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The Sun On The Horizon
Eight
Yu, Part Two
The day passed in a blur of colour, interspersed with moments of clarity that burned into Daniel’s brain and stayed, repeating on endless loops when the fog closed in yet again: leaving the Al’kesh and seeing a city framed by mountains, dominated by the enormous gabled roof of Yu’s palace; catching Yu staring at him as he sat at Ba'al’s feet surrounded by Jaffa; staring at a black stoneware teapot, identical to – was it the same one? – he had served Yu with when he’d first taken the place of his Lo’taur, Jarren.
Light refracted off the diamond shield over his eyes, dazzling him with multihued shafts of brilliance. He angled his face away to stare at the grillwork decorating the far wall. He sighed and shifted his butt on the cushion. His master continued his discussion with Lord Yu, meticulously dividing the spoils from their conquest, or… something. He felt the constant curious regard of Yu and the men and women of his court, crawling over his skin as if no part of him was hidden from their gaze. He ducked his head and eyed the elegant boots his master wore. If he sighed again, would his master look his way? He longed for just a glance. No. He might attract Lord Yu’s attention and that would make his master angry. His heart cringed at the thought of displeasing him. He looked at his feet. Wiggled his toes. They were a little dirty. He brushed them, concentrating hard on the task, so that his appearance would please his master. Like… Prize. That was it. Prize was always barefoot.
Like me…. We’re the same, Prize and I. Conc—
Images flashed through his head. It was happening more and more lately, leaving him confused and distressed: red hair, flashing eyes, fingernails that scored his flesh, red mouth…. A small whine escaped his throat. He ducked his head, anxious he had disturbed his master. A gentle hand petted his hair. A stern voice spoke somewhere above him, and his master’s voice replied, laughing.
He sighed, relieved, and contemplated his toes again.
Finally it was over. Agreement reached, sealed and celebrated with a feast. People around him were rising. His legs were numb. A hand under his elbow pulled him to his feet. Yu was leaving, and his mast—Ba'al, dammit, was issuing orders to his first prime. He stood, lost in the crush of bodies until suddenly Ba'al was there, a hand on his shoulder, turning him in the right direction. His skin shivered at the touch.
He smiled secretly under the veil and followed… his master.
Head bowed, he followed his master away from the audience chamber, through passageways defined by flickering bowls of flame and darkly textured draperies, the only sound the light tinkling of the bell charms adorning his leg. The long trek through the palace – surrounded by a silent, forbidding barrier of Jaffa, hearing only the tromp of footsteps and the tinkle of his chimes – helped clear his head somewhat. They were led into a large suite of rooms. He drifted to a halt some few yards away from… Ba'al. The Jaffa faded away into adjoining rooms, securing the exits and locking down the immediate area. Within moments, savoury scents of food floated from the archway through which Elsh had disappeared.
The first prime reappeared by the curtained windows. He gestured obliquely to Ba'al and then was gone again.
Slow, silent steps took Ba'al in a circuit of the enormous room. Intricately carved furniture sat in conspiratorial groups on finely crafted rugs, dotted about the central bed like islands on a mahogany sea. The bed itself was a sunken lagoon of red; satin pillows rose in waves amongst thick downy quilts. It lay some four feet below floor level, easily big enough to sleep eight people.
“Lord Yu was most intrigued by Our companion,” Ba'al said from somewhere off to Daniel’s right. Daniel turned his head, slowly tracking the voice to its owner. “He appreciates a fine looking body and has, We are informed, a large collection of Companions and slaves.” Ba'al was eyeing him speculatively.
Daniel blinked, peering through the fog in his head. He opened his mouth, then realised he couldn’t speak, so he wrapped his arms around his stomach, concentrated on breathing and bringing his scattered thoughts back together. Damn, he felt so out of it. He was watching the events around him but comprehension of them wasn’t getting through. He felt the same as when he’d been forced to stand next to Sam and watch a Goa'uld slither into Jack: that horrible, empty remoteness where emotions were banished. Exactly the same, in fact.
