I really should tell you how I first came across SG-1.
(FLASHBACK) – 4 years ago about 3am, Saturday I think, down an alley way.
I was sitting on roof patrolling like usual, and noticed four leave a 'demon bar'. These particular bars, everyone looks normal as the clientele tend to have mystical disguises or illusions hiding their real nature. Otherwise you'd get problems.
These four all had the 'swagger' of military personnel, no mystic disguises, but dressed casually, jeans and the like. All human. The first one was almost six foot, with greying hair. He left with a small petite blonde who was reasonably attractive, a medium build man with brown hair and glasses, and finally a six foot two black guy and very well built. The former and latter were certainly the fighters of the group. I stretched out with my power to sense anything out of the ordinary. The latter set off some of my mystical senses a little, it was like detecting two lifesigns within one person. Very strange.
Anyway, they were talking, and the blonde women said "sir, do you think something was a little bit off in that bar?"
"Nah, you're just imagining it" replied the grey haired man
"I agree with major Carter" offered the big black guy. Ahah, military I was right!
"Are you sure you two aren't just being skittish" replied the grey haired man again, obviously in charge. I knew him from somewhere…
The guy with glasses said "Come one Jack, it felt weird in there"
"You're just siding with Sam and Teal'c, aren't you Daniel? Is it pick on Jack day?" Oh god, I did know him, it's Jack O'Neill. I had been a consultant on a Black Ops unit about fifteen years ago, Gulf War stuff.
"Look ya see, four normal boys going for beer" said Jack looking at four youths walking down the alleyway towards the bar. I stretched out my power again, and they smelt non-human for a start, and didn't move like a normal person.
I looked closely at Jack's team again, both he, and Sam were packing, you could tell. Most people walk around the weapon, not with it, even Special Ops teams. The four targets walking up the street were not normal, they were 'Soulless' vampires, the same kind the Slayer kills. No one noticed, but Teal'c looked in my direction very briefly, but I was too well concealed near a ledge in complete darkness. He shouldn't have a clue I was there! Something was amiss.
At this point one the vampires said "Dinner!"
"Oooh, look take out" answered another looking in Jack and Sam direction.. I could see this was going to get ugly. At this point I hadn't come across anti-vampire or anti-Lycan rounds so it was a case of 'do it the old fashioned way'. Needless to say Jack, Sam, Daniel and Teal'c looked a little perplexed by these comments, "I'm sorry boys but am I missing something" said Jack.
"We've got a smart one here", this comment from vamp no.3, soon to be dead at my hands with all the rest. One vamp went straight for Sam, overpowering her easily, showing 'game face'.
Another vamp went for Jack, who had his gun out and firing instantly. Nice fast draw though, but it would do him little good. Another jumped about 5 feet in the air and about 8 feet long and landed on Teal'c. He was obviously surprised by this. At this point I dropped to the pavement from ten stories up, and drew a wakizashi from it's scabbard. Wakizashis are short swords the Samurai used to have, just over a foot long and razor sharp. I landed in the alley next Sam and her 'assailant', "Is this a free for all or can anyone join in" I asked casually while grabbing the vampire with Sam by the neck and hurling him off a wall five feet away. As he bounced off the wall and I swung the shoto (another name for wakizashi by the way) in a short tight arc at the vamps head. He had no chance as head and body separated, turning to dust instantly. I lept five feet to my left and kicked the one holding Daniel into a load of dustbins. "You'll pay for that" said the vampire who currently had the 'face' on him, and trying to get up. "Not today soulless" while I pushed the shoto into his neck and out the other side while simultaneously holding his left shoulder. I then drew the blade across the neck severing it from the body. Another dusted vamp.
