has ever seen; her host most have been around 18-19 years old.
- Since when the Goa'uld hire babysitters to rule the universe?
She let out a growl and slapped Jack with the backside of her hand. She raised her open hand, armed with the traditional ribbon goa'uld device, up to Jack's forehead and activated it.
The colonel let out a gasp of pain.
- You don't have the power to be insubordinate here, colonel, no! You will…
At this moment, another Jaffa entered the room.
- I'm sorry mistress, but lord Pakhet wishes to discuss with you.
The Goa'uld let out a sigh of exasperation.
-I know! The only thing she wants is to discuss.
The Goa'uld mistress let fell her grip on Jack, this one felt on the floor. Before leaving the huge hall, she yelled to her servant:
- Put him on the sarcophagus, I want him fresh when I'll come back. I'm not done yet with you colonel.
The two same Jaffas took him away in dark hallways.
Sam felt some moisture on her skin, like if she was bathing. In fact she could hear liquid flowing distantly. She was slowly starting to regain the control of her senses and even realized that it smelled good around her, a delicate perfume of some sort. Suddenly she felt a low pressure caressing her arm, something smooth and soft. Even before opening her eyes she already had taken a decision. She suddenly grabbed the arm that was touching her and flipped it right into the water. Well, what she thought being water, in fact she was bathing in some sort of white liquid.
The person who felt over Sam directly in the huge bath emerged, yelling and crying. Sam's mouth opened wide. It was a little girl with black plaited hair, with a sponge in her hand. She climbed over the bath and leave by a door on the right, still crying.
Sam had the time to observe where she was. The walls seemed to be made of marble, a lot of pillars with a lot of very detailed sculptures on them. The room was quite big; the bath was in the middle of what was looking like a high class bathroom. There was delicate white curtains flowing from the ceiling, many pillow were pilled up in the room's corner.
- This is how you thank me?
The deep voice woke the major Carter and put her on the defensive. A young girl about 15 years old had just entered the room, with the little girl Sam had threw in the water attached to her hips, still crying.
- I heal you, I offer you a bath of milk and this is how you thank me, by scaring my servants. Her eyes suddenly glowed under her frowned eyebrows
Sam was shocked, it was the first time of her life she saw a so young host. The young girl's eyes were deep black, painted with the typical Râ eye design. She had long black plaited hair with a large gold diadem surmounted by the ancient figure of a vulture. The first rational thought Sam had was about who was the Master behind this. She though it would be better to know it immediately to foreseen what she will be facing.
- Who's you're master? She asked firmly.
The young girl raised her hand and Sam just had the time to realize what she was about to do and she dived her head under water before to get hit by the ribbon device discharge. Carter surfaced only her eyes to watch what the Goa'uld was planning to do next.
- I AM your Master, impertinent and ungrateful little pest…
Sam was perplexed by the childish language of the Goa'uld. Another little girl servant entered.
- Mistress, Lord Pakhet is requesting an audience with you.
The young goa'uld bent down her weapon, looked at her servant and slightly glanced back at Carter.
- Prepared her and dress her properly…and if she resists…you know what to do. On these words the lord Goa'uld left the bath.
About ten little girls entered and took Sam out of the bath wrapping her in many delicate materials.
Jonas couldn't focus on the voice he was hearing; he was still plunged in the dark and couldn't fix what the voice was saying…was it talking to him anyway? A spicy odor came to his nose and slowly aroused him to reality. Jonas realized that there were two…no three deep different voices.
- I refuse! Said a very authoritarian voice.
- I also refuse; it will not take place in Het-Neter-Onet.
- Are you afraid to come on my lands?
- Don't insult us!
- I would never dare lord Ouadjet. But it is as you wish! The consuls will meet on a neutral grown…how about the Chaapa'ai perimeter?
- I agree.
- Me too.
- Perfect, will discuss there about our affair, tomorrow at the zenith.
- It's your plan, but I still don't see what is to gain.