Goosebumps shivered over his exposed skin with the realisation. He’d been under the influence of Nishta while Jack was implanted. She… Hathor had dosed him with Nishta. No wonder his first clear memory of Hathor’s base had been stumbling on a bleeding leg through the tunnels. Ba'al was pacing and talking again, but Daniel tuned him out and concentrated on the memories that were circling just out of reach. The elaborate set-up of the fake base and her scanning of their memories – it was all just a sham, a cover for her real purpose—
Which was what? She wanted information from them, yes, but why had she dosed him with Nishta? She had denied it, lied about an immunity that Ba'al said didn’t exist. His stomach roiled at the half-denied thoughts that now came at him, hard and accusing. If she’d drugged him then it was most likely she had raped him again. Self-denial certainly wasn’t a part of Hathor’s personality and he’d been as helpless as a lamb. He was shaking now, fine tremors running through his nerves. But surely she hadn’t gone to all that effort and expense just to get him in bed. No, she’d been after something else, something they knew – he knew… just like… Ba'al.
Daniel swung around, and there he was. Right behind him.
“So quiet, Adon. Ease your thoughts, cherished one. Or, let us ease them for you.”
Ba'al glided to a halt in front of Daniel. Stood there, staring intently into his veiled face. Discomforted with both the heavy silence in the room and the speculation in Ba'al’s eyes, Daniel dropped his head, looking down at the fall of shimmering fabric covering his body. Soft manicured hands reached out and skimmed down his bare arms. He shivered, dreading the next, inevitable dose of the drug that would plunge him back into the fog he’d barely crawled out of. Ba'al remained standing close to his chest, and Daniel finally raised his head to look into those devious, dark eyes. For long silent seconds they stared at each other, captive and captor, parasite and human.
“Remove your clothing.”
Ba'al’s voice lay soft and gentle in Daniel’s ears, his expressionless face giving no clue to expectations. Daniel’s eyebrows curved together in puzzlement, then flattened out in refusal.
Quick as a striking snake, Ba'al’s hand curled around Daniel’s neck, the host’s mouth brushing against his ear. “We will not have servants gossiping to Lord Yu that Ba'al did not bed his catamite.”
Hot breath tickled in Daniel’s ear, adding more fuel to the flush of indignation consuming him.
“That is what Yu believes you to be – that and no more.” Mirth chuckled evilly down the side of his neck. Ba'al drew back mere inches from Daniel’s face. “It is why We dressed you as We have.”
Daniel pulled back, dread sinking in his gut. Ba’al moved with him, his mouth fastened over Daniel’s with possessive fierceness, his tongue invading and holding down Daniel’s own, allowing another powerful gust of Nishta to flood into him. With Ba'al’s cheek pressed hard against his nose, Daniel couldn’t help but swallow down the drug with a gasp of air. It gently burned into his mind, eradicating all attempts at resistance.
“We have no desire for you tonight, however beautiful you are. We are preoccupied with plans that must be settled before We leave this place. You will lay in Our bed and that is all. Your honour shall remain intact and Yu will know you for what We wish him to see.”
Sliding his hands down to Daniel’s shoulders, Ba'al turned his unresisting captive to face the side wall. A large panel ghosted open at an unseen command. Behind the panel sat a floor to ceiling mirror. Ba'al pressed close to Daniel, looking with open delight over his shoulder at their reflections and the realisation in Daniel’s eyes.
All day, the entire trip from Ba'al’s Hat’ak, through Yu’s city and palace – all the time he had been dressed like this. The shimmering fabric, which to Daniel’s own eyes – looking down his body – had seemed solid was, from anyone else’s perspective, entirely transparent. Every inch of his body was on display, nothing hidden, nothing private, nothing sacred. His whole presentation was that of a body for the use of its owner, and that owner was Ba'al. Appalled, Daniel was held in that wretched fogged state of powerlessness, mesmerised as Ba'al’s hands snaked over his throat, releasing the clasp on his badge of ownership. It fell to the floor with a dull clank. He slid his hands to Daniel’s shoulders, stroking betraying fabric, freeing hidden catchings, then a soft tug brought the whole thing slithering down Daniel’s body, coiling in a traitorous heap around his bare feet.
The bells about his leg chimed sweetly, announcing his humiliation to all. Daniel wrenched his eyes away from his nakedness, but there was nowhere else to look, except into the treacherous, gleeful depths of Ba'al’s eyes, staring directly at his in the mirror’s reflection. Ba'al slid a hand up under the veil, tickling through his hair and pulled his face close. “We would taste that which others have sampled.” The veil slipped loose from Daniel’s mouth and Ba'al’s lips fastened firmly over Daniel’s.
