(A/N) I know this chapter is a little boring, but it will get better! I will be updating often now because finals are over! WooHoo! I don't know anything about SG-12.

DisclaimerI certainly don't own anything Stargate related. This goes for the first chapters and all that.

The light from the wormhole flickered, casting eerie shadows on the wall. SG-12 immediately took out the guards upon arrival. A serpent guard came charging down the hall and fired seven shots in quick succession. Only one member of SG-13 was wounded, but the damage was done. He screamed as he fell, alerting any guards who hadn't heard the gunfire to their presence.

Sam and Daniel walked into a full blown firefight. Daniel took cover behind the DHD while Sam slammed herself back up against the wall and slid toward the wide door of the cargo hold.

"Major Sandrom, what the hell happened?" Sam screamed over the gunfire.

"We received resistance! Kursch is hit! We don't get outta here soon the damned jaffa'll have us cornered. Hell, they already have," he yelled, and continued to fire.

Just then Sandrom slid down the wall with a staff blast wound to his chest. Kursch was still screaming curses at the jaffa when a serpent guard zatted him into silence. The two reamining members of SG-12 looked at one another and then at Sam. She nodded once; she understood. Daniel just continued to fire his barretta until he was zatted.

As one, the three survivors fell to their knees and held their guns above their heads.

"Cree! Holnel chanaque!" The jaffa ceased firing and rushed forward and tied up their new prisoners. A few huge, unarmed slaves came in to drag the bodies out.

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Sam was drug into the throne room and forced to stand in front of Ammonet.

"Bow before your goddess, Ammonet," the parasite in Sha're's body commanded. Sam raised her chin, and the ribbon device flashed toward her head, sending a hot searing pain ripping through her body. She struggled against it, even grabbed Ammonet's arm, but it was of no use. Sam fell to her knees once again, gasping for air as the Goa'uld released her hold on Sam's mind. Ammonet smirked and lowered her hand

"You are weak, Tauri! Nevertheless, my master will enjoy breaking you," she sneered, then her eyes flashed once, and she turned and strode purposefully out of the room. Sam slumped over, trying to catch her breath. The relief was short lived.

Apophis entered the room, head held high, and sat on his throne with the arrogance to rival that ofany politician.

"So we meet again, woman of the Tauri."

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I'm open to suggestions. I know where this story is going, but I would like to know what you would like to see happen in the story.