Jack was slightly outclassed, mainly due the vamps speed and strength, other than that he was doing okay. The other, Teal'c, was actually getting the better of his opponent. Interesting. I wasn't going to stand and watch though. I walked behind the vampire fighting with Jack, and broke it's neck. Obviously not going to kill it, but will drop it briefly. Ten guesses how I killed him. Yep, as the phrase went in Alice in Wonderland 'off with his head'. "Hey jackass, you're friends are dusted, take your punishment like a good soulless thing and die" The remaining vampire turned to look at me, while I had distracted him, there was a couple of feet between the vampire and Teal'c. "Catch, and cut his head off" said me throwing the shoto to Teal'c, which to his credit he caught absolutely flawlessly. The vampire had this sort of sad but confused look about him till the short sword found it's way through his neck, and he too turned to dust.
"What the hell were they" asked Jack, followed by his next comment "& don't I know you?"
"I was going to ask the same question, although I think I know the answer" commented Daniel
"You do, I hope you're not going to say what I think you're going to"
"Sam, Daniel, don't either of you say anything. I don't wanna hear it, and who the hell are you anyway, the dark avenger!" shouted Jack. This comment was a bit harsh but considering the situation, quite understandable. I was wearing dark clothes, but not black like I said before, don't want to darker than the shadows. I had two shotos, one on either hip, well only the one on the right hip as Teal'c had the other, a bullet proof vest and an MP3 slung across my shoulder; while my footwear consisted off a cross between loafers and combat boots. Maybe I should consider changing the colour of my patrolling gear at some point?
"Jack, that was a bit uncalled for" reprimanded Sam, "but I'm curious how you survived a fall from what seven or eight stories"
"Was it, I didn't really take much notice, just saw you being attacked and tried to help out, can I have my short sword back now Teal'c?" I replied directing my attention accordingly
"Of course" he said handing it back to me hilt first, the kind of respect given in a martial arts dojo when returning something. I took it and nodded my head in the same manner.
"How the hell do you know his name?" said Jack going to retrieve his gun.
"I was watching and listening to you all when you came out of the bar, where do you think I came from graceland" That last comment was unnecessary and I knew it "look I'm sorry Jack, my name is Mark Sabat". Do you ever have those flashes of awareness, you think someone was looking at you. Only to find you turn around and all of sudden they look away? Well I could feel homicidal intend focused on me, and something far stronger on the people around me. Somebody was walking up the alley way but keeping to the shadows. I also have good eyesight, and used by magic to force my eyes to let in more light enabling greater nightvision. Usually when this magic is used those around you don't feel a lot unless their holding hands or either very very close.
The person was medium height, male, and looked quite strong. He was wearing a jeans and a t-shirt with a metal wristband that fitted over his figertips with a jewel in the palm of his hand. At this point Teal'c turned and looked into the shadows.
"What is it Teal'c?" asked Jack.
"I can sense a Goa'uld nearby"
"Where?" asked Daniel.
"Would it be the person in the shadows over there" I said jerking my thumb in the general direction.
"I can't see anyone down there, it's pitch black", Jack and another one his helpful comments.
"Wait are you telling me you can see down that alley?" inquired Sam.
"Perfectly and they're hugging the wall and moving like an amateur, but with a metal glove thingy with a jewel in their left palm"
"Ok stay back, we'll handle it from here" said Jack taking the lead.
"Still a bit reckless eh Jack?" I said and using the opportunity to take the lead. At this point the person came out of the alley.
"What!"
"Okay drop to the ground right now and I may decide not to hurt", "or torture you" I added the last bit under my breath. Hope no one heard it.
"You have killed my servants and will pay the price for sacrilege against your god". Who the hell was this moron? Certainly had some serious issues.
Jack had his gun out and was shooting at this point. The bullets bouncing off some force field, that seemed to be visible upon impact with another object. I stretched out my mystic senses again, nothing preternatural involved. Had to be something else, "technological?" I asked.
"Yes" said Sam firing as well, "Daniel call general Hammond and tell him we have a foothold situation". A good name to remember, just in case things got sticky.
"Gotcha" said Daniel.
"How do you break the forcefield"
"Slow moving weapons only " Sam replied to me. I was across the intervening distance quicker than they could react, and stood behind the assailant. I slowly reached through the shield to grab him, only to find my right wrist grabbed by his left hand and pulled in. Damn he was strong. He raised the glowing jewel thingy to my head.
