Stargate Command - USA

Daniel Jackson had made a mistake in putting on the ring. The archaeologist had given the ring spirit enough power to feel the other Millennium Items and those compatible with Shadow magic. The most important thing was, he could sense his host and not the Pharaoh's host. If he could get his host, then he could claim the other Millennium Items and then rule the world as he wanted, without Zork dictating what was going to happen and the Pharaoh's host intervening. It felt so free without Zork invading his mind, controlling his thoughts. Zork had been a part of him for so long that he'd forgotten what it was like before Zork was around.

He picked up his ring and hung it around his neck. It blending in with the image of the ring that was always projected. Using the shadows to hide the item. He was already invisible to everyone except Daniel Jackson. He would have to be extra careful to avoid the doctor of archaeology. He continued wandering through the halls and avoiding anyone that may cause problems. His host was close, it was so tempting to possess him from this distance, but that would make the ring vulnerable. He needed to be closer to Ryou first.

He took his time finding out about his current location. Listening to the people of the base. Looking for routes to and from the other Millennium Items. How quick it was going take to get from Ryou to the other items and then to get out from the building. He had a short amount of time, depending on the situation that Ryou was in and his location in this building.

From what he could gather, he was in a top-secret military base in America. How the Millennium Items had ended up in America, he wasn't exactly sure. What he remembered was the Pharaoh and his host completing the ceremony. Crossing over to the afterlife, finally at rest and then being dragged back to the living world with the Pharaoh. He had killed the archaeologist who disturbed his peace. He kept on killing anyone that had put on the ring since. He didn't know how much time had passed since he'd last been with his host. It could have been days or it could have been millions of years. One thing he knew for sure was that it wasn't millions of years since the technology hadn't changed too much or the languages that used by the people who'd picked him up. That was one of the interesting things about being a spirit who'd existed for thousands of years, you get to see the progression of language and culture first hand. The archaeologist who he'd allowed to live, he would have a field day with his knowledge or history having lived through it.

He should have continued going through Daniel Jacksons through more thoroughly. He'd got excited when he'd seen his host as a child within the doctors memories. The man did not look like he'd aged more than fifteen years, that meant he had a high chance of his host still being young and agile. Daniel Jackson had been an interesting person, he would have let him live temporarily to be his host for that reason. No one could be his permanent hosts but Ryou. Using anyone else as a host just felt wrong. Like wearing an itchy knitted jumper that was far too small or underwear that rode up regularly and pitched. Then he had the hosts that seemed too baggy and loose to wear their body long term. Ryou was the only host that felt right. It didn't even feel like he possessed someone when he commanded Ryou's body. It was as if he had his own body back. Everything felt, looked, smelled, sounded and tasted right when he was in Ryou's body.

He wasn't sure what to do once he had control of the Millennium Items. He never wanted world domination, that had been Zorks plan. His goal had been to get revenge on the Pharaoh and his priests who'd order the death of his family and village in order to complete the ritual to create the items. The thieves, murderers and rapists who made up the majority of the village. They'd also butchered the elderly who'd managed to survive the cruel world to be killed in the most brutal way. The innocent men and woman who ended up in the village as slaves or hostages who never had their ransom paid. The innocent men and woman who had the misfortune of being born into a criminal village despite not following in their ancestors footsteps. Worst of all the children who were not old enough to decide on what path in life they were going to take. The only thing he knew was he wanted to keep the items away from the Pharaoh and the Pharaoh's host. He needed to find a way to put his families spirits to rest.

Once he was happy with the location of everything in the base, he walked towards his host's location. He was being guarded by two men. He was able to draw enough power from Daniel Jackson to put both men to sleep. He tried opening the door without any luck. He searched both men but didn't find a key. He opened the meal flap and pushed the ring through.

His host was on the other side and put the ring around his neck. Everything felt right, his power was returning. He got to work on attempting to open the door once again. This time a lot easier with Ryou's body. His spirit image changed, he no longer looked liked his ancient self. He once again looked like his chosen host. Wearing khaki green pants and a black tank top.

Through the other side of the door, he could hear the men he knocked unconscious waking. He tucked the ring into his shirt, letting Ryou take control. Slipping back into the Shadows. The men entered the room and held out a weird gun like object that looked like a child's toy. Blue sparks came out the gun, Ryou wasn't able to dodge in time. His chosen host fell to the floor, his own vision going black. The ancient spirit retreated to the ring before he fell unconscious.

SG-1

When he came to he was no longer with his host, he was also outside of the ring. The mind link with his host was still weak; it was only a thin thread. One thick enough to feel his hosts presence, but too thin to communicate through. He tried to return to the ring but found he couldn't. He walked over the ring sitting on the table. He couldn't touch it. A force field was preventing him from reaching the ancient artefact that housed his soul. He didn't know what magic or scientific method it was. His felt weak from being separated from the Ring like this. In the thousands of years that he'd existed as a spirit he'd never been separated from the Ring in this way before. He'd only ever been temporarily separated when he'd been sent to the shadow realm. Even then, he still had a connection to the ring. His head was hurting because of the separation he currently felt.

Daniel Jackson was in the room with a woman he had not seen before. He walked around the room. The woman was following him. She could see him. How could she see him? He didn't know how she could, but assumed it was related to the fact he couldn't access his ring.

"What have you done to me?" He asked, sticking to his ancient dialect. He didn't want to give away that he could speak the modern languages.

Daniel translated for the woman, he waited patiently.

"It's a technology gifted to us by an alien race. It will not allow you to touch the Millennium Item or leave this room." The woman replied.

The spirit attempted to keep his face blank of emotion until Daniel translated for him. Then he cursed freely.

He walked to the doorway that he'd noticed was kept open. He couldn't walk through the door. He was trapped in this room, outside of his ring. He cursed freely.

"What do you mean by aliens? From across the sea?" The thief asked.

"Other planets," Daniel replied. He translated for the woman after he'd answered.

The thief scoffed. As if aliens were real. Now monsters from another dimension parallel to their own were real as was magic, but aliens from outer space were not.

"He doesn't believe aliens from other planets are real," Daniel told the woman he now knew was called Sam.

"I hate not being able to speak the same language, makes this so much harder. Ask him why he now looks like Mr Bakura?" Sam asked of Daniel.

He hated this waiting game of translations before answering questions, but he would win the game that he'd started.

"Figure it out for yourselves. I'm not answering." He smirked. He wouldn't answer their questions so quickly. "How come the woman can see me? Is it because of the magic you use?"

"It's not magic, it's modern technology, created by science. Magic isn't real. How come you're not asking why I can see you?"

"You can see me because you put on the ring. I assure you, magic is very real. Not everything has a scientific explanation." The thief smiled.

The scientist kept asked him questions which Daniel would continue translating. He got to the point that he stopped talking. He was bored. But he wasn't going to ask them for entertainment. Eventually, they left him alone. He couldn't leave the room, or touch the ring. His Shadow Magic was also limited being cut off from the Ring. He still had a small amount of his own magic, but would leave that in reserve for when the time came. He would eventually escape, but for now, he would wait.