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22nd February 2002, 06:44 AM
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| confused  Join Date: Oct 2000 Location: San Diego, California
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| Great characterization. You've managed to capture them all perfectly, in my opinion--even Daniel's little quirks and gestures. You've got them down pat, the team I mean, not the gestures  And you update so fast!  You're my new role model. |
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22nd February 2002, 10:33 AM
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| WELCOME HOME, DR. JACKSON  Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Waltham, N.E.Lincolnshire, U.K.
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| Heh, moving the plot *along*, or just deeper into the maze that is your brain...? :evil: This is intriguingly confusing Keep it coming - please.Best wishes, Hatshepsut :wave: -- |
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23rd February 2002, 02:55 AM
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| Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2001
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| :blush: :blush: I hope you guys realize how nice it is to log on and see your comments. Thanks Oh- and Sandman, thanks for acknowledging my pitiful attempts at Stargate devises of humor. New scene follows::::::::: |
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23rd February 2002, 03:01 AM
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| What Shall Be: Scene Thirteen SPOILER WARNING : THIS STORY IS MEANT TO TAKE PLACE AFTER SEASON FIVE. There is a bit of cussing. I hope that this isn’t starting to be too hard to follow. I am trying to tell it from many points of views and I know that that could be distracting. This is also my first story, so I appreciate your patience. I had mulled this plot over in my head for months. I love to read fan fiction, but I rarely saw one written that included a Goa’uld point of view. Then I started thinking, what would have happened if one of those little critters of Daniel and Hathor’s lived. I mean talk about a dysfunctional lineage. Then Daniel died on the series and I figured it was a good time to unleash this mess. I realize that I need to have a recap/explanation chapter pretty soon to explain some of what is happening. Thanks again for taking the time to read, ML ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ What Shall Be: Scene Thirteen 2muchtvs Kha'sekhem was tired. Actually he was completely exhausted. He knew that he should probably be concerned that two fully loaded weapons stood poised to blow him all to hell but at the moment it was all he could do to keep his eyes open. The Gou’ald had had a busy 24 hours after all and this human body thing took some time getting used to. In addition to his lethargy, there was also the small matter of his host. Callen, the young man whose body Kha'sekhem had taken possession of, would not shut up. The village boy rambled and blathered on in the Gou’ald’s head like an endless clap of thunder. Kha'sekhem had mentally threatened Callen with a multitude of painful incentives to quiet down and behave but the young host would have none of it. He continued to peck away at Kha'sekhem’s inner peace like a woodpecker on a dead tree trunk. Kha'sekhem made a mental note to himself, ‘ The next host I take will be from the absolutely least evolved race that I stumble on’. Looking across the large tent, Kha'sekhem studied the other source of his angst; SG 1. They were three most unpleasant people. He had known Kasuf for almost a day and the man had yet to even pull so much as a butter knife on him. SG 1 was another matter. He had spoke to Jack all of two minutes before weapon number one had been drawn. He only said ‘Hi’ to Sam before she produced weapon number two and now, Jack and the huge Jaffa Teal’c, had rushed in, Teal’c brandishing weapon number three. A most unpleasant group of people indeed. Kha'sekhem searched the archive of memories in his consciousness, rummaging around for an acceptable plan of action. For a Gou’ald, his mother Hathor had not been particularly aggressive, preferring to maintain an air of collected confidence in lieu of anger and threats. Her memories urged him to placate the humans, let them believe that they had complete control, then lie in wait until a moment when he could either recruit them or obliterate them. His father’s memories of these people were so convoluted by emotions that Kha'sekhem had difficulty trying to discern what Daniel Jackson would have done if he found himself in a similar situation. Kha'sekhem decided to approach the situation as Hathor would have. Having done one more quick assessment of Daniel’s memories of his friends, Kha'sekhem concluded that addressing Sam first was his best bet. The pretty blond woman’s reaction to him was a mystery. Kha'sekhem had no idea how she had figured out that he was a Gou’ald. The Jaffa, Teal’c, carried a larva, so his ability to detect a symbiote was understandable. But the