The air rippled around the jewel, and vibrated till it touched my head. Then all I could feel was pain, blinding. Suddenly the pain stopped, although the device continued to operate, the vibration constant on my forehead. I could feel my Quickening healing the damage as though it wasn't there. Whatever this was, I was healing quicker than it could hurt me.
"Ooooh that tickles" I said looking into his eyes.
"You dare to defy your god"
"I've been defied and deified plenty of times, but I don't have a complex pal".
I stood up, and rotated my right hand clockwise, or against his thumb grip while simultaneously standing up and punching/ driving with my left into his upper chest, hearing a satisfying crack of the breast bone fracturing. I grabbed his right hand with my right hand and rotating his palm so that it was facing the wall, and then pulled the wrist in so that it was bent (apparently they call this gooseneck or something in jujutsu circles nowadays). I then push his fingers towards his head and continue in the direction of the floor, while grabbing the right elbow with my left hand and pull down. This is all done at the same time as bending the knees into the old martial art horse stance, but quickly using the knees as a spring and standing upright again.
This got a very satisfying and messy broken right forearm with a bone sticking out, while blood started to pump out everywhere. Needless to say, this 'god' screamed in pain, until I smacked him on the temporal lobe with a single knuckle strike, its' called Ippon ken by the way. I heard the skull fracture.
I couldn't sense any life within the person. "So what's a Goa'uld then Jack?"
"You look awfully familiar, and you're certainly not cleared for that information" I pulled the shoto and shoved it through the brain of the now dead man to make sure and moved it around a bit. Hanging around the preternatural can make you paranoid. Not a bad thing, as paranoid can mean alive as opposed to dead.
I withdrew the blade and waited to see if it would heal. Ah, sod it I thought and cut his bloody head off, picking up the bloody thing and throwing into a dustbin. "What was that for?" Daniel inquired.
"Wanted to make sure he or whatever it was stayed dead. I hate it when things don't quite stay dead."
"Happen a lot does it" said Jack.
"More often than not" I replied.
"You are joking aren't you" said Sam.
"Nope. So whose going to tell me what a Goa'uld is then?"
"He's going to have to debriefed at the SGC" said Jack. Things were taking shape, more info by the minute. "you'll have to come with us, want to hand over your weapons" asked Jack cordially.
"You can have the gun, but the short swords stay with me, Like or lump it really, or you can shoot me? Does this mean we're off to see the wizard at the SGC then, oh and move away from the body folks, want to be sure".
"Why? Of what?"
As they stepped back I used good old sorcery, "Incendia" This was western magic. A large flame enveloped the body, burning it.
"How did you do that" asked Daniel.
"Would you believe magic?"
"Not really"
"You lack faith Daniel"
"I've been told that before, but it still doesn't answer the question"
"Yes it does, magic, I told you" I said walking off.
"Wait, where do you think you're going" shouted Jack.
"Off to my car, are you coming? You have all been drinking and are not fit to drive"
"Lead the way" Jack replied rolling his eyes.
After a short walk we arrived at my car, which is actually one of those large 4 x 4 off road type vehicles. I do quite a lot of off road driving going to all kinds of weird and wonderful places. In the boot of the car, I have a wide variety of weapons, some pistols, a couple of shotguns, a few more sub-machine guns, and a sniper rifle; all with accompanying ammunition. I also have some various hand to hand weapons, swords, axes and the like.
Anyway, I take out the 'clicker' and as you'd expect, all the doors are central locking. I put my back pack in the boot, and climb in the drivers side. I can hear vehicles bearing down on this position from several blocks away, big vans liable to be carrying a large number of personnel. Damn they were quick! Must have been down the road or something. As they turn down the street where I'm parked, Sam walks over towards the road; and they pull over near her. Obviously they must know each other, or have been briefed on her description.
She explains the situation, and they do know each other, and that they are going to back to Cheyenne Mountain, to de-brief me. All of this I guess I'm not supposed to hear, it's damn handy having preternatural hearing.
