The Sentinels Chapter Fifteen
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emeraldsnakesSummary: SG-1 has learned that not all the Ancients died out. Jack O'Neill is one of them. As enemies rise and fall the Sentinels are forced to come out of the shadows and take the stand as the Greatest Race impacting the course of history like never before. Slash
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Chapter Fifteen
"Malek has yet to return Anise," Garshaw told her. "There is no possible way he could have destroyed those artifacts."
"But who else would?" Anise growled. "We are assured of the loyalties of everyone else on this base."
"We were assured of Malek's loyalty as well if you don’t remember," Jacob reminded her.
A few hours earlier, less than a day after they'd returned from earth, Anise had left her lab only to come back minutes later to find that the alien rings had been destroyed. They had no reason, or evidence to believe that someone had destroyed the devices not did they have any reason or evidence to prove that it had been some sort of self destruct. Anise however, was sure it was Malek, as impossible as it was.
"Oh, but it makes sense now doesn't it?" Anise challenged. "Anubis's attack several years ago, Baal's attack a few months ago, Ruta's report, Dinnin's report, Malek's sudden disappearance and then his sudden return."
Selmak took over Jacob and snapped, "Silence. Yes, there is evidence suggesting he is a traitor but I will not condemn him until I hear the truth from his own lips. Do not be quick to judge him when you don't know the full circumstances."
"Is this because you know that if needed you would go to the Tau'ri against the High Council's ruling?" Anise asked with a sneer.
Jacob's eyes flashed, "The Tau'ri are our allies."
"Enough," Garshaw ordered, without any anger but the force behind it was there. "Our concern lies within finding the reason behind the rings' destruction. Keep your concern there."
Jacob, having been given control back by Selmak, spoke, "I will help where and when I can, but I would like to be given time to spend on Earth with Sam. Pete's death has taken quite a toll on her."
"I'll make sure you can," Garshaw replied as they left Anise's lab.
"He looks so much like Malek," Anise mumbled as they passed Tavien who was speaking with Ruta. Jacob swore he saw Tavien smirk at that.
"It is strange," Garshaw agreed. "But they hailed from different parts of the galaxy and if they were related, their symbiotes would have told us."
Jacob glanced back at Tavien and caught his eye. He got the sinking feeling that Tavien too had been lying to them. It made no sense because Nagi, like Malek had always been so loyal. Something was going on and he was going to figure it out.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Daniel aimlessly traced his fingers over Jack's chest wondering what had been going through his lover's head lately. Jack had been tight lipped and somber after everything, silently suffering with whatever demons plagued him. Daniel wished he would be allowed in to help; seeing Jack like this was painful.
He could hazard a guess over why Jack had reverted into himself. Kyle Manning was dead. His body hadn't been able to cope with suddenly being taken off the rings' influence and his mental state being in such a poor condition hadn't helped. Whatever Jack had done had really destroyed the kid's mind.
He wondered if Jack had intentionally done that, except that Jack wasn't like that. Though his past was filled with so many dark secrets there was the possibility he did mean it. He could have slipped into an old role, but Daniel didn't want to think Jack could slip like that. In nearly eight years and on hundreds of missions Jack had never lost it like that. What had set him off?
Daniel sighed and slipped out of bed, headed to the living room where he stood before the wall panel that housed behind it an Ancient monitor. He stared at it for some time, wondering if she should activate it and start looking up the information that would at least give him the background on the entire situation. He wanted to know how to help Jack, wanted to be let in.
"Authorization Clava Verimas," he said clearly.
Jack had granted him full access to the database with the promise that he'd only use it when absolutely necessary. Daniel was surprised that he hadn't taken to using the thing, but Jack told him things about the Alterans almost every night. Sometimes he'd talk about the Asgard, or the Nox too, giving him a very accurate insight into their lives and history.
The panel flipped and turned on, making Daniel wait several second before it was on the main page. In giving full access to Daniel, Jack had had to make it a voice recognition program since there wasn't a keyboard or interactive screen. Daniel's was the only voice it recognized.
"Technology: non-Alteran: strength enhancement; speed enhancement: pre-Atlantis." Daniel gave what he knew about the rings and their time of use hoping it would come up with what he needed.
The database produced a short list for him of six entries. Daniel frowned as she studied them, whishing the thing would translate to English but also knowing that this was an excellent way to become better at reading the language. He just hoped he didn't get it wrong.
