Hey guys! Thanks for waiting. I haven't been sure how to proceed with this but then it hit me! So here you go! I'd like to say spanks to: SuicidalLipsroom777, Thoughtless Drumming (my two ever faithful reviewers!), MistressMasquerad, Chickenishcheese, and FireoniInu.

Before I start this chapter I'd like to announce this winner of the 'Mary-sue challenge'. Everyone give a great big applause for drum roll… Lt. Commander Richie! Well done to everyone else who participated, you all made this extremely hard for me to decide! Lol but honestly who could resist the 'Multidimensional Anti-Mary Sue Broom Closet'. With that said on with the chapter!

General Disclaimer Applies.

The old:

She caught a glimpse of Warren and Layla at the back of the class as a feeling or relief came over her realizing that she'd at least know someone.

"Ahh yes you're Miss O'Neill. I'm Mrs Odell and I'll be your arts teacher this year. If you'd just like to find a seat then we can get started.

And now for something completely different:

'Que imperial march' as now we travel to meet with the bad guys of this story.

"Have you located her yet, Rish'kel?" a dark, male and slightly metallic voice inquires of the shaking figure before him.

"Yes, my lord. She is on earth. I am yet to pinpoint her exact location" Came the surprisingly steady reply.

Rish'kel could not see the system lord before him, for his back was turned, but knew all too well what failure meant. He just hoped that the little information he had would do. In anxiety Rish'kel cast a quick glance around the room, looking for all possible escape routes, should things not quite go according to plan.

The main chamber was ominous in size with ornately gold carved walls, covered in hieroglyphs. Shimmering curtains in a multitude of colours fell from the ceiling along the walls at intervals, while fire burned from bowls in the intervals. While being a large room it was devoid of all furniture, save for the gold throne at one end.

Rish'kel 's attention was suddenly brought back as the man in front of him as he turned around.

"You have done well Rish'kel but I fear, not good enough". He said, face bearing an evil smirk. Calling to one of his minions,

"Jaffa Kree! Take him to the cells, extract all information, then dispose of him." Looking around before yelling, "I want another bounty hunter in here within the day!" then suddenly storming out of the room.

"Yes, Lord Apophis." Dutifully the guard took Rish'kel away to do his lords bidding.

/ok ok I know its amazingly short but tomorrow you'll get the rest of it. Its just been ages since I last updated and I thought I'd at least give you something. The bad guys need their own chapter I think but hey let me know what you think!

A Jaffa is like a soldier

Kree means Attention/ come./