Jack sits next to me in the front, while Teal'c gets in behind me, Daniel next to him in the middle, and finally Sam behind Jack. Very smart move really, they definitely know what they're doing, keeping me covered from all sides if they need to overpower me. As I start to drive away, we begin the couple of hours drive to Cheyenne Mountain, or the SGC. I know they keep some their NORAD, & deep space telemetry there, but I have never had cause to visit. I'm the more the 'hands on' type, and once given the intelligence, I tend to put it to good use.
It's obvious we could either engage in small talk at this point, which I would normally do; information being power, but given the situation of the big fight earlier. The adrenaline will have removed a majority of the alcohol from the nights drinking they have been indulging on, and so decide against it, their guards will be up. People expect Ninjutsu to be purely about fighting or assassination, it's not. At the much higher levels it's about manipulation, of one's opponent or people around them to achieve the desired effect. A couple of hundred years practice at it, and you tend to get fairly good.
At this point I'm fairly sure I could probably try it with a couple of them, but why bother. All will become fairly clear in a couple of hours. Most of the passengers seem to be settling down, Jack is faking being half asleep at this point, Daniel is getting comfy. In fact the only person wide awake is Teal'c. I examined the passenger behind me with my mystic senses, no one noticed or stirred. I could detect two lifesigns within, like the strange man with glowing eyes I'd just killed. He would need closely watching. So we drove, and by 8am we had arrived at Cheyenne Mountain.
They are all awake as we approach the base, and Jack waves the guard at the gate away to let us in. I park up at this point and Jack starts to rub his eyes, and climbs out of the car. The rest follow suit. I make my way around the to the boot, to get my laptop "Hey what do you think you're doing?" inquired Jack.
"Just getting my laptop"
"Wow, Jack you ought to see this" states Daniel matter of factly pointing at my armoury in the boot.
"Jesus, what are doing with all of that engaging in world war 3. That'll have to quarantined"
"Thanks Jack, let's just take away all my weapons and stop me doing my job"
"What job would that be exactly" inquires Daniel.
"I think the next few hours will be extremely illuminating"
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Jack asked quizzically raising an eyebrow.
"Lead the way McDuff", I've always hated Shakespeare with a passion. I know people say that he was really good and all that, well let me tell you; he was one really screwed up individual. He never did quite figure out his sexual orientation as it were, forever experimenting, and quite mad.
Jack lead the way into the entrance of Cheyenne Mountain. When I say it's absolutely huge, this is no understatement. I'd seen military installations before, but even I was impressed. Whatever they had here was at the very top of the classified tree, well up there with the Initiative anyway. There were guards all over the place, and we went into a lift. Jack inserted an ID card, of sorts, obviously giving a certain level of clearance to the levels below. We went down as far as level 27. I don't really like underground tunnels, labyrinths that kind of thing. I'm more of outdoor person, I can cope with sewers, but almost half a mile inside a bloody huge mountain, not really my idea of a good time.
I concentrated, and gathered my wits, and sort of put my professional head on. Even the most bloodthirsty assassin has to be nice and cordial to clients, otherwise no business. So ten to fifteen discreet deep breaths later I was ready, just in time as the doors opened. Sam got out first "This way please". As I said earlier, off to see the bloody wizard. I was lead to a meeting room, where I was asked to sit down. Two guards were at the door, and the Jack, Daniel and co. from the car journey were standing there. A slightly rotund man with a bald head walked in, a general, he had a fairly commanding presence. "Sir" that comment came from Jack.
"Colonel" I stood up at this point. "Is this the person who needs to be de-briefed?" inquired the general. I was guessing he had to be General Hammond from the conversation earlier.
"Son, I'm General Hammond"
"My name is Mark Sabat, what is it that you do here?" I may as well ask.
"I'm sorry, but I can't give you that information, you just don't have the clearance, we do need you to sign some non-disclosure documentation"
"Not a chance general. Would I assume correctly that you report directly to either the Joint Chiefs or the Presisdent?"
"You would, why?"
"Which one general, former or the latter?" Getting clarity in certain situations is always good, besides I suspected that it was the latter; in which case he had more 'pull' than I did.
"I'm sorry but I can't tell you that". Bugger. I thought about a few scenarios, and decided to tell some of the truth.