The first link was the Atoniek Armbands; Daniel knew he didn't need to know about them. There were two Furling links which although curious Daniel didn't believe he needed because they were allies, not enemies like Jack had implied the ring creators to be. The three other links were Luan, Veutair and Zkail technology, the devices themselves in words Daniel couldn't translate, which he figured weren't actually Alteran words.
"Images," he demanded and the display shifted to accommodate an image of each device.
His eyes immediately caught the rings. In the image they were laid out on a pillow in a V-shape with the necklace in the middle. They looked like innocent items, looked so innocent in real life too and yet they were tools of war. Just like Pete had suggested.
"Luan Mue'rao."
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Major Lorne grumbled unintelligible words under his breath as he sealed another box and carried it out to the military truck. SG-11 had been forced to conduct clean up duty with several scientists from Area 51 for SG-1. It was quite annoying, but with one of their team in the infirmary they were prime candidates to do it. He wished SG-1 would do it themselves, this was their case and thus t heir responsibility. He was pissed that General O'Neill let them off with every excuse in the book. He could understand why Col. Carter wasn't in the right mind for it, but not the others. Any other General would make them clean up and wouldn't care like O'Neill.
As he was headed back into the house he passed his CO who caught his eye and stopped him. "I know what you're thinking and….just don't."
Lorne scowled, "So what, we're just suppose to take this lying down?"
"It's an order and we have to follow it," Col. Edwards snapped.
"Right. I guess the General should send out a memo assigning each time to SG-1 Shit Removal time."
That earned him a few chuckled from the others who'd overheard their argument but a glare from Edwards. Lorne didn't care if the Colonel disagreed with him, nothing would change his opinion, not even General O'Neill.
"Your dislike of SG-1: get rid of it or leave the program. They save our asses more times that we can count and if you can't trust the flagship team then you shouldn't be there," Edwards said with finality.
Lorne re-entered the house, thinking that if given the opportunity he would. He'd been thinking that if they established contact with Atlantis then he would request a transfer. He loved his job, loved traveling to all the planets in the galaxy, but he didn't have that fondness for the people he worked with, not in the SGC.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
She wondered what the universe had against her because it screwed up every relationship she ever had. Never mind the few she'd repaired because they paled in comparison to what she'd lost. Was she destined for this: losing the people she loved or finding out they weren't who she thought they were? What'd she do to deserve this? Didn't she deserve some happiness?
Sam cried in frustration, overwhelmed at all that was bearing down on her. She had nothing to do; Jack had given her several days leave, she wasn't involved in the funeral preparations as she'd never met any of Pete's family and they were going through Pete's things. It gave her time to think, time she didn't want because it was depressing. She needed something to do and occupy her mind but there was nothing.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
"What the hell are you doing here?" an extremely pissed off Detective Andrew Travis snarled under his breath at Jack, "This is all your fault."
Jack said nothing, staring at him with cold eyes. Andy was right though, if he hadn't attacked earlier Pete wouldn't have died. He'd waited for Kyle's mental guard to be let down which was easiest when they were focused on attacking someone. He should have attacked sooner but he'd sacrificed Pete and he shouldn't have done that.
Andy shook his head in disgust and walked away.
"It's not your fault Jack," Daniel told him quietly.
Jack didn't listen to him and just turned his head away. Daniel was wrong and didn't understand what he was saying because he didn't know the truth.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
"You could have just asked me."
Daniel had dedicated the latter half of his nights to going through the Ancient Database on the Luan and their war against every other race in the galaxy. It seemed Jack had finally taken notice.
"You wouldn't have answered me," Daniel replied.
"How do you know?" Jack asked, remaining in the door frame and leaning against it.
"It's been almost a week Jack and you haven't said a thing. I decided I needed background information."
It hurt him that Jack still wasn't talking to him and had deflected every attempt at even simple communication and physical touch. He hadn't been responding to Daniel at all, except negatively.
"Do you have your information now?"
Daniel sighed, "I don’t get it Jack. Why would they suddenly go against everything they once stood for over a bit of jealousy?"
"Why would someone kill their cheating spouse?" Jack countered. "Why would a person murder their best friend, or their brother? Jealousy is the root of the problem, leading to anger and hate and a desire to destroy the thing you hate."
"An entire race though?"
Jack nodded and came around to face the display, changing it to a picture of the necklace, "That's where these came in. At the start of the war the Luan only used the rings but with the lack of support on their side the government had the necklaces created which enhanced that jealous hate and made so that every single one of them was focused on the fight. They were not allowed to remove the necklaces and they wouldn't have wanted to because the feeling they got was so intoxicating they never thought about it."