A shiver ran over Daniel’s skin, sweeping up from his legs, standing every hair on end. He felt so disconnected, adrift in the sea of Ba'al’s machinations, as if he were perched on the edge of a precipice, the merest touch enough to send him falling forever, shattering into irretrievable shards. He closed his eyes to Ba'al’s covetous smile and sank down within himself, seeking out some small part of his soul that was still him. Somewhere, something that would reassure him that he was still Daniel, son of Claire and Mel, husband of Sha’re, brother of Skarra, peaceful explorer and sometime inter-planetary archaeologist.
‘Sekhem.'
There she was – his rock, his lifeline in every time of despair, her warm strong arms were there to ground him, strengthen him with her love. Together they could face anything.
Unresisting, unresponsive to Ba'al’s caresses, his body moved where directed, accepted yet more of the soul stealing Nishta and was deposited in the cold embrace of the sunken bed. Gathered in his beloved’s embrace, Daniel fled the conscious world and finally found peace for a few short hours.
In the depths of the night, he woke to the sound of footsteps. Huddled in the enormous bed, red silk sheet wound around his body, he lay listening to Ba'al pace around the suite, muttering to himself, occasionally speaking to Elsh. Other times there were long stretches of silence, during which Daniel’s senses extended to breaking point, listening for the faintest sound, any indication that he was far away from the bed, and Daniel was for this moment, safe. He would sigh in relief, then tense up all over again, dreading each step or rustle of clothing that might be the Goa'uld, coming for him.
When he did sleep again, it in was disorienting, dream-filled episodes, memories of events he knew he had experienced jumbled with other, outlandish scenarios he could only hope had never actually happened.
He jolted awake, his mind clearer, the Nishta dispersing in his system. It must have been hours since Ba'al had last dosed him. He closed his eyes, cringing at the vision of himself in the mirror. Sam’s voice floated through his head; “Careful, Daniel. Don’t let her breathe on you.” Out of context, the warning sounded ridiculous, but with hindsight….
“Sorry, Sam. He got me.” And he finally had to acknowledge that if there was no immunity to Nishta, then it was highly likely Hathor had drugged him – all of them – the moment their unconscious bodies had been delivered to her. Was that why she had left Teal'c behind? He really was immune to her breath and would have uncovered her deception immediately. And Hathor had kept them captive for weeks. She could have, and probably had, done anything she wanted to them.
Unbidden, he touched his hair, the shorter length suddenly feeling foreign and vulnerable.
Oh.
The veil was gone. Outside sensations suddenly made themselves known. The soft bed he’d lain down on now felt harder, gritty, like sand. A gentle breeze touched his skin, and as his awareness expanded, he sensed a vast, open space around him. Daniel eased his eyes open, dreading what he would see. He didn’t expect fine, blue sand, tiny grains tumbling down miniature dunes a couple of inches from his nose. He sat up and stared, disbelief and confusion vying to swamp him.
Sand stretched as far as he could see. Same behind him, with the addition of a grassy bank some way off. Otherwise, there was only an achingly blue, empty sky. He turned and looked harder, certain he was still dreaming.
Sand. Sky. That was it, apart from himself and the red silk sheet still wrapped around his hips and legs.
Daniel pushed himself to his feet and swayed unsteadily, squinting against the bright light. It took a few moments to register that it was daylight hurting his eyes. Face pinched with confusion, he wandered a few yards, the fine blue sand pressing between his toes.
Where…?
Yu. Supposed to be on Yu’s planet. He turned, expecting to see the gabled palace behind him, but there was nothing.
Panic began to cloud his already foggy perception. His lungs picked up their tempo, inhaling the warm, clear air in dizzying gusts. Daniel kept moving in erratic, aimless steps, the momentum helping to at least keep the panic at bay. He tried to remember the previous day but could only retrieve disjointed flashes of dark halls and flickering flames, Ba'al staring at him through the mirror’s reflection. Humiliation rose, a tightening in his chest as the lust and possessiveness in Ba'al’s eyes burned anew into his soul. One hand clutched the trailing sheet around his hips as he kept walking. He stared intently at grains of powdery blue sand, desperate to scour Ba'al’s face from his mind.
He failed. His feet stumbled to a halt. Confused and aimlessly desperate, Daniel lifted his face to the sky and wished, desperately with all his heart, that he could wake up and be back at home in his own big empty bed.