"If that's the case general, I can't sign or tell you anything either. You will need to either contact the Joint Chiefs or the President. Make sure you mention my name, they'll know it. Any chance of a coffee? Better yet make it a water. If there's one thing the military can't do is make a decent drink" Jack sort of smiled at this comment, "Been in the military then"
"A long long time ago", and isn't that the truth. I remember the Vietnam War, Korean War, Crimean War, First & Second World Wars. Hitler during the WW2, had found a mystical means of cloning his troops. He had an extra million or so. The League of Extraordinary Gentleman had to stop them. How do you kill that many? Well we used a third nuclear device. I set the timer, and got clear real fast, mystical transport. When I was far enough away I stood and watched. The heat burned my skin, and muscles quite badly, and the bright light fried my retinas and nerves connecting to my brain. I was burnt and blind for three weeks. Those scars healed. The killing of a million people; these scars remain to this day, and I may never heal those mental wounds. I still awake to nightmares of people screaming for help as they burn alive, only to wake screaming myself.
I always keep asking if there were another way, but there wasn't. It wasn't till Hitler died in 1958, that the Occult Wars finally came to an end. I have been a member of BPRP ever since. "You want to tell me more son" asked the general.
"Not really, and tell whomever you talk to it's an Omega situation". The latter is a codeword as a safeguard against another Initiative incident, to stop the military ever trying that crap again, "Take seat colonel, I'll be back in minute", and with that the general walks out of the office. "what's an Omega situation" inquired Daniel.
"When the general returns we'll find out if you have the clearance to find out". Within a minute the general walks back into the meeting room, with a face like thunder. "It would seem that we are to extend every courtesy to you Mr Sabat, and to brief you fully on what we do here. Apparently they, that being the Joint Chiefs, were going to tell you in a week or so anyway. The timetable has moved up a bit that's all". That was refreshing to know, I was about to be entrusted with another top secret project. Oooh goody. Great, more work, just what I needed. Not!
It was at this point the meeting was adjourned for a couple of hours while we all got cleaned up, and refreshed ourselves. When 2pm, or fourteen hundred hours in the military, came and went, their brief started. I was told all about their missions, the Goa'uld, and other races encountered. It was briefing, full on with no punches pulled. This ended about 10pm, with a couple of breaks, multiple questions by me, and answers. My head was reeling. "General, would it be possible to have scanned copies of all the reports and documentation. I'm keeping a database, and think this information that would be useful. I will also give you a copy of mine when we have done my brief. Shall be say 10am with bacon sandwiches and coffee?"
I went to bed and slept like a log, with snakes headed demons trying to possess me in my dreams. I awoke early, and asked where the exercise room, or gym was. The airman said just down the hall. So off I trotted for some practice. I start with some light stretching, then went to hitting the bag a few times. I then started with a few slow Katas, and moved onto the more dynamic and powerful stuff.
It was at this point I got an audience in Teal'c and Sam, who seemed to be fairly impressed. Sam looked at me, "What martial art was that from, it looked like some form of Kung fu"
"That last one", when she nodded, "It was a very old Shaolin form. The ones before that were equally as old, but from an old ninja school".
"How many martial arts do you know?" I just smiled at this.
"What about you Teal'c, Sam, what art do you use"
"You will not have heard of it" If it was a Jaffa one that was quite likely.
"Sam, what about you"
"I don't really, just basic unarmed combat".
"Fair enough. Better go and get showered before the brief. See you later". And off I went to avoid any other questions. I hate having to explain myself more than once, it's one of my hates.
We were all sitting there awaiting my brief. They were all in airforce blue standards, I did however carry a few spare changes on clothes in the car. I received permission, and airman brought my things to my room. I decide to wear some jeans and a t-shirt, with some comfortable deck shoes. It was at this point I launched into my presentation. I told them that the beginning of world was all wrong, 'demons' had been here long before the dinosaurs and man. I explained the different types of Vampires, about Lycans. That the world still had these 'demons' living here, and the bar they had come out of yesterday was full of them. I explained that an Executive Order (i.e. Presidential) prevented them being brought in for questioning, or capture or medical study. I showed various pictures stored on my laptop; I sort of accidentally on purpose left out Immortals, but I did explain about magic.