woman, how had she managed to identify him so quickly? He tried again to scan Daniel’s memory bank about Sam, but he drew a blank. Callen’s constant droning on didn’t help his concentration. Kha'sekhem took a deep breath, let out a fatigued sigh, and attempted a dialogue with Sam. “Captain Carter, I am unarmed, there is no reason for your weapon. Please put it down so we may talk. I had no intention of upsetting you. I was actually pleased when I saw you enter the tent. You are even more beautiful than my father’s impressions allowed. Please, just put down the weapon and allow me to speak to you in a more dignified manner.” Carter didn’t answer him back. Instead she turned to Jack and looked for guidance. O’Neill leaned over and whispered something into her ear. Carter and Teal’c separated slightly, continuing to aim their weapons at the Gou’ald, but changing their positions so that they were facing him at more of an angle. “Nope”, Jack stated as he started to move towards Kha'sekhem. “You see, I was going to let her talk to you, really I was, but that was before you failed to mention that you were a slimy, parasitic snake. You see, for that little omission, you are back to dealing only with me.” Kha'sekhem, having absolutely no desire to exchange even the same oxygen as O’Neill, lowered his head, shaking it back and forth in frustration. He was feeling sorry for himself. In the span of one day, he had managed to bury his most faithful servant Chona, threaten the lives of ten young children, invade the body of what must be the most talkative host available in the universe, choke on Aydonian dust, have a big gun pointed to his head, be locked in a tent that reeked of beast urine, have another gun and staff weapon pointed at him by two people he hadn’t even been formally introduced to, and last but not least contend with the fact that if he ever hoped to met Daniel Jackson, he was going to have to execute a civil conversation with one very arrogant Colonel Jack O’Neill. Kha'sekhem took one look at O’Neill’s swaggering approach and simply said to himself, ‘To hell with this’. “Save yourself the effort of coming over here Jack, I told you two hours ago that I had no desire to have a conversation with you. I assure you, nothing has changed. Either you produce Daniel Jackson, or please leave me the hell alone. I’m tired. If you will excuse me, or even if you won’t, I’m taking a nap.” With that, the Gou’ald made his way back to the hard bench that he had been laying on when Carter had entered the tent. Kha'sekhem lowered himself to the bench, turned to his side, wrapped his arms around his body, let out a huge yawn, and closed his eyes. As his eyelids dropped, shutting out Jack and the rest of SG 1, Kha'sekhem conducted one last order of business. ‘SHUT UP Callen’, he screamed mentally to his host. ‘I’ve had my fill of you as well’. To be continued………………………. |
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23rd February 2002, 03:16 AM
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| Save Angel!  Join Date: Jun 2001 Location: Edinburgh
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| Best chapter yet. The goa'uld character is really very fascinating - not how one might imagine a goa'uld to think, but then he is partly Daniel, so it makes sense. Very convincing overall. And as for the praise - you deserve it, credit where credit is due!  |
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23rd February 2002, 12:03 PM
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| WELCOME HOME, DR. JACKSON Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Waltham, N.E.Lincolnshire, U.K.
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| Yes, this just gets better! I like the dichotomy of inheritance from Hathor and Daniel, and it's a nice touch that he picked such a gabby host :lol: Am all agog for more  Best wishes, Hatshepsut :wave: |
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24th February 2002, 01:20 AM
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| Tau'ri Death Glider Pilot  Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Sydney
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| SOOOO COOL !! itz great that a host has at least one line of defence even when a host ........ if u get wot i mean ..  (I confuse myself sometimes - i'd make a great host for K-wotzhisname....)more please ? SOOOO GOOOOOD ............ |
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24th February 2002, 10:07 AM