"You couldn't just take them off yourself?"
Jack shook his head, "They'll die after too much exposure, like Manning did. They all died eventually and they all fucking deserved it!"
Daniel was taken aback by his anger, but decided not to question it. The Luan had been vicious killer and had wiped out many races that maybe they did deserve it.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
He was at a loss over what he should do and what the best choice to make was. He knew what instinct told him to do but in this instance he didn't think instinct was the best course to take. Sam was grieving over a lost lover and he didn't think it right for a former lover to comfort her, no matter how much he wanted to. She didn't need it on top of what she was going through already.
Living in the highest plane of existence was no different from living in the lower planes, aside from the obvious changes. The domain of the Ancients spread out over the distances of Avalon, Silvaralon and Ida, shaped in the way the first Ascended wished it. In the beginning it had been like a small Ancient city and expanded over time as more Ascended and changed as they wished it. Now, the city spanned the three galaxies but specific areas had been changed to allow a feel of nature. Rolling planes, forests, mountains, lakes and even deserts had been added to make it like a paradise even though it wasn't technically needed. The highest plane didn't need a form, it wasn't required in order to exist there and grow in knowledge but it was boring with no form and the scientific explorers in the Ancients needed something they were use to.
Martouf's 'home' was a small place in one of the desert areas near one of the larger knowledge libraries. Space was relative though as he could be anywhere with just a thought if he wanted to be. Novelties like walking were only undertaken by the newer Ascended or the ones who found it conclusive to their thought process. He himself didn't walk much, nor did Lantash and Elliot, who lived with him. Lantash had taken on a new form, human in looks but massive. He was very tall, well built and had a distinguishing feature from each of his hosts. Elliot stayed with them because he felt alone and like an outcast; a human amongst so many aliens. They were both away at the moment though, moping around the space over Silvaralon and observing the Atlantis Expedition.
Martouf observed Sam from his place. He used a table as a viewing screen and just watched, debating his options. He found it humorous that Tau'ri science fiction and fantasy thought that gods did something like it except with a bowl of water. He thought it interesting that they were so close to the mark. He had a lot of time to think, maybe too much.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Tavien cracked the metal shell of the glider and bent a square foot back exposing the complex maze of underbelly wiring. Each wire was the same coal black connecting to crystals and circuits in a seemingly random order. It was all part of Baal's new wave of gliders that only people who knew the things inside out could work on or tamper with. Tavien was quite proud of his ability to know the workings and the High Council had made it his task to sabotage the ships.
Getting into the facility holding the gliders had been simple. It was controlled by a troop of Jaffa but on a small planet with little security other than the Jaffa stationed there. He was posing as a servant of Baal with orders to repair a delicate wiring flaw. With an ingenious use of recorded voice doctoring he had the Jaffa believing that Baal didn't want them speaking of it ever again and to assume it never happened.
Tavien pulled out the crystal he was inserting into each glider that contained a virus which would activate after the pilot locked target on another Goa'uld vessel. The virus had the capability of freezing all the controls then initiating the self destruct. He worked in into the wiring attaching it where it belonged before replacing the shell and mending the crack.
He wasn't a fool. He knew this mission was to assess his loyalty after what had happened with his father. He didn't mind it, but when the mission was declared a complete success he wouldn't be able to hold back the smug smirk he had waiting for Jacob and Selmak. They had no idea what they were up against and he really wanted to see their faces when they were proved wrong.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
"You've been studying that photo for several days not Jack," Daniel said sitting down beside him on the couch. "What are you looking for? The SGC declared hers and Manning's possessions alien free."
Jack nursed a beer and wrapped an arm around Daniel's waist, pulling him closer. "She's a natural red head Daniel."
Daniel shrugged, "Yeah, so?"
"How many Japanese have red hair Daniel, and I mean pure blooded Japanese. I went through her records, she had a sliver of Korean in her but other than that, nothing. It's not natural."
"True, but it could just be a fluke in her genes," Daniel reasoned.
Jack sighed, "Possibly, but red hair runs in her family and that's no gene fluke."
"Then what is it?"
"It's a Luanean trait and coupled with the rings I wonder if she somehow had Luan blood in her, no matter how dilute it may be."
"They were all killed Jack, and even if they weren't, do you think that maybe you would have known before now? She probably didn't even know and if anyone else has Luan blood they probably don’t know their heritage either. What's there to worry about?"