I was actually given permission to go through the Stargate with SG-1 to a friendly planet. Just to experience what the travel felt like. I walked towards the glowing circle that had a surface resembling water. As I stepped through, it was like a thousand ice cubes touching my body all at once, while going through a force ten gale in a Cruise Ship. I've never been much for sea travel as I said. I got to the other side and was violently sick.
"You okay?" inquired Jack.
"Wish you could have told me about what it was like. I've always hated travelling by sea"
"You didn't ask"
"Thanks Jack. Is there anything I need to know"
"Silence there is someone coming" responded Teal'c in a harsh whisper. My sense of self preservation took over, dispelling the sickness as quickly as it came. The survival instinct can do that, or you end up dead.
We each ran in the direction Teal'c was pointing and took up defensible positions twenty yards away behind a few large rocks. Oh I hadn't described the place. It was like being in a forest on Earth, but before settlements and cities were built. Lots and trees, and bushes, large rocks to hide behind. For me it was like stepping back in time.
Ten, fairly large humans walked through a break in the trees towards the Stargate, each had chain mail armour on, with a large metal breastplate. The armour did not look like normal steel, and I presumed was probably bulletproof. In the middle of these men, was an immaculately dressed human in then same style, with an almost regal bearing to him. "Jaffa Kree".
It sounded a bit like, dog heel to me. Maybe they would jump through hoops in minute but I doubted it. "Someone has been sick here my lord" stated dog no.1, "and not long ago, maybe less than a minute". I was getting that sinking feeling again, and I wasn't going to be sick. It's onset just before you know something really bad is about to happen.
We all heard a ship or what is known as glider fly overhead. Suddenly all the 'dogs' made their way to wards us, "Oh crap" I heard Jack whisper under his breathe. My bloody sentiments exactly. "Come out from behind the rocks, we know you are there", that from dog no.1 again. "Come stand before your god". Sometimes things get real old really quickly. They must have used infra-red to see us. Damn damn damn!
Jack stood up, and came out from behind the bushes, with the rest of SG-1. I followed, no getting out of this at the minute. "Ah the infamous SG-1, who will die by their gods hand first" said the Goa'uld, looking straight at Jack. "Kill him Jaffa". Jack was going to be toast unless I did something. If SG-1 hadn't been there I would have killed them, but didn't want to risk their lives if they didn't get out of the way in time. I just didn't think the 'dog' soldiers were good enough to get me alone. But that wasn't the situation so time to deal. Out of the frying pan into the furnace.
"I will die, but I want it in the heart"
"So you are brave one"
"Braver than you snake face"
"You dare insult me?"
"I've not seen such a rag tag of group of amateurs for about ten years". This got me backhanded in mouth from the leader. If I could just annoy him some more they might make a mistake. Oh well, here's hoping.
"Is that the best you can do, my grandmother's dogs hits harder", another punch in the mouth, and hit in the spinal column with the back end of a staff weapon from dog no.1, I think. Being Immortal has its benefits, we are able to take an awful lot of punishment and my knees did not buckle under the onslaught. I just stood there.
My spine was still killing me at this point, and had blood dripping out of my mouth from the two punches. I controlled my Quickening and preventing healing, looking the Goa'uld directly in the eye. "Oh come on, can't you do better than that? Don't bother to use your wrist device thingy, it tickles"
"You really want to die at your gods hands"
"You aint even godlike in my opinion. I've performed better miracles when I was worshipped. Cast me down with a lightening bolt, ooh I forgot you haven't .."
My speech got interrupted at the point by the blunt end of a staff weapon straight into my nose. It was broken, blood everywhere. Although I wasn't healing, I refused to fall down. I then let my Quickening heal all of my current wounds right in front of their eyes. I turned to Jack "When I attack them, start shooting".
"What are you?" asked the Goa'uld.