A puff of wind brushed his cheeks, bringing faint scents of water drifting past his nose. The silence wrapped around him, cushioning him in unrealistic comfort. He remained like that long enough to lose his sense perception. The few sounds distorted and echoed, indefinable and far away. His body swayed gently in cadence with the wind’s caress. He was adrift. At peace.
Somewhere, a metallic sound broke the hush but it barely intruded on the fog in his brain. He ignored it, until a concussive blast hit his back, lifted him off his feet and threw him to land in the sand like a crumpled rag doll. Stunned, Daniel choked, dragged air back into his lungs and pushed his face out of the sand. He sat on his right hip, arms braced, numerous aches making themselves known along his left side. Something eclipsed the sun and he squinted up at the silhouette looming above him.
“We know this human.”
The voice was familiar. Daniel pressed a hand to his head to still the ringing inside it.
“Tau’ri.”
Call me crazy, but that sounds like Yu.
“The slave who served Us during the treaty negotiations on Earth.”
Watch who you’re calling slave, pal.
“Daniel Jackson.”
Hello, Yu.
The Goa'uld loomed over him, forcing Daniel to squint up at him. “What value are you that Ba'al would take you and keep you so close to him?” he asked curiously.
Daniel merely blinked up at him, trying to convey as much insolence as he could. As Yu’s expression darkened and his ribbon-wrapped hand came up, Daniel tipped his head back and pointed to the silencer embedded in his neck. He smiled – a hollow, mirthless smile – and shrugged.
Yu sneered at him. “You are nothing but a sleeping companion,” he decided. “Ba'al’s taste for a beautiful face and body are well known, and you are most desirable.” He ran his gaze over Daniel’s barely covered body, making him squirm. “We would even accept you into Our own bed,” he finished lecherously. Yu studied him, as if trying to decide if appropriating Daniel’s charms was worth making an enemy of Ba'al.
After some moments’ of intense and embarrassing scrutiny, Yu frowned and caught his eye. “How came you to be in Ba'al’s Court? Were you taken while interfering on one of his worlds?”
Daniel eyed him, thoughts rapidly sorting through a number of scenarios. Maybe he could stoke a little enmity between the System Lords and open a chance for escape for himself. Slowly, he shook his head, answering Yu’s question.
Surprise flitted across Yu’s face and was quickly gone. He didn’t like being corrected. “No doubt you and your people were surprised by Ba'al’s Jaffa and taken prisoner,” he declared.
Daniel shook his head again and raised his eyebrows, inviting Yu to try again.
Visibly annoyed at having to play twenty questions, Yu snapped out another possibility. “Then you were on a planet where you should not have been and were taken by Ba'al’s men. Did he set them to look for you or did you merely appeal to him when he was presented with his prisoners?”
Daniel answered the long question with a shake, a nod and a shake, although, truth be told, he could probably agree with the last question.
Yu reigned in his temper and sorted through the answers. “Ba'al set his operatives to search for you?”
Daniel gave him an encouraging smile.
“Were you taken on one of his worlds?”
Shake of the head.
“On a world under the dominion of another System Lord?” He was obviously about to get indignant if it had been one of his own worlds.
Another shake of the head.
“On a world outside the domain of the Goa'uld?”
Technically yes, but Daniel shook his head. Nearly there.
Yu was taken aback. Daniel had to swallow a laugh at the comic puzzlement on the Goa'uld’s normally haughty face.
“On your own world?” he finally asked, disbelief thick in his voice.
Daniel gave him a big nod and a clap of his hands.
Yu’s mouth dropped in astonishment. “Earth is a protected planet. Ba'al violated the treaty just to capture you?”
Daniel nodded vigorously.
Eyes narrowing, Yu growled, “Why? What makes you unique amongst a planet full of slave stock?”
Taking umbrage at the slave comment, Daniel carelessly shrugged, knowing it would just anger Yu further. A movement far behind Yu caught his attention but he quickly returned his gaze to the Chinese pretend-God. This should be interesting.
Yu leaned closer. He caught Daniel’s chin and tilted his head up. ”We shall know your secrets, slave,” he snarled.
Daniel lost focus as a sudden surge of vertigo swept over him. The nearer Yu got to him, the more off-balance he felt. He tried to brush Yu’s hand away but missed as the Goa'uld shifted his grip to his hair. He yanked Daniel’s head back, exposing his throat. A glint of sunlight reflected off a long sharp dagger that was suddenly descending toward the silencer on his throat.