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| What Shall Be: Scene Fourteen SPOILER WARNING: THIS STORY IS MEANT TO TAKE PLACE AFTER SEASON FIVE Also - a bit of spicy Jack O'Neill language. Thanks for reading- ML Just a bit of the old plot moving. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What Shall Be: Scene Fourteen 2muchtvs Jack was exasperated. This Gou’ald kept throwing him curves and he was tired of it. O’Neill walked over to the bench where Kha'sekhem lay and kicked one of the legs. “Hey!” he commanded of the Gou’ald. “Is that it? Is that the best you can do? No … ‘Do my bidding or I will crush you!’ No… ‘Kneel before your god!’ No declarations of ‘Insolence’?” O’Neill looked down at Kha'sekhem. The young man hadn’t budged since lying down. “Hey!” Jack repeated again, kicking the bench harder. Despite the vibrations, the Gou’ald remained still. Carter and Teal’c had been steadily advancing closer to the Colonel’s position and now stood only a yard behind him. Jack heard them and turned sharply around. He threw his arms up in the air in complete vexation. “I GIVE UP”, declared O’Neill. He looked back and forth between his two teammates, his eyes resting on Teal’c. “Teal’c”, O’Neill began, “Have you ever seen anything like this? I mean what is this … Diet-Gou’ald, Gou’ald Lite, all the snake with only half the homicidal-maniac obsession? Is this not the most sorry-assed excuse of a poser god we have ever had the displeasure of encountering?” Carter looked at Jack. He was slowly de-evolving before her eyes. The man was clearly on his last common sense straw. O’Neill noticed Carter’s concern and turned his attention to her. “Carter!”, Jack’s voice was continuing to raise its volume. “Can you believe that I got out of bed for this garbage? I mean what, I’m sure you and Teal’c were doing SOMETHING important on the base before we got orders to come here, right? What are we suppose to relay back to Hammond?” Jack made exaggerated gestures with his hands. “ Having a wonderful time on Abydos Sir, can’t wait to see you. P.S. We met a Gou’ald named Kawhatever who claims to be Daniel’s son. We’d love to tell you more but he’s currently taking a ………………..NAP!” Jack screamed the final word in the direction of the bench, took off his cap and slammed it on the ground. The three SG1 members stood in silence for several seconds. They all watched the bench. The Gou’ald remained inactive. Carter began to hesitantly walk towards Kha'sekhem. She glanced at Jack for permission to continue. O’Neill had retrieved his hat and was pounding it on the side of his leg in an attempt to remove the dust and sand. “Go ahead, be careful”, he sighed, sanctioning Sam’s plan to approach the Gou’ald. “Watch your step, we haven’t patted him down, he could have anything.” “I don’t think he’s going to make a move Sir”, Carter answered. “I can hear him snoring.” “That’s just peachy”, O’Neill returned. Jack lowered his head and emitted a puff of air. Carter hoped that he was venting some of the hot steam that had built up, threatening to cause his head to completely blow off. Sam returned her gaze to the bench. She was now within a half- foot of the young man. She peered down at him. Although he was laying sideways, his back to Sam and his hair splayed around his face, Carter could make out most of his features. She really hadn’t had a chance to see him up close, and she took a moment to study him. It was true that at first glance the Gou’ald did resemble Daniel. But up close, Sam realized that the resemblance was mostly due to similar physical features, like hair cut and color. Kha'sekhem could possible pass for Daniel’s younger brother, but he was no Daniel doppelganger. Carter listened to the slight snoring sound that the Gou’ald was emanating. Now that she was practically on top of him, she realized that it wasn’t really snoring; it was more of a wheezing. His breaths seemed to be coming at abnormally quick intervals. She furrowed her eyebrows and leaned closer. “Careful Carter”, she heard Jack offer in the background. He was now a few feet behind her, standing next to Teal’c. Sam reached out tentatively and touched the Gou’ald’s hair. When he failed to react to her contact, she began to brush the excess hair from his face. Sam placed a cupped hand on his forehead and then the back of her hand on his cheek. He felt a tad warm. “He feels a bit hot Sir”, she said, turning her head around to face Jack and Teal’c. She narrowed in on Teal’c. “Teal’c, are they suppose to be hot? I don’t recall the Gou’ald we have run into necessarily having elevated body temperatures.” “Nor do I “, replied Teal’c. Carter swung her question to Jack, who shook his head no. “I think he might be sick”, she offered, slightly shrugging at the two men. As Sam turned around to look at the sleeping Gou’ald, she placed her hand back on his cheek but yanked it quickly away when she realized that the young man was turning his head from a sideways position to face her directly. He blinked rapidly several times before opening his eyes fully. He seemed to struggle momentarily with focusing but then stared intently at Sam. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. O’Neill and Teal’c immediately raised their weapons and pointed them at Kha'sekhem. Carter, maintaining eye contact with the Gou’ald, raised her free hand in a “stop” gesture, signaling to Teal’c and the Colonel that for the moment, everything was ok. “Let go of my wrist”, she calmly requested of the Gou’ald. He promptly dropped it. The two continued to stare at each other. “I wanted to get your attention” Kha'sekhem directed at Sam. “Well, you got it”, Carter tersely stated. To be continued ……………………… |
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