- I accept to go but I don't accept automatically what will be discussed tomorrow.
- Of course lord Nekhbet! That is why it is called discussions. Don't forget to bring the prisoners; it's a fundamental condition for the negotiations.
The voices fainted. Meanwhile, Jonas had half-opened his eyes to get a clue on his situation and to be sure he could feign the sleep. He couldn't see what he was laid on, but it was comfortable, probably a bed. The room where he was was immense; the ceiling was very high and supported by many huge pillars. The golden light invading the room was entering by a gigantic window, filtered through floating light curtains. It was at this moment that Jonas realised how warm the atmosphere was and how much he was sweating. His glance slid slowly to the silhouette that was standing in front of what seemed to be a long range communication device. From where he was he could figure out that the shadow had a light physical structure. He didn't have the time to notice anything else that the person standing looked in his direction. He quickly closed his eyes. He could hear the robe of the shadow sliding on the floor; getting closer to him. He though it would be smarter to remained immobile. Jonas deducted that the shadow had stepped on the bed because he was feeling her weight on the mattress. He felt a skin to skin contact on his forearm. He tried to stay focused but, at this time, he had realised that what was standing beside him was probably a Goa'uld master and he was at his mercy. He felt some slight fingers run into his messy hair. Jonas couldn't stand it any longer and when he felt the cold pressure of a curved object on his forehead, imagining the ribbon goa'uld device, he opened his eyes, grabbed the insistent hand that was too close to his forehand. Expecting a strong resistance, he put his feet flat on the bed and pushed with all his strength to lay down his opponent and him to be kneeled.
…
The wrists he had in his hands were minuscule. Jonas looked right in the eyes of his adversary, his muscles all tense, ready for the upcoming battle.
…
- ha ha ha.
…
This muffled tiny little laugh made Jonas overcome his anger and his high level of adrenaline and slowly loosed his grip over his captive.
…
- I've got to admit that you surprised me…Jonas Quinn…for what I've heard…I had imagine yourself as a men of a few actions, said the goa'uld.
It took a few second to Jonas to retrieve his focused mind; he hadn't exactly expected this kind of enemy. The girl he had pined up in the bed was amazingly young looking, barely adult.
She had light brown eyes with typical golden Egyptian makeup. Many short brown and blond streaks faded by the sun curls framing her face sparkled by a few freckles.
Her eyes flashed.
- Where am I??? Said Jonas who had tightened his hold. Where's SG-1? Where's my team?
- You had a team?
Jonas loosed one of the girl wrists to grab her neck; he didn't hesitate to clench his fingers in her throat. At this moment, Jonas was in an authoritarian position over the goa'uld, so he was remaining calm in spite of the situation. But he knows he had to maintain this advantage.
- If you know my name, you know about SG-1, so, where…is….my…team?
The girl goa'uld had abandoned her arrogant smile for a grimace of pain.
- You don't have the nerves…
- You think…Jonas amplified his hold.
- Without me you will never get out of here alive.
- You didn't answer my question.
- You wouldn't dare…or you will never see your team again.
- I shouldn't do it but…you didn't mind using one of your ribbon gizmo on me.
- What?!?...You mean this.
She opened the palm of the hand that was still under Jonas's hold. The gesture lured the Kelownian's attention to the wrong hand. The girl took advantage of the totally unprotected right temple of Jonas to strike directly there with what she had in her released hand. Jonas let out a gasp of pain and, totally groggy, he collapsed on the floor, on his side, realising that most of his body was painful. He touched his ribs and his hand was cover with blood. Jonas tried to forget his pain as he turned around to fight back though he had underestimated the speed of his opponent.
- Don't move Jonas Quinn, said the young girl raising a charged goa'uld staff weapon right in his face. No wonder why you have so many enemies among the galaxy if you're being so arrogant.
Jonas automatically showed his empty palms and stood slowly meanwhile the goa'uld was kneeled on the bed, ready for any assaults.