Nausea and dizziness assailed Daniel as Yu brought his face only inches from his own. He scrabbled desperately for the knife, unbalanced and held upright only by Yu’s grip on his hair and the knee shoved forcefully into his side. Dimly wondering what was wrong with him, he clenched his eyes shut as the knifepoint nicked at his skin.
“We would prefer Our property remain intact,” a voice said mildly.
Daniel cracked open an eye and stared at Yu’s eyes, glowing hotly with anger. The knife withdrew, scoring a shallow cut across his throat in the process. Yu turned, keeping his grip tight on both Daniel and the knife.
“You will tell Us why you have taken this Tau’ri from his home. You have defiled the treaty and will bring the wrath of the Asgard down upon us all. Tell Us – what possible value this catamite can be to risk such retribution.”
Ba'al stood, arms crossed nonchalantly, the familiar smirk well and truly engaged. Daniel felt a sudden surge of relief and desire at his appearance. He sucked in a strangled breath and unconsciously leaned toward Ba'al.
“Ah, this one rises above mere catamite, dear Yu. This human, this… Tau’ri, has connections and attributes unrivalled by any other Goa'uld or human. His talent for deception is unparalleled.” Ba'al smiled openly, obviously enjoying himself. “Why, he even deceived your good self, Yu.”
Yu straightened abruptly. The knife was now pointing Ba'al’s way, Daniel was happy to see.
“Lies. We have had no contact with this Tau’ri for years.”
“Mmmm, that is what you believe. The truth is far different. Shall we tell you?”
Ba'al settled in the sand, enjoying himself enormously as Yu found he had the tactical advantage and was powerless to use it.
“Speak.”
“Have you not wondered what became of your former Lo’taur, Jarren?”
Daniel’s eyes widened, and Yu stiffened, dragging his head back further.
“The traitor Jarren vanished, no doubt Osiris disposed of him after he had done his bidding,” Yu spat.
Ba'al’s smile grew, and Daniel’s heart sank. He tried to brace himself for the backlash as Ba'al revealed the true events of his time as a spy.
“The Lo’taur Jarren never actually saw the venue for the System Lords’ Summit,” he began. “He was removed from your own palace, dear Yu, no doubt by a Tok’ra – probably one with a special affiliation to the Tau’ri.” Ba'al winked at Daniel. “The man who accompanied you to the Summit was in fact an impostor.”
“Impossible!” Yu scoffed. “We are not some mindless drone who does not recognise his own slave.”
“Yes…. We would also like to know how he achieved the deception. Never the less, We can assure you that when you arrived at the Summit, the man accompanying you as your Lo’taur was Daniel Jackson. We saw him with Our own eyes.”
Yu stiffened. He stepped back from Daniel, but didn’t release the painful grip on his hair. “You would make a mockery of Us before our brethren? You conspire with Osiris to assassinate Us to further the goals of the banished one, Anubis?” His voice darkened in tone with each accusation. He dragged Daniel sideways, forcing him to scrabble to keep his balance. The knife flashed in the morning sun. He lifted one arm in a no-doubt futile gesture of defence.
Then Ba'al was there, staying Yu’s hand. Daniel sat awkwardly in the sand, breaths shallow, heart thudding as the two Goa'uld stood over him and waged a silent battle of wills, knowing that his life would belong to the victor.
Nerve-straining minutes later, Yu lowered his knife. He pushed Daniel away from him with a snarl.
“There is much you do not know. And much to be gained from the Tau’ri’s continued life,” Ba'al said companionably.
Yu glared at him, but subsided. “Very well.”
“Excellent.” Ba'al clapped him on the shoulder and resumed his seat in the sand.
Daniel sat up from the sprawl Yu had sent him into, and crabbed sideways away from the Chinese Goa'uld, dragging the sheet with him. When he stopped and retrieved a little of his dignity by securing the sheet around his waist, an amused chuckle made him look up – to find he had placed himself next to Ba'al. Daniel glowered at him and tried vainly to suppress the Nishta’s incitement to touch him. He wrapped his arms around his legs and refused to look at either of them.
“By means we have yet to discover,” Ba'al resumed, “Daniel masqueraded as your Lo’taur. We remember him clearly. He looked most fetching in his servant’s attire. From Our enquiries, We have discovered that he was there to gain intelligence, no doubt using his famed linguistic skills. His plan was undone, however, when Osiris appeared.”
