Duke threw the rope to the boat up to the dockhands awaiting them. "I can assure you that you have nothing to fear from us. Rest easy."

"… not until I have my gun back in my arms…" muttered O'Neill.

"Brothers and sisters of the Adriatic!" Duke was standing on a large crate at the edge of the dock where he and SG-1 had just got off the boat, shouting out a group of about one hundred fifty. "By now you have doubtless heard of the travelers who came through the Oribis Pius." There was a mixture of nods and cheers. "Well here they are! And they bring proof that the Goa'uld like Februus are false!" There was a mass cheer that lasted several minutes.

"Carter, what proof do we bring?"

"… I don't know, sir… Daniel?"

The archaeologist shrugged.

After some more of Duke's speech, someone was very quick to point out that Teal'c was like the guards of Februus.

"Indeed I am a Jaffa, but I hold no loyalty to any Goa'uld. I used to be the head soldier to a Goa'uld called Apophis, and I did believe him to be a god, but these humans of Earth, the Tauri, showed me that such was not true. I joined the Tauri, and now Apophis is dead thanks to their help. The Goa'uld are not gods. They must be destroyed."

The cheers seemed to last forever as Duke led SG-1 to a large hut in the center of the small base. "I didn't know Teal'c could do a pep-talk like that," whispered Sam to Daniel.

"I didn't know Teal'c could do a pep-talk…"

"Here we keep weapons." Duke pointed to a box in the center and opened the lid. "I believe these are yours."

Jack grabbed his gun like a kid on Christmas morning. "Now I can rest easy." He glanced at Teal'c who looked unnaturally tired… well, kinda… well, he looked tired for Teal'c. "You okay, Teal'c?"

"I am fine, Colonel O'Neill."

"You look like you could use kelno'reem…"

After a moment, he nodded. "Indeed I do."

Jack nodded. "We all need to rest. Hey, Duke, anywhere we can rest… sleep… eat… drink…" He finally settled on, "All the necessary stuff?"

Duke showed SG-1 to a small building on the other side of the base. "These rooms are yet to be occupied. Rest and nourish yourselves as you deem fit. Then you can join us in our attack in three days."

SG-1 stopped short. "Attack?"

"Yes," Duke replied cheerily, and with a smile, he left.

Jack sighed, shook his head, massaged his neck, and sighed again. "Okay. Quick huddle-up in my room." After closing the door behind him, he turned to his team. "Well?"

"It appears that we do not have a choice, Colonel O'Neill."

Sam nodded.

They all looked at Daniel, who seemed lost in his own world. With a grunt of a laugh and a smile, Daniel shook his head, and muttered, "I can't believe I didn't notice it before…"

"Daniel…? Daniel…? Jackson!"

"Wha?"

"Didn't notice what, exactly?"

"This planet's name, Nevonda. First off, that can't be its original name. It must have been called that once the Goa'uld took over and created the prison and the Tok'ra Zohar arrived and helped make the Mar Adriatic."

"And you figure this… how?"

"Oh, right. Well, uh, the name 'Nevonda' has specific Latin origins. See, 'ne' stems from the Latin for 'not', and 'vonda' is derived from the Latin name meaning 'true image'. It all makes perfect sense."

Jack blinked a couple times. "If you say so. Now, to the important matter at hand…"

"Oh, the attack, right, hmm…"

"Stunning. You have such a way with words."

Daniel ignored him. "I see no way out of it, to be honest."

Carter furrowed her brow and ran her tongue along her top teeth.

"Shh. Carter's thinking…"

"Sir, what if we were to go along with it while one of us tried to get back to the gate, dial home, and come back with reinforcements. I mean, even with only SGs -10 and -12 we could easily take out the rest of Februus's people, and especially with the Adriatic."

"Any other ideas?" … "Okay. We'll go with Carter's plan. Who's going back? I know I'm staying here, and I know that Teal'c will want to stay too. Carter, Daniel, duke it out."

Daniel shrugged. "I don't care. Either way. I'm not too great at combat, though—at least not compared to you guys."

"True, but you do have the historical information that may be needed. I think you should stay."

Daniel shrugged again. "Okay."

"You'll need this." Jack pulled something from the inside of the front of his pants and threw it to Daniel. He caught it, but then—realizing where it had been—he quickly tossed it onto the bed. It was a GDO. "Oh, chill. It went no further than my pants. I had to put it somewhere they wouldn't find it."

(Meanwhile, at SGC)

Hamond walked up to the Stargate technician, CMSgt. Walter Harriman, sitting at the computers and screens and onlooking the gate room. "What news do you have for me, Walter?"

"Sorry, sir, but not long after MALP went through, it was destroyed." He replayed the last footage transmitted from the MALP.

Hammond sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "Goa'uld."

"Yes, sir. Do we send a team after them?"

"SG-10 is off helping SG-16 and isn't due back for another few days. And SG-12 is on temporary leave. Even if SG-12 would be willing to give up their leave, we can't pull SG-10 back…"

Hammond was quiet for a long time.

"Sir? What do you want us to do?"

Hammond sighed. "SG-1 is gonna have to get out of this on their own… They've been in worse…"

w007! props to walter! where would SGC be without him? n.n hehe