I can stop normal guns, and computers, electrical items and various technological things from working, their weapons are an extension surely? That's what I hoped. With magic it isn't a case of I want something to burst into flame, and so it does. It takes energy, and their can be other effects on the environment. You could throw a fireball, but the area around the mage might covered in frost. Plus people who are sensitive would certainly feel something, usually their hairs stand up on their forearms and neck. Many feel like they can't breath temporarily, almost like the magic invades them or a sensory overload. Those are the common effects.
My power flared very quickly and very suddenly, reaching outwards for the anything technological or electrical. As it rolled across every one there like a rush of insects crawling over cloth, across their skin and down their backs; the effect was a bit like being connected to static charge generator, and inhaling very cold air all at the same time, or so I'm told. Those sensitive gasped very briefly, and the air had a preternatural chill to it now. You could see their breath coming from their mouth and noses.
"Shoot me you cowardly excuse of an animal" I said approaching dog no.1.
A person can shout at you how they intend to hurt or kill you through clenched teeth and raging anger in their eyes. Cold blooded killers have way of saying things sometimes, usually very calmly and very clearly, but just loud enough for you to hear what they intend to do to you.
This is what I did. I then said very calmly and very softly "I'm going to murder you" and advanced. He tried to open his staff weapon, which didn't work. He then obviously tried to press the fire button. Absolutely nothing happened. It was at this point they all tried the same. In the temporary confusion I pulled out my shoto, remember short sword, and slashed dog no.1 face open across the eyes blinding him. "You are going to die last remember this" I said to him.
I drew my other shoto & set about killing his associates. SG-1 killed the Goa'uld and a few others. I slashed a throat here, disembowelling there, inserting a hither and thither. It was at this point I sensed a murderous presence, and saw out of the corner of my eye, the Goa'uld parasite leaping in the air & heading straight for the back of my neck. "Oh crap" said Jack again, for second time that day. Oh crap indeed. It entered and burrowed into my neck and tried to wrap around my spinal cord and insert itself into my brain.
Strange thing about Immortals and Quickening. We have very high metabolic rates, we can get stronger through exercise and lifting weights; should we eat too much we can get fat. If something doesn't directly harm us, then our Quickening doesn't react. Alcohol is burnt off so fast sometimes it can be hard to stay drunk. Poison is the same, a normal fatal dose of cyanide for a human will not kill me. My body will neutralise and remove it. If I drunk a pint of it, other than the crap taste, my Quickening would be healing the body and destroying the damaging agent. So it was with the Goa'uld. I feel a surge of Quickening up my spine, electrocuting the offending parasite while my body broke it down like a large bit of bacteria.
While this was happening, the fighting was dieing down, pardon my pun. I saw dog no.1, he was crawling on the ground on all fours trying to escape. You could sense the fright and fear in him quite readily. While SG-1 mopped up, I approached dog no.1 saying quite calmly in his ear "There is no afterlife with any god, just cold oblivion" and cut his throat open from ear to ear. More blood everywhere. Like I said I can be a cold blooded killer sometimes. You didn't need mystical powers to sense his terror as he died in shakes and spasms.
"Sir look" Sam said pointing at me.
"Oh Jesus" screamed Jack, "You didn't have to kill him"
"Yes I did. Cleansio" I said. That last phrase was magic, and I visualised the effect and used my internal energies. All of the sudden the air around me vibrated and shimmered & blood started to disappear off my clothes and shoto. "Good as new".
"What, how did you.." Daniel was in the middle of asking and was very rudely interrupted. I had stopped concentrating, and a stray staff shot from a not quite dead Jaffa got me dead centre in the back. Death always hurts. Coming back was sometimes equally as painful, that gasping & fighting for breath as you sit up again.
Death by staff weapon is really painful, my insides were fried, broiled & some exploded as well. Yippee! "Don't leave my body here" and I died. I woke coughing and gasping for breathe, and sat up. As I opened my eyes, a sheet fell off me. It was a white sheet and that could mean only one thing. I was obviously on table probably a morgue somewhere. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"You're not a vampire are you?"
