Once again, I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes in it. Those commas.. (English is not my native language)

A new servant for Klorel

Klorel

"Kloreeel!"

The Goa'uld turned around and noticed that Baal had just entered the room. Almost immediately Klorel bowed before the Systemlord that he was now serving.

"One day I will be a Systemlord and I will no longer have to bow before anyone." Klorel thought without any doubt. Serving Baal was just a temporary arrangement for him.

You are so pitiful, Klorel. You will always be a minor Goa'uld; bowing before more powerful Goa'uld. Skaara taunted him becauseit was one of the few things the host was still able to do and it was a way to oppose his demon, although many times Klorel inflicted horrible pain in his host as a consequence of Skaara's 'insolence'.

However, this time Klorel ignored his host because he couldn't risk being distracted while Baal was standing before him.

"My Lord." Klorel murmured with a respectful voice.

"The five reports that I have requested are overdue for 3 hours."

Baal was definitely angry because he had not sent a slave to deliver this message. Instead he had come in person. That was never a good sign.

Klorel swallowed nervously and tried to come up with a good excuse.

"My Lord. As you know I had to execute my last personal Goa'uld servant because he was incompetent. Without an assistant I cannot complete all the required tasks in time. It is not my fault." Klorel defended himself and in the next moment he cursed himself internally. What a pitiful excuse!

If Klorel had been a mere human, he would have begun to sweat. So he just hoped he would live to see another day.

"This occurrence was over three weeks ago. Why have you not already chosen a new servant, Klorel?"

"Some of the Gou'ulds who have asked for the position are not up to it. Others are not trustworthy. They would stab my in the back of my neck in order to take my place as the last one literally tried. I have never had a good assistant so far and only wish I wouldn't need a personal assistant."

However, Klorel was smart enough and didn't express this, his true thoughts, instead he stuttered: "I… I couldn't find one. They are…"

Oh, this answer was even worse.

"That's enough, Klorel. I will not wait any longer. Do not dare to reject the next Goa'uld, who applies for the position as your assistant." Baal harshly interrupted the other Goa'uld and left the room without any further statement, leaving a furious Klorel behind.

"Now I cannot delay it any longer! That's not fair." Klorel raged, forgetting that he was lucky to be still alive. "I really don't want a new assistant."

Selena

"I would like to apply for the position as Klorel personal assistant. Lord Tur sends me." I informed Baal's administrator and handed him over a pad with Tur's signature on it. Keyla/Dara had 'borrowed' it on their last mission.

Minutes later I was walking through the golden corridors, in the direction of Klorel's quarters.

"If we get the job we might be able to gain access to a lot of important information." I uneasily said to my host. Of course Isabel knew what was at stake but I was nervous and had to say something. However, it didn't really help much. So my dear host tried to distract me.

You do remember that this is my third mission, do you? Isabel teased me. I should be nervous, not you.

Okay, her strategy was successful.

"Hey, I'm not nervous, just… a little bit concerned. It is indeed my fiftieth mission and I'm used to it." It is really hard to keep your pride if you share your thoughts with another soul.

I stopped before Klorel's accommodations and checked my clothing and my hair for the last time. Everything was fine, except for the fact that the clothes, that I always have to wear when I'm working undercover as a Goa'uld, are so uncomfortable.

Knock. Knock.

I told the slave, who opened the door, my aim and a few seconds later I was allowed to enter while a Goa'uld voice was ordering the slave to leave the room.

After the door had closed behind me, I took a deep breath and pronounced: "Kel sha, Lord Klorel. I respectfully ask you that you honour me by granting me my wish to serve you as your devoted assistant." If you knew what I really want to do to you and every other Goa'uld.

The Goa'uld continued to stare out of the window and simply ignored me. There was no other alternative than to wait until he finally chose to answer my plea and so I unobtrusively looked around in the meantime.

It was quite a tastefully decorated room. However a little bit too much gold for my taste perhaps. Gold really seemed to be Klorel's favourite colour. How typical for a Goa'uld. Even his clothes were gold.

I still kneeled on the floor and could only see Klorel's back although I had tried to get a look at his face. My knees began to hurt and so I blocked the pain but it was still an uncomfortable position. It was really hard to resist the temptation to move a little bit and I got discouraged. The Goa'uld was not interested; he should already have replied something. My mood was getting worse. This couldn't be. No. Why was he going to reject my request? Had I said something wrong? Oh god, no. I got the feeling that in a way, I failed the Tok'ra. All the valuable information...

Klorel

"What a beautiful view." Klorel sarcastically thought while he was intentionally ignoring the Goa'uld that was kneeling behind him.

He was still angry that he wasn't allowed to choose his servant anymore and so he hadn't even looked at the woman, who would be his future assistant. At least he was still in the position to harass her and so he let her wait.

"Okay, so she will get the position but I will do everything I can to make sure that she will regret this fact soon." Klorel smiled and felt powerful again. That was really an excellent idea!

Finally he turned around and faced the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

to be continued…

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