Kowalski?
"Hey, Jack. Miss me? Well, then maybe you shouldn't have given the order to decapitate me!" As he said this he turned his head sideways to give a view of the back of his head, (or rather where it was supposed to be) while keeping a glaring, glowing eye focused on Jack. "Or almost." He finished eerily.
The presence of glowing eyes enabled Jack to swallow a small part of the guilt he felt rising to his throat, and choke out, "Well, then allow me to finish the job!" He lunged at his one-time friend and the two began scrambling on the ground in a deadly grapple.
Teal'c had been wandering aimlessly for hours. Even for an experienced Jaffa like himself, it was impossible to find a straight path through this mist. "O'Neill! Captain Carter! Daniel Jackson!"
"Teal'c!" He turned at the sound of his name. A few feet away from him the form of his former Master Bra'tac emerged from the mist. "There is something I must show you! Come."
Teal'c followed the Jaffa unquestioningly. His faith was rewarded when he beheld what was around the corner. It was a clearing full of Jaffa from different goauld system lords. "They are the resistance Teal'c. We are ready for our first strike. Chulak. We shall free our people at last Teal'c!"
He couldn't believe what he was reading! Daniel had read and re-read the inscription to make sure he wasn't fooling himself. No, it was true! "Sam, you've got to come see this!"
"What is it Daniel? I've found a very interesting piece of technology here. I want to figure out what it does." Sam replied over the radio.
"Sam, it says that there's a way to remove the goa'uld from a host! The answers are here, on this planet!"
Jack and Kowalski were scrambling for the Air-force issue knife. Evidence of the deadly nature of the grapple were the deep, seeping red slices on Jack's forearms where he had deflected the thrusts from meeting their more deadly destination. The fight was interrupted, however, when a set of rings descended upon the pair and transported them to a goa'uld ship above.
"Ahhhh, this is great…" Jack muttered as he was met by a group of Jaffa, all bearing disparate marks on their foreheads. Huh, that's weird, Jack thought. However, he was more absorbed by the sight of the service end of a staff weapon jutting into his face.