"Hopefully nothing."
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Disclaimer: I own nothing
Words: 2, 851
Chapter Fifteen
"Malek has yet to return Anise," Garshaw told her. "There is no possible way he could have destroyed those artifacts."
"But who else would?" Anise growled. "We are assured of the loyalties of everyone else on this base."
"We were assured of Malek's loyalty as well if you don’t remember," Jacob reminded her.
A few hours earlier, less than a day after they'd returned from earth, Anise had left her lab only to come back minutes later to find that the alien rings had been destroyed. They had no reason, or evidence to believe that someone had destroyed the devices not did they have any reason or evidence to prove that it had been some sort of self destruct. Anise however, was sure it was Malek, as impossible as it was.
"Oh, but it makes sense now doesn't it?" Anise challenged. "Anubis's attack several years ago, Baal's attack a few months ago, Ruta's report, Dinnin's report, Malek's sudden disappearance and then his sudden return."
Selmak took over Jacob and snapped, "Silence. Yes, there is evidence suggesting he is a traitor but I will not condemn him until I hear the truth from his own lips. Do not be quick to judge him when you don't know the full circumstances."
"Is this because you know that if needed you would go to the Tau'ri against the High Council's ruling?" Anise asked with a sneer.
Jacob's eyes flashed, "The Tau'ri are our allies."
"Enough," Garshaw ordered, without any anger but the force behind it was there. "Our concern lies within finding the reason behind the rings' destruction. Keep your concern there."
Jacob, having been given control back by Selmak, spoke, "I will help where and when I can, but I would like to be given time to spend on Earth with Sam. Pete's death has taken quite a toll on her."
"I'll make sure you can," Garshaw replied as they left Anise's lab.
"He looks so much like Malek," Anise mumbled as they passed Tavien who was speaking with Ruta. Jacob swore he saw Tavien smirk at that.
"It is strange," Garshaw agreed. "But they hailed from different parts of the galaxy and if they were related, their symbiotes would have told us."
Jacob glanced back at Tavien and caught his eye. He got the sinking feeling that Tavien too had been lying to them. It made no sense because Nagi, like Malek had always been so loyal. Something was going on and he was going to figure it out.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Daniel aimlessly traced his fingers over Jack's chest wondering what had been going through his lover's head lately. Jack had been tight lipped and somber after everything, silently suffering with whatever demons plagued him. Daniel wished he would be allowed in to help; seeing Jack like this was painful.
He could hazard a guess over why Jack had reverted into himself. Kyle Manning was dead. His body hadn't been able to cope with suddenly being taken off the rings' influence and his mental state being in such a poor condition hadn't helped. Whatever Jack had done had really destroyed the kid's mind.
He wondered if Jack had intentionally done that, except that Jack wasn't like that. Though his past was filled with so many dark secrets there was the possibility he did mean it. He could have slipped into an old role, but Daniel didn't want to think Jack could slip like that. In nearly eight years and on hundreds of missions Jack had never lost it like that. What had set him off?
Daniel sighed and slipped out of bed, headed to the living room where he stood before the wall panel that housed behind it an Ancient monitor. He stared at it for some time, wondering if she should activate it and start looking up the information that would at least give him the background on the entire situation. He wanted to know how to help Jack, wanted to be let in.
"Authorization Clava Verimas," he said clearly.
Jack had granted him full access to the database with the promise that he'd only use it when absolutely necessary. Daniel was surprised that he hadn't taken to using the thing, but Jack told him things about the Alterans almost every night. Sometimes he'd talk about the Asgard, or the Nox too, giving him a very accurate insight into their lives and history.
The panel flipped and turned on, making Daniel wait several second before it was on the main page. In giving full access to Daniel, Jack had had to make it a voice recognition program since there wasn't a keyboard or interactive screen. Daniel's was the only voice it recognized.
"Technology: non-Alteran: strength enhancement; speed enhancement: pre-Atlantis." Daniel gave what he knew about the rings and their time of use hoping it would come up with what he needed.
The database produced a short list for him of six entries. Daniel frowned as she studied them, whishing the thing would translate to English but also knowing that this was an excellent way to become better at reading the language. He just hoped he didn't get it wrong.