Yu growled with displeasure, but Ba'al continued on. “Our young spy then decided that he would capture Osiris and well, We are not entirely sure what he planned, only that he wanted to take Osiris with him.”
“Ridiculous,” barked Yu. “Why would a Tau’ri risk himself to capture a System Lord? He would have no hope of success. No, he was working for Osiris – attempting to deceive and assassinate Us!” He took a threatening step toward Daniel, but Ba'al raised his hand.
“He would attempt such a dangerous move if he were the lover of Osiris’s host, and hoped to free her,” he offered.
“Lover?”
Daniel raised his head and stared at Ba'al. Only Osiris could have told him that, so perhaps it was true that Osiris was a member of Ba'al’s triad. Yu, on the other hand, was looking less and less likely a member.
“Lover indeed.” Ba'al met Daniel’s stare and held it, continuing to address Yu. “We believe that when Osiris discovered his plan, he in turn captured our spy and departed the Summit with him.”
Under Ba'al’s unrelenting gaze Daniel felt his confusion return and increase steadily.
“Or, there is another scenario. It is entirely possible that you are correct, my dear Yu, and Our Daniel was taken and turned into Osiris’s operative before Osiris fled Earth. He was after all, present when Osiris was released from Seth’s imprisonment. It would have been elegantly simple to take the host’s lover and turn him, leaving him behind to gather intelligence on his race and await the time when Osiris would send for him.” Speculation glinted in Ba'al’s eyes, the smirk now replaced with contemplation.
What? No – that’s not what happened. She escaped… after she fried my brain…. Deep unease settled over him and he struggled to think clearly. She couldn’t have…. Admittedly his memories of the days in Chicago, and the frantic trips to Colorado and Egypt were very hazy but Janet had said it was due to being ribboned. It was, wasn’t it? It couldn’t be anything else, surely. But then… there had been that first night, after the funeral. He’d intended to fly straight home – hadn’t even brought a change of clothes – but Sarah had been so sweet and needed his help, he’d stayed, ending up late at night, back at her apartment and eventually in her bed. Yes, well done, Danny. You managed to sleep with another Goa'uld. That strange memory-come-dream unleashed by Ba'al’s machine resurfaced – looking down at his sleeping body through Osiris’s eyes. God, did she really do something to me? The thought of being an unwitting traitor to his team and the SGC took his breath away.
No! The Tok’ra were the ones who came up with the plan to infiltrate the Summit, not me. And yet, it was me they wanted. Me – the least likely to be a spy among aliens…. Oh, god.
Daniel refocused and found Ba'al had turned back to Yu. His fingers cramped from his white-knuckled grip on the red silk sheet. Yu was loudly declaring that Osiris had tried to kill him, and Ba'al responded with the suggestion that Osiris could have intended to kill them all, had they not agreed to his proposal.
The poison. Was Osiris behind that? Could he have planted the formula for the poison amongst the Tok’ra scientists? Surely not.
“Then why does this traitor still draw breath?” Yu’s anger intruded into his thoughts.
“Ah,” Ba'al’s silky voice was full of cunning. “We have taken Osiris’s spy and We are turning him to Our will. It is a lengthy and delicate process, but when we are finished We shall set him free, return him to his master, and he will do Our bidding this time. We shall gain intimate intelligence about Anubis’s plans and then We shall strike and obliterate that abomination from existence.”
Daniel gaped at Ba'al, completely flummoxed by this turn of events. Turn me into ‘your’ spy? Against Osiris? Against Anubis, whoever he is?
Yu started to laugh, a low, evil chuckle that set Daniel’s hair on end.
“We would be proud to have the Great Lord Yu Huang Shang Ti at Our side in this, Our greatest campaign,” Ba'al finished with a flourish.
“Agreed. And We demand the privilege of taking Osiris’s head for his crimes against Us,” Yu declared fiercely, his eyes flashing hotly.
Ba'al stood and the two Goa'uld closed ranks, standing over Daniel’s hunched form. “We would expect no less, Our brother. The galaxy will be rid of this scourge and the System Lords shall be returned to the might and glory that is Our birthright!”
The two clasped arms, sealing the agreement over their human captive.
Daniel sank his head into his hands, and clawed his fingers through his hair in quiet desolation.
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