One more, we are closer and closer to the end! Woohoo!

Enjoy!

M.

PS: I guess in the babysitter I already explain how bad I'm writing action. So just to refresh it, I really suck writing action xD

Chapter Twenty-five

She moved as fast as she could on the tiny ship without disrupting Naysa's sleep filling the now empty backpack with a new set of rations until it was as heavy as she could carry. She didn't know the Jaffa's business in the market or if they were still slaves or free.

She knew how the system Lords used to work and how the free Jaffa's moved. She had a bit of an advantage. In both cases, they probably left one or two of them behind on the ship while the others did their business. She only needed to get rid of those guards, and then, the ship would be hers.

Naysa woke up as she was still observing the window and wobbled towards her. "Mommy, ayirabumi," she pouted and caressed her belly. Sam grabbed her baby and gave her a little kiss on the forehead before standing up and walking towards their storage room. She took out their rations, and in a spur of the moment action, she gave Naysa the full pouch, and she grabbed a second one for herself. She considered that, if she wanted to be a worthy adversary for the regularly bulked Jaffa, she needed all the strength she could muster and at the moment, being famished wouldn't help.

Then, once they had finished, she urged Naysa to use the WC and finally, she placed her on the little playpen while she donned the backpack and whatever she could carry that she could drop to fight and would help her if they had to fly as soon as they managed to enter the ship. With one last look around, she grabbed the crystal with the directions, and placed it securely in her bag, before reaching down and grabbing Naysa.

The girl squirmed, she didn't want to be restrained any longer, and Sam knew that. Not that she was planning on restraining her, it would be even more dangerous having her daughter strapped to her chest than having her hiding in a corner during a fight.

"I'm not restraining you, Naysa. Just carrying you," she explained as if the girl would understand what she was talking about, but she stopped moving once she was placed on Sam's hip with her little legs hanging on one in the front and one in the back of her mother's lithe frame.

"I'm sorry, baby. I might put you in little danger right now, but if you don't come with me, I don't know if we will be able to survive," she bit her lower lip before opening the door and giving Naysa the typical quiet signal.

Looking more like a carrying mule than a warrior she came around her ship slowly, she thought she could distract the guards by talking incessantly and gaining time to attack them, but her plan it seemed would be worthless. At some point during her preparation, the guards moved somewhere else, or at least they were not outside. She considered a bit of luck since she had learned a trick or two on how to pry open a tel'tak without alerting people inside it.

She settled Naysa on the floor, between her legs and the ship and moved to open the door using the safety lock which was built on the side. The door slid open, and she waited for a second or two before entering, the guards were still nowhere to be seen. She pulled Naysa and their things inside the ship and closed the door behind them leaving all on the floor as silently as she could.

"Stay. Mek'oyeti." She instructed the girl who nodded looking around.

Sam knew time was against her, and she also knew that Naysa was in a very sensitive position at the moment. If someone were to open the door, her daughter would be the first thing they would see. With a deep breath and a lot of worries, she moved the meter separating her from the flight deck and found it empty. She smiled if she could make the thing fly she could get rid of the Jaffa's from air using the rings.

She hurried towards the main control and started the engines, and then she heard it the clashing of metal coming her way. She ran away from the monitor and close to the wall, hoping that the turn of the engine was enough to let them come straight to the flight deck without noticing Naysa.

Two jaffas entered the room, and she ran towards the cargo bay, hoping to find some sort of weapon to fight them. She felt the movement of the ship landing again and heard them having a discussion, probably on how the hell the ship had started itself. She knew she didn't have a lot of time, it was a matter of seconds before they began searching and Naysa was found. And then, she heard it, the classic sounds of a staff weapon being aimed.

"Aray kree!" the Jaffa told her loud and clear. She turned around and found what she could call a boy holding the staff weapon while trying to keep it steady.

"Chel hol, Cha'tii. Hol mel," she grinned as she walked forward hoping she had actually greeted him and asked him to hold the fire

"Kree!" He fired at her, and she heard the other two approaching on the run.

"Hell, now you leave me no choice," she complained and grabbed the staff weapon in the way Teal'c had taught her, and soon, the weapon was hers, and the young Jaffa was knocked on the ground.

The other two came closer and looking at their mate on the floor attacked her. They were stronger, and she knew it, but she was very well trained and armed. And moreover, this was her only chance to get home.

And then, Naysa appeared at the entrance of the cargo bay. Her presence distracted the jaffas who didn't know what the child was doing on board or when she boarded allowing Sam to compose first and knock them out cold with a well-placed blow to the head. She grabbed Naysa and locked the cargo bay leaving them inside.

Then, she hurried to her ship to find something to tie them up when she heard the clattering of the group approaching. Deciding against reaching to her ship and possibly spend too much time on it and the chance to steal the ship and even more importantly, giving them the chance of leaving with her daughter inside. Sam ran towards the tel'tak as fast as she could, she reached the ship and didn't dare to look back, she heard the staff weapons being fired and she dived in as soon as the door allowed her, before locking it with a different code.

The Colonel ran towards the flight deck and started the engine again, this time she elevated the ship and took off. She moved the ship away from the reach of the staff weapons, and when she saw no one following her, she took it out to orbit. She was sweating nervously; she didn't know if they hadn't been part of a bigger group, maybe they were sent by someone in an Ha'tak. She had no choice; she had to leave the unconscious Jaffa on the market or carry with their deaths. She found herself reaching the outside of the planet and closed her eyes, waiting for a radio call that never got. She opened her eyes and found that, even if ships were orbiting the planet, none of them were those regularly given to the Goa'uld. She sighed and walked to find Naysa who was now sitting on the flight deck floor next to the bag of rations; she kissed her daughter's head before standing up.

Her heart was still beating fast, the adrenaline keeping her on edge. She exhaled slowly and entered the code to open the cargo bay, the door slid open, and she pointed the staff weapon before entering the cargo bay. The Jaffa were still out cold, and she thanked her lucky star for that.

Slowly, she dragged the three bodies inside the ring, carefully setting them to safe travel. Before starting the ring and sent them to the market. With them out of the way, she walked towards the backpack and found the crystal memory and set on preparing their trip.

And once the purplish light of hyperspace was surrounding them, she started to feel again. She left herself slide to the floor next to the control panel tiredness taking over, and then it was the way her muscles were aching in all the places that were hardly abused. After that, the pounding in her head and the need to puke and cry, now that the danger was out of the equation and she was going to take them to Sakkara. And then, Naysa walked towards her, and her tiny hands were placed on the staff wound she didn't notice she had.

The colonel yelped in pain, and Naysa started to cry. She tried to calm her daughter the best she could, and when she managed, she checked the reason for the whole incident. It was a light wound probably from the kid. It was nothing more than a graze, but it hurt like hell, and it wasn't the only one. She had one more on a leg. She swore to herself since all her health things were left behind on the puddle jumper. And now that she noticed them, it appeared that they wouldn't stop hurting her.

And finally, she passed out.