"Yes Jack I was supposed to dead, and no Daniel I'm not a vampire" I said looking around very briefly for other witnesses, of which there was a female doctor with short auburn hair with SG-1.
"That's impossible, no one can heal like that especially after their dead. At least no kind of Goa'uld that I know of" she said. I swung my legs off the bed, and stood upright.
"What are you exactly? Can you get the snakehead out of him" said Jack gesturing in my direction.
"I'm not a Goa'uld. I'm immune"
"As if, no one is immune to them"
"Run any medical test you like, I have no parasite inside me"
"Doc do the honours will you, till he's clean he does not leave this room"
"Are you saying that it cannot control you, or that your body can resist it like a bacterial infection" asked Daniel.
"Bit of both really".
After several X-rays, MRI scans all the while being watched like a hawk by two airman near the door. During this time I'd learned the doctors name was Janette Frasier. A few more hours later and the general came down accompanied by SG-1.
"Well doc, what's the verdict" asked Jack across the opposite side of the room, hoping I couldn't hear.
"He's telling the truth, no trace of any Goa'uld in or near his brain. He does not have any genetic markers that would suggest a Goa'uld has attempted to control him. Plus, he has no scars anywhere. He has totally healed from his wounds from the staff weapon earlier"
"No wounds or scars at all" inquired General Hammond.
"None. And to first examinations upon arrival he was dead. No pulse or heart beat. No heart period, it had exploded when he was hit earlier. Not to say, most his left lung was gone, spinal column broken. All scans show he is human, yet he obviously can't be" The General walked over in my direction.
"You want to give me something son? Tell me who or what you are"
"This must stay completely confidential, and off the record or no chance"
"I could hold you here indefinitely"
"Can you just get all non-essential personnel out of here and I'll consider it"
"You're not going to try anything foolish are you"
"I don't want to hurt anyone, just to be left alone and to do my job. Please de-activate any electronic recording devices too"
"Okay. But you must tell us the complete truth" Fat chance of that, but 60 would get me off the hook. "Colonel, can you turn off any electronic devices?"
"Sure General" and off he went. Within a minute he was back.
"Okay. I've mentioned all the usual preternaturals, but I missed off my race. The others may be immortal as a side effect of their condition."
"You mean vampires, Lycans that kind of thing"
"Exactly. I belong to another species, I am part of a species called the Immortals. Whereas Lycans and vampires are bitten, or sired etc. After our first death we become Immortal. There seems to be no pattern to it. We heal faster than any other of our cousins. Our power seems repel other preternaturals. But we do fight and kill one another"
"Kill how, and for what reason"
"As for the how, none of your damn business. The reason is the prize. You see when an Immortal kills another, the winner gains the others Quickening which contains all the others knowledge and power"
"You mean almost like stealing their soul"
"Similar Daniel. If the other Immortal remembers walking in a field with a friend three hundred years ago, so does the winner. Every memory the loser had belongs to the winner. Everything, no secrets"
"You still haven't answered the question about the Prize"
"No I haven't because no Immortal truly knows. It could be the ability to grow old and have children. Some say the Prize should not fall to an evil Immortal else it will spell despair, darkness and death for all mankind"
"I'm supposed to believe that"
"They've felt me using magic fairly recently. Imagine an Immortal with the essence of every other. Every experience since the dawn of man"
"That would be quite a power"
"Godlike is the word I would use General. Quite frankly I don't want it, wouldn't trust myself. But I don't want to die either"
"A Sensible precaution. How long ago were you born" Here comes the lie.
"About 300 years ago. Did you know that every friend, wife, or girlfriend I've ever had has been killed. At least bar one"
"I'm sorry to hear that. It must be a very painful life"
"Sometimes you have no idea. Am I free to go. None of this will be repeated to Upstairs as it were"
"You have my word"
"I know you probably all have questions. I'll even tell you how wrong your history books are but for now I need to lie down. I feel very world weary all of a sudden. Excuse me" And off I went to my room. There was something very trustworthy about these people. They had not lied to me during their briefing, I knew that. When a person lies their heart rate changes, and speeds up. No ones' hear rate had changed during the briefing.