Tami rushed towards the kitchens; she was late for her shift. She burst through the door of the kitchen, and then looked around. Sardinia glanced up and smiled at Tami, her dark blue eyes lighting up. All the servants joked that Sardinia would help anyone, even if they had tried to kill her in the past. Tami smiled as she walked over to her.

"So, what we will be washing today?" Tami asked her. They were dish-washers. They both could stand being elbow-deep in steaming hot water, a fact that made them very useful.

"Well, simplified the Goa'uld guests will be having a feast." Sardinia said.

"Ahh... Meaning lots of cleaning."

"Indeed."

Tami sighed; they had been cleaning dirty dishes for about an hour. How much can those Goa'uld eat? She thought. Sardinia heard her sigh and asked, "Are you tired?"

"I'm tired of washing dishes, if that's what you mean." Tami answered.

Malek, I'm stuffed. How much more are you going to eat? I don't think my body can handle this much food.

Do not worry, Amb. I am filtering out most of the food. You have nothing to worry about.

Thanks Mal.

You are most welcome.

Malek reached for another drumstick, knowing that if he didn't eat anything else, all the Goa'uld would look at him strangely. Luckily, there were no problems in being dropped off by Aldwin & Gerim and last he saw was the Tel'tak flying off into the atmosphere. Apophis himself was sitting on his throne where his slave girls rubbed his hair, he looked quite pleased.

Oooh, what I would give to just punch him in his stupid nose.

Easy, Amb. That type of thinking will get us nowhere.

I know. I just want to revenge my friends' deaths. Many Tok'ra have been killed by Apophis.

I do as well. Believe me; it is taking a lot of self-control to not leap up and punch him.

Just then Apophis stood up, "How would you all like some... entertainment?" At the nods, he motioned to a Jaffa. Malek couldn't hear what he said, but he had a feeling it wasn't anything good.

Tami suddenly smiled, her shift was finally over. Since she was so young, they made all her shifts very short. In fact, there was Zamia, who took over for her.

"My shift's over. Bye, Sardinia."

Sardinia looked up and smiled, "Goodbye, Tami."

Tami smiled back and left, almost 15 feet from the exit of the kitchen, a Jaffa grabbed her arm.

"Kree! Apophis wishes for entertainment, you will provide it for him." Tami's eyes widened at these words. She tried to run, but the Jaffa easily pulled her back. Tami struggled for a minute, and then sighed, it was no use. Looks like I'm going to have to provide entertainment for the great, big, evil snake. Oh joy, she thought, as the Jaffa yanked her along.

Malek glanced up as the door opened. A Jaffa came in, yanking along a young girl who looked terrified. Malek instantly felt pity for her; she only looked 13 or 14, at the most 15.

She's terrified. Amb noted.

Indeed, I feel pity for her.

Tami looked around, noting that an entire room of men was looking at her curiously. She hoped that Apophis' idea of entertainment didn't mean what she thought it meant. She was then yanked along to Apophis' side. He put a hand out on put it on her arm and squeezed it. He then spoke.

"This young female is Tau'ri. She was born on the first world and raised. I have decided to... put her out as a potential host. Do any of you have a young symbiote that is ready for implantation?" Apophis asked the room.

Tami noted that most of the men looked surprised. Especially the one in the middle of the table on the right side, Tami thought he was actually quite nice looking, with thick brown hair. There seemed something different about him. Tami gritted her teeth when Apophis suddenly grabbed her hair and jerked her.

"She is... tougher than the average child." He said, sneering. That annoyed Tami... greatly.

"For your information, I'm 13, a teenager not a child, Snakehead!" Tami said, glowering at him.

"She has spirit as you can tell." Apophis said; he had gripped her hair tighter when the insult flew at him.

I personally like her, she called him a Snakehead! Nice...

I have to admit, that was good. Malek stared at the young girl interestedly.

Apophis suddenly stood, dragging the girl along with him. Malek watched them.

What is he doing? Amb wondered.

I do not know.

Apophis opened his mouth, but he never got any words out, because suddenly the palace shook.

A loud male voice yelled, "We're under attack!" Apophis looked around, he halfway tossed the girl at a Jaffa and then he disappeared, presumably to hide... or to flee. Malek glanced around, all the Goa'uld were running for cover. The Jaffa were as well. Through the haze caused by the walls breaking, he could see the young girl running; her Jaffa capturer had let her go in order to flee.

Follow her; she may know a safer way out! Amb said. Malek ran after her. Through the haze and the smoke, he could hear screaming and could see figures running for cover. The palace shook again; Malek could hear death gliders. In front of him, he could still see the girl running.