- We have are failings, you got yours, killing masses and enslaving entire populations per example.
The goa'uld master laughed for her, this conversation was totally pathetic; however, she closed her weapon and poked Jonas right on his injured ribs with it.
- Does this hurt? said the lord with a little amused smile.
- Tsssiiii…The torture is another one of your failings, wheezed Jonas between his clenched teeth.
She pulled down her staff and leant it beside the bed, probably from where she reached it. She raised her eyebrows, grinned and showed innocently to Jonas the thing she had hit him with: A goa'uld healing devise. Jonas frowned. She stood up.
- Of course it hurts. You have managed to reopen your wounds, said the girl, resigned. She moved one step forward.
By reflexes Jonas stepped back.
- It's not like if you had the choice Jonas Quinn.
At the moment she passed slightly her left hand on one of her large golden bracelet Jonas felt like being magnetized forwardly. He tried to resist but the pressure just flung him one step from the goa'uld. Jonas took his hands to his neck; under his fingers he could felt some metallic really tight necklace.
- Never saw that before, I see. This device attaches you to anyone who wears this bracelet. In this case, it would be me, she said with a smile. You are at my disposition Jonas Quinn. Now if you would just let me.
She stepped closer and delicately pulled Jonas shirt with her thumb and index over his injury, revealing an all-open and bloody wound. She closed her eyes and concentrated to activate the healing factor.
"Now would be the perfect time to knock her out…" but she was right, he wouldn't be able to escape from wherever he was and his team situation was still hazy…and he was badly wounded. He decided to let her goes with her treatment.
- Where's my team?, repeated Jonas without looking at his injury.
- I, unfortunately, have not all good news for you, Jonas Quinn. Don't worry, they are still living. Though, they are not under my jurisdiction.
- …And that is not...a good thing? Jonas tried to point out that, considering the facts, she was kind of one of the absolute and closest enemy right now.
- Your friends are under the cares of lord Ouadjet and lord Nekhbet, which is not a good thing.
- Why? Does my position is so much better? Jonas raised an eyebrow.
The Goa'uld reopened her eyes and turned off the healing devise and replaced Jonas shirt.
- Let just say that, their lives are preserved…for now. But if you want to see them again…alive…your help will be required.
- Why! You want to torture them yourself? Accused Jonas.
The huge creaking door on the back of the room opened; around five beautiful and lightly dressed girls entered and bowed respectfully. The Goa'uld master turned her head toward her servants.
- You may proceed, Netheb'Ari.
The five servants penetrated in the sumptuous room, eyes fixing the floor, leaded by a gracious girl oddly dressed with Greek style robe, with long curly red hair. The five of them approached and started to fuss around Jonas, starting to lift is shirt.
- Hey hey! What are you doing? Jonas pushed away the rather intrusive girls.
- Don't be so modest. These girls are here to fulfill you needs, Jonas Quinn. You need to bath, the odour of sweat and blood on your clothing is really starting to get insupportable and you have to eat and sleep.
Jonas gave his eternal frowned face. Now, he was totally puzzled. There was something he should have missed, he didn't like the atmosphere and the schemes of the Goa'uld master he had in front of him. So he decided to rise up his ton to stop this entire masquerade. If he would be tortured he would rather prefer to know it now.
- What's the POINT of all this?
The servants stopped and looked at their mistress to wait for the next orders, apparently surprise by the impertinence of the prisonner. Jonas glanced intensively at the goa'uld girl, a glance she gave back to him. She was waiting for him to continue. Jonas knew more then too well that she had something to do with him.
- What do you want… from me?
The alien girl's face turned to a more serious expression.
- What I want from you, Jonas Quinn?…You'll see soon enough. She turned her back and headed for the door. Girls! Offer our guest the royal treatment someone of his rank deserves.
- As you wish…lord Pakhet, acknowledged the one called Netheb'Ari.
Next Chapter--- Summit Conference. What is planned for SG-1?