Back in the rooms in the guest house, Sam/Jolinar, Jacob, Daniel, Teal'c, and Jack are talking and making plans.
"We need to free Daniel, dammit!" Jack insists hotly.
"Of course, but if we just walk up there tonight and insist on them letting him go, we won't get what we want!" Jacob says sarcastically. "In fact, we'll probably just join Daniel - or worse."
"So help me god, if there is no other way, then that is what we'll do! I'm not letting Daniel get abused by that insane Goa'uld!" Jack exclaims.
"It may be easier to free him after tonights celebration. A Goa'uld will likely have many guards when out among the population." Teal'c says.
"Leaving Daniel to Pan to do with as he wants tonight! No!" Jack says. "Jolinar! You must have some idea! Have you ever been in a similar situation?"
Sam dips her head, giving Jolinar control. "I have. More than once, actually."
"You have? What did you do?" Jacob asks surprised.
"Not completely similar. I was pretending to be a minor Goa'uld, but otherwise, I..."
"Never mind that! What did you do?" Jack insists.
"I had to allow him to take me in any way he wanted for several months, before he started to trust me and I found a way to escape." Jolinar says bluntly, her expression showing that she is clearly not happy thinking about the experience.
"Okay, not what I was going for!" Jack says, then his expression softens. "I am sorry, Jolinar. I really did not mean to remind you of a bad situation. God knows I've been in similar situations myself, with no way out."
Jolinar nods wearily. "Not uncommon for anyone undercover among an enemy, unfortunately." She sighs. "There may be a way of freeing him. It is dangerous, though, and we will almost certainly have to run afterwards. Leave the planet, even if the chaapa'ai is guarded."
"Okay. Let's hear your plan," Jack says, hopefully.
"I would like to repeat that I don't like this plan!" Jacob grumbles. "In fact, I hate it."
"I know, dad." Sam sighs deeply. "I can't say I like it much either, but no one has a better one, and I agree with Jolinar that this just may work. So we're running with it, I guess."
"And if it doesn't? What then? I can't just let that brute do what he want to do to my daughter!" Jacob spits angrily.
"Don't worry, Jolinar assures me that even Pan wouldn't force himself on another Goa'uld." Sam says.
~Not unless we were a prisoner - or perhaps a very minor Goa'uld who he thought he could get away with forcing to obey his whims. But we would leave if he sets that as a requirement for a position.~ Jolinar quips in mentally.
~Of course, we can't leave until Daniel is free - and I can imagine us ending up as prisoners,~ Sam observes darkly.
~Do not be so pessimistic! We will succeed!~ Jolinar hesitates. ~Otherwise I will block you out from anything we have to do with him.~
~Awesome!~ Sam obverses sarcastically. ~I suggest we not mention this to dad. Or any of the others. Or talk about it again, ever!~ She grumbles.
They have bought the clothes and other things they need. Fortunately Sam and Jolinar already has a hand device, because that would be hard to buy there.
Teal'c is dressed as a Jaffa Horus guard. Jolinar has done a good job of concealing his Apophis symbol, but since it is raised and in gold, it will show if someone looks too closely, even with the Heru'ur symbol on top.
Jack wears clothes as a lo'tar, and hates the fairly revealing clothes - something which makes Sam grin, and Jacob tease him.
Jacob will stay and wait for them, with the weapons they have managed to get, mainly from the Tok'ra cache. He will wait near the Stargate for them to come, since they will have to hurry away, most likely.
Sam/Jolinar is dressed as a minor Goa'uld, in the very sexy and revealing clothes that is usual. She will pretend to have been sent by Heru'ur, to work for Pan.
"I don't like those clothes, Sam. That Pan fellow will think you're offering yourself to him." Jacob says.
"Dad, I explained it to you. The Goa'uld like to dress like this. It doesn't mean anything." Sam assures him. "And I have this." She lets her hand device glow.
"Okay, are we ready? It's almost time for the evening celebrations, and we don't want to be late." Jack warns them.
Teal'c and Jack pick up the gifts they are bringing, and they begin walking towards the palace.
Daniel looks on worriedly as a screaming young woman is dragged from the room. She is the third, after another woman, and a man, all young and good looking.
They have all been washed and dressed in clothing which is rather less than more. Daniel himself wears only a small loincloth and a pair of sandals, and his body has been rubbed with some sort of fragrant oil. He and the other nine captives had all been taken to a luxuriously furnished room, and told to wait. Food and drink had been served, but he had barely touched it, being really worried about what was obviously going to happen.
From the stories the others whispered, Pan was apparently extremely well endowed, not very gentle or patient, but with a fantastic stamina. A bad combination of traits if Daniel ever heard any.
"You should drink something at least," a servant tells him, holding out a cup with some sort of liquid inside.
"Why?" Daniel asks.
"It will, ah, help you. When you are honored by our god." The man explains.
Daniel shudders and take the cup, looking at the liquid inside. "Thanks. I think."
From the room beside, he hears a lecherous laughter and then another scream, followed by energetic thumping. Daniel drains the contents of the cup.
~You're sure Pan won't think Heru'ur has sent us to be his concubine or something?~ Sam asks worriedly as they are finally allowed entrance to the palace by polite Jaffa, who have nonetheless made them wait. Apparently Pan was busy.
~No, he will believe what we tell him. That we are sent with gifts to celebrate his new domain, and to assist him with anything that may be needed. And spy on him for Heru'ur, which would be the real reason we might be sent by Heru'ur to a new vassal, but Pan will not dare complain.~
~Good.~
~He may still hope he can convince me to be his concubine or consort, or whatever, of course, but it is not something he would have a hope of achieving immediately.~
~So we are safe?~ Sam asks.
~Yes, we are safe. As long as we are not found out to be a Tok'ra.~
Only slightly less worried, Sam observes as Jolinar walks ahead into Pan's throne room, seemingly completely self assured and without a concern in the world.
Ahead of them Pan sits on his throne, already ogling them the moment he spots them. This was going to be a long day.