The first link was the Atoniek Armbands; Daniel knew he didn't need to know about them. There were two Furling links which although curious Daniel didn't believe he needed because they were allies, not enemies like Jack had implied the ring creators to be. The three other links were Luan, Veutair and Zkail technology, the devices themselves in words Daniel couldn't translate, which he figured weren't actually Alteran words.
"Images," he demanded and the display shifted to accommodate an image of each device.
His eyes immediately caught the rings. In the image they were laid out on a pillow in a V-shape with the necklace in the middle. They looked like innocent items, looked so innocent in real life too and yet they were tools of war. Just like Pete had suggested.
"Luan Mue'rao."
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Major Lorne grumbled unintelligible words under his breath as he sealed another box and carried it out to the military truck. SG-11 had been forced to conduct clean up duty with several scientists from Area 51 for SG-1. It was quite annoying, but with one of their team in the infirmary they were prime candidates to do it. He wished SG-1 would do it themselves, this was their case and thus t heir responsibility. He was pissed that General O'Neill let them off with every excuse in the book. He could understand why Col. Carter wasn't in the right mind for it, but not the others. Any other General would make them clean up and wouldn't care like O'Neill.
As he was headed back into the house he passed his CO who caught his eye and stopped him. "I know what you're thinking and….just don't."
Lorne scowled, "So what, we're just suppose to take this lying down?"
"It's an order and we have to follow it," Col. Edwards snapped.
"Right. I guess the General should send out a memo assigning each time to SG-1 Shit Removal time."
That earned him a few chuckled from the others who'd overheard their argument but a glare from Edwards. Lorne didn't care if the Colonel disagreed with him, nothing would change his opinion, not even General O'Neill.
"Your dislike of SG-1: get rid of it or leave the program. They save our asses more times that we can count and if you can't trust the flagship team then you shouldn't be there," Edwards said with finality.
Lorne re-entered the house, thinking that if given the opportunity he would. He'd been thinking that if they established contact with Atlantis then he would request a transfer. He loved his job, loved traveling to all the planets in the galaxy, but he didn't have that fondness for the people he worked with, not in the SGC.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
She wondered what the universe had against her because it screwed up every relationship she ever had. Never mind the few she'd repaired because they paled in comparison to what she'd lost. Was she destined for this: losing the people she loved or finding out they weren't who she thought they were? What'd she do to deserve this? Didn't she deserve some happiness?
Sam cried in frustration, overwhelmed at all that was bearing down on her. She had nothing to do; Jack had given her several days leave, she wasn't involved in the funeral preparations as she'd never met any of Pete's family and they were going through Pete's things. It gave her time to think, time she didn't want because it was depressing. She needed something to do and occupy her mind but there was nothing.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
"What the hell are you doing here?" an extremely pissed off Detective Andrew Travis snarled under his breath at Jack, "This is all your fault."
Jack said nothing, staring at him with cold eyes. Andy was right though, if he hadn't attacked earlier Pete wouldn't have died. He'd waited for Kyle's mental guard to be let down which was easiest when they were focused on attacking someone. He should have attacked sooner but he'd sacrificed Pete and he shouldn't have done that.
Andy shook his head in disgust and walked away.
"It's not your fault Jack," Daniel told him quietly.
Jack didn't listen to him and just turned his head away. Daniel was wrong and didn't understand what he was saying because he didn't know the truth.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
"You could have just asked me."
Daniel had dedicated the latter half of his nights to going through the Ancient Database on the Luan and their war against every other race in the galaxy. It seemed Jack had finally taken notice.
"You wouldn't have answered me," Daniel replied.
"How do you know?" Jack asked, remaining in the door frame and leaning against it.
"It's been almost a week Jack and you haven't said a thing. I decided I needed background information."
It hurt him that Jack still wasn't talking to him and had deflected every attempt at even simple communication and physical touch. He hadn't been responding to Daniel at all, except negatively.
"Do you have your information now?"
Daniel sighed, "I don’t get it Jack. Why would they suddenly go against everything they once stood for over a bit of jealousy?"
"Why would someone kill their cheating spouse?" Jack countered. "Why would a person murder their best friend, or their brother? Jealousy is the root of the problem, leading to anger and hate and a desire to destroy the thing you hate."
"An entire race though?"
Jack nodded and came around to face the display, changing it to a picture of the necklace, "That's where these came in. At the start of the war the Luan only used the rings but with the lack of support on their side the government had the necklaces created which enhanced that jealous hate and made so that every single one of them was focused on the fight. They were not allowed to remove the necklaces and they wouldn't have wanted to because the feeling they got was so intoxicating they never thought about it."
