Chapter 33:

Narim was being escorted to his jail cell. Apparently, there is a planet where the most dangerous of criminals are held. Narim is now one, he was stripped from his traditional Tollan clothing and given a grey-orange jumpsuit. The cell was around five per square feet wide. Only on bunk with a window. He looked out of the window, the Stargate was located on an island a thousand leagues south from the island designated as 'Prison Island', the waves were rocking hard. Narim sat down as his cuffs were removed. The Jaffa looks down on him. "You are a fool trying to murder our Emperor." He spitted on the floor as he left. Narim only looks into the small window. "What have I become?" he said, a tear rolling down his eye.

Meanwhile, Sam was snuggling up to Jack, to be honest, with all the sex and other naughty stuff they had been doing in their free time, she is surprised she isn't pregnant yet. But she allowed herself to dose of in a peaceful sleep. With Anubis gone, only Ba'al and his allies remained.

Three hours later, Sam woke up to find Jack's hand trailing down her thigh. And boy was it turning her on! "Keep doing that, and I have no choice but to fuck you Jack." She warned. "Who says I wasn't counting on it?" he asked with a growl. Sam then said: "Oh you asked for it." as she rolled him on his back and straddled him. "My turn to do the work." She said.

Meanwhile, Ro'tak was sneaking off, he was trying to sneak his way to a room, the door opened and Sa'har's mother stood there smiling. "You made it. Come in.". But from afar, Sa'har was watching, he had a good feeling that Ro'tak might become his step-father, and he liked the sound of that.

Daniel was wondering through the corridors of the palace, he was kind of curious to see what he will find. He eventually found a giant portrait on the wall, it was Jack, in his Armour, well, the armour that Ares wears when he takes control. What he found odd was the name of the hallway.

'Hall of Emperors.'

Daniel got the idea. If Ares is to rule this empire, he'll need a host to balance the peace between symbiotes and Jaffa. Or if Ares grows old and another symbiote and host succeeds the throne. It was a form of heritage, history. Daniel loved the idea. He just hoped that there won't be need for him to be a host, that would be embarrassing.

"I see you found the hall of emperors." Came a voice that made Daniel jump. It was Kas'le. Daniel nods. "Yeah, I like the thought on this by the way.". Kas'le nods. "We hope for many years before the next emperor. O'Neill and Ares are our leaders. A new form of government, we plan on naming it, O'Neillism.". Daniel then asked: "It's a joke right?". Kas'le raised a serious eyebrow. "No.".

Daniel then kept his weird humour for himself. "Oh.".

Meanwhile, Sam just screamed Jack's name as she was settled on his lap, with him inside of her. Her body went limp as she collapsed on his chest. She rolled onto her side, laying next to him. "Boy, you know how to drive me to the edge.". Jack was quite happy he heard that. Atleast he knows Sam was enjoying herself. He only looked at her. "Well, we should rest, I got some planning to do with the council later.". And they both slept for another two hours.

Two hours later, the council was awaiting for their leader. But the big doors opened and Jack walked in. Sam was behind him as she took a seat next to him. Jack then looked over to the council. "Councillors, as you know, the System Lord, Ba'al, has united the system lords in order to destroy us. Ro'tak, as First Prime, how many troops are available?".

Ro'tak spoke up. "We have roughly 200 000 troops available with 50 000 currently at three other Off-World bases.". Jack made a note. "As we know, the next gathering of system lords, is in two days. All in favour to strike?". The councillors all raised a hand.

It was settled, in two days, they launch the strike, the strike, that brings the war, to an end.