(P4x79?)

SGC Excavation camp

Jackson wasn't sure how he managed to survive. One minute he was onboard the ship, and everything was blowing up. And now here he was, alive, wherever here was. For a little while he wasn't quite sure if he was alive at all. He had first thought he had died and had somehow ascended, but he wasn't ascended. No Ascended can feel pain, especially not like this. Jackson kept his eyes closed, for his head hurt so bad he couldn't open them. It was then that Jackson realized that the enemy ship most have transported them there when the cargo ship broke apart. After some time passed, he wasn't entirely sure of how long, he felt someone kick him in the side. This caused him to open his eyes and he was momentarily blinded by the bright sun. Once he regained his vision, Jackson saw that he was lying down near the excavation camp, and the place was deserted. Jackson was pulled onto his feet.

When he was able to stand on his own, they released him. Jackson looked around and saw that the others were also with him, and were for the most part uninjured. Teal'c was ok, except for a few minor cuts. Carter had a big gash across her forehead, and blood still trickled down the side of her face. The members of SG-7 had various injuries, but still looked ready to fight, but were unarmed as was everyone else. Their weapons laid in a pile nearby. Jeak'ma had blood spattered on his Jaffa armor, but he seemed alright, and if Vik'lar was injured, he didn't show it. Bratak was the worst off. His right hand was holding his blood-soaked left arm and at the elbow he could see that Brataks' bone was protruding out. His breathing was harsh and irregular, making Jackson wonder if he had some broken rib bones as well.

It was then that Jackson saw those who had brought them here, the ones responsible for their being there. He at first thought they were Unoses, but then realized they weren't. They resembled the Unos, but were larger, light blue instead of green, and stood taller. Questions swirled around in Jacksons' head, but he had a hard time organizing his thoughts. Jackson did a quick head count and noted that there was around fifty of the creatures in the area. They did not talk, and they didn't move at all. They stood stock still, and Jackson was just about to address them when their leader came forward. He had his back turned to them, and when he spoke his deep voice boomed.

"Humans," he said in impeccable English. "Know that you are now the captives of the mighty Be'nox." He turned towards them, a glint in his eyes. "We have returned." You are now the captives of the mighty Be'nox."

"Who are the Be'nox?" Carter asked, and expected to be hit in punishment for speaking, but no blow fell upon her.

The leader turned and studied her, but did not answer her question. "The Tari and the Jaffa," he said in contempt. "Such special names for people who are nothing more than mere humans, but do not think I don't know about the differences between you." He began to walk around the members of SGC, his hands clasped behind his back.

"The Tari," he began, "the evolutionary descendents of the Ancients. I suppose that would make you superior to your predecessors, but I can see that is not the case." He picked up a P-90 from off the ground, studied it briefly, then threw it down in contempt. "It appears your brains are not as advanced as the Ancients once were. Your knowledge, your technology, is primitive compared to theirs, but of course you already knew that. How depressed you must be, for not living up to their expectations of your kind. They left this galaxy for you, ventured off into another place for you, all because they didn't want to interfere with your development."He stopped in front of Jackson. Jackson could feel the putrid breath of the Be'nox that stood before him. "I must admit, at first I thought we had come across surviving Ancients, but I quickly realized my mistake. How could we ever fear a race that still uses projectile weaponry to kill?" Jackson didn't say anything in response, but glared at the creature in front of him.

The Be'nox laughed and turned towards the Jaffa. He sauntered over and stood directly before Bratak. The old man looked the leader right in the eyes, and neither broke their gaze. Then the leader looked at the other Jaffa present. "The Jaffa. A warrior race. Your kind was enslaved by the Go'ald, spread across the galaxy, trained to fight for your "gods", and forced to serve as incubators for a superior race. The fact that you defeated the Go'ald doesn't surprise me at all. They were weak and greedy. Not at all the proper bearers of our legacy."

"How do you possess such knowledge?" inquired Bratak.

The leader turned his head in response. "There are few things about this galaxy that we don't know." And his eyes flashed blue.

For about the hundredth time that day, everyone was shocked. "You're a Go'ald," Jackson said stunned.

"That is an incorrect assumption, but close, for a primitive human," the leader remarked. "We are the Be'nox, the predecessors to the Go'ald. The Go'ald evolved from us, so to speak. However, we are by all rights superior to them in every conceivable way."

"That's why you came here," Carter said, speaking her thoughts aloud. "This must be your homeworld as well."

"Our earliest histories began on this planet," the leader said. "We grew and populated this place for a very, very long time." The leader paused for effect. "Until we came across our single most defining event, that is."

"What was that?" Jackson asked, curious despite himself.

"I believe your comprehension of our past is irrelevant, human. I am curious, however, to see just what you do understand. My other human subjects did not yield very promising results." Jackson began to worry. The leader walked right up to him, and held up his right arm, his hand parallel to Jackson's forehead. Teal'c tried to move forward to stop him, but one of the guards forced him to the ground. Jackson closed his eyes, but the pain he expected did not come. Instead he felt darkness fill his mind and lost consciousness.