"You couldn't just take them off yourself?"
Jack shook his head, "They'll die after too much exposure, like Manning did. They all died eventually and they all fucking deserved it!"
Daniel was taken aback by his anger, but decided not to question it. The Luan had been vicious killer and had wiped out many races that maybe they did deserve it.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
He was at a loss over what he should do and what the best choice to make was. He knew what instinct told him to do but in this instance he didn't think instinct was the best course to take. Sam was grieving over a lost lover and he didn't think it right for a former lover to comfort her, no matter how much he wanted to. She didn't need it on top of what she was going through already.
Living in the highest plane of existence was no different from living in the lower planes, aside from the obvious changes. The domain of the Ancients spread out over the distances of Avalon, Silvaralon and Ida, shaped in the way the first Ascended wished it. In the beginning it had been like a small Ancient city and expanded over time as more Ascended and changed as they wished it. Now, the city spanned the three galaxies but specific areas had been changed to allow a feel of nature. Rolling planes, forests, mountains, lakes and even deserts had been added to make it like a paradise even though it wasn't technically needed. The highest plane didn't need a form, it wasn't required in order to exist there and grow in knowledge but it was boring with no form and the scientific explorers in the Ancients needed something they were use to.
Martouf's 'home' was a small place in one of the desert areas near one of the larger knowledge libraries. Space was relative though as he could be anywhere with just a thought if he wanted to be. Novelties like walking were only undertaken by the newer Ascended or the ones who found it conclusive to their thought process. He himself didn't walk much, nor did Lantash and Elliot, who lived with him. Lantash had taken on a new form, human in looks but massive. He was very tall, well built and had a distinguishing feature from each of his hosts. Elliot stayed with them because he felt alone and like an outcast; a human amongst so many aliens. They were both away at the moment though, moping around the space over Silvaralon and observing the Atlantis Expedition.
Martouf observed Sam from his place. He used a table as a viewing screen and just watched, debating his options. He found it humorous that Tau'ri science fiction and fantasy thought that gods did something like it except with a bowl of water. He thought it interesting that they were so close to the mark. He had a lot of time to think, maybe too much.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Tavien cracked the metal shell of the glider and bent a square foot back exposing the complex maze of underbelly wiring. Each wire was the same coal black connecting to crystals and circuits in a seemingly random order. It was all part of Baal's new wave of gliders that only people who knew the things inside out could work on or tamper with. Tavien was quite proud of his ability to know the workings and the High Council had made it his task to sabotage the ships.
Getting into the facility holding the gliders had been simple. It was controlled by a troop of Jaffa but on a small planet with little security other than the Jaffa stationed there. He was posing as a servant of Baal with orders to repair a delicate wiring flaw. With an ingenious use of recorded voice doctoring he had the Jaffa believing that Baal didn't want them speaking of it ever again and to assume it never happened.
Tavien pulled out the crystal he was inserting into each glider that contained a virus which would activate after the pilot locked target on another Goa'uld vessel. The virus had the capability of freezing all the controls then initiating the self destruct. He worked in into the wiring attaching it where it belonged before replacing the shell and mending the crack.
He wasn't a fool. He knew this mission was to assess his loyalty after what had happened with his father. He didn't mind it, but when the mission was declared a complete success he wouldn't be able to hold back the smug smirk he had waiting for Jacob and Selmak. They had no idea what they were up against and he really wanted to see their faces when they were proved wrong.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
"You've been studying that photo for several days not Jack," Daniel said sitting down beside him on the couch. "What are you looking for? The SGC declared hers and Manning's possessions alien free."
Jack nursed a beer and wrapped an arm around Daniel's waist, pulling him closer. "She's a natural red head Daniel."
Daniel shrugged, "Yeah, so?"
"How many Japanese have red hair Daniel, and I mean pure blooded Japanese. I went through her records, she had a sliver of Korean in her but other than that, nothing. It's not natural."
"True, but it could just be a fluke in her genes," Daniel reasoned.
Jack sighed, "Possibly, but red hair runs in her family and that's no gene fluke."
"Then what is it?"
"It's a Luanean trait and coupled with the rings I wonder if she somehow had Luan blood in her, no matter how dilute it may be."
"They were all killed Jack, and even if they weren't, do you think that maybe you would have known before now? She probably didn't even know and if anyone else has Luan blood they probably don’t know their heritage either. What's there to worry about?"
"Hopefully nothing."
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