Fanfic : What Shall Be

[2muchtvs]

Title: What Shall Be

Spoilers: Much like moldy cheese, yes, all seasons

Disclaimer: I am not talented enough to earn any money from my efforts. I am not bright enough to steal published characters and get away with it. I am not motivated enough to plagiarize, so if someone has already written this, you were my unknown muse, sorry.

Warning: This is an actual attempt at serious story telling. Not my usual, simple POV or ill-advised humor. Everyone, a moment of silence please.

Don’t know if this has been done, if so, ooooops, I’m bad.


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WHAT SHALL BE
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Trapped in this cocoon, my options are rather limited. I can’t even communicate with the branch that holds me, although I have tried, gods know, I have tried.
The one who keeps me safe is important and respected. I will mourn his passing when I emerge. He cannot survive my departure, another cruel reminder that nothing is equal, that despite all efforts, there is a natural pecking order.

I feel sorry for my vessel, he was promised a long life, but my mother was wise and ingenious and desperate. She planned for my quick maturation, but was unable to see it to fruition. No matter. I thrive despite all efforts to the contrary.

I am not Jaffa, I am not harseisis, I am not Tauri or Tokra.

I am Goa'uld, not yet tainted by the sarcophagus, or deceived by my clan. I wait with patience, a gift of my father, and plot ruthlessly, an inheritance from my mother.

I am the spawn of Hathor, the son of Daniel Jackson, and my journey is about to begin.


To be continued..........

[Tabitha]

very interesting - i await the next installment with baited breath

[imported_Sandman]

Interesting? No kidding. This sounds like it'll be great. Can't wait.

[skydiver]

very interesting. danny's little snakelet.
very cool. hope to see more soon

[2muchtvs]

I hope I am posting part 2 correctly, never done it before.

Anyway, writing an actual story is TOUGH !! I am doing it on this site to force myself to finish it. I appreciate those of you reading it. Any constructive feedback would be appreciated. This is the first time I have attempted this sort of story telling. Don't hold back, I need to know what to do differently, etc. Thanks, ML
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What Shall Be: Scene Two
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The three friends sat around the blazing campfire, all eyes fixed upon the evening meal as it cooked. In the past, someone might have struck up a minor, insignificant conversation, but the days of small talk were over. Soon, one of them would die and there was nothing the other two could do to prevent it. Taninas, the oldest of the three, began to dish out the food. “How are you feeling tonight Chona?”, Taninas gently inquired of the passive man sitting across from him. Chona continued to stare into the fire, eyes unmoving, “I am well, thank you.” Taninas stole a quick glance to the third among them, Tuka’. The two friends shared a silent moment of concern for Chona, before casting their eyes in separate directions.

When Taninas had finished distributing the food, he sat down quietly and searched his brain for the words to begin the dialogue they had all been avoiding. After a few moments, he spoke softly.

“We should cross through the Chaapa’ai tomorrow and begin the search.”
Taninas listened for a response from either of his two associates. Their silence drove him forward.
“Chona, I know that you prefer not to discuss these things, but we can not avoid the inevitable, and if we do not procure a viable host, our years on this barren rock will have been in naught.”

Chona rose from the ground and began to walk slowly to the shelter the men had called home for almost five years. Before entering the housing, he turned back to face the fire, his angry, yet restrained voice drifted in the wind to the two still seated.
“ I, more than anyone, am aware of our pressing need. We cannot go running through the Chaapa’ai on our own. We must await instructions from the one we serve. That is the way it has always been.” Chona lowered his head and reached for the canvas that covered the entrance. As his hand began to push the material aside, the forthcoming words of Taninas temporarily stalled his movement.

“Chona please, listen to me. Our goddess is not coming. It has been almost four cycles since she last graced us with her presence. Something has happened to prevent her from returning. If we continue to wait….”, Taninas allowed his eyes to finish the sentence. He looked at Chona with regret and pleading.

Chona took a moment to intently study Taninas’ face before he replied. “If the larva I carry exhausts my body, then one of you will become its host. If neither of you have the courage to utter the considerations we have all been thinking, then allow me to be the one to verbalize what we all know is inevitable. I will die and one of you will become host to the glory I carry within me.” Chona lowered his head and entered the shelter.

Tuka’, who had watched the various exchanges between the two men with detached sadness finally spoke. “Should I go converse with him? I hate to see him this upset.”

“No.”Taninas answered. He rose and began to kick dirt onto the fire. “ Let us clean up before going to bed. I believe Chona would prefer to be by himself for a bit.” Tuka’ nodded and reached for the plate containing Chona’s untouched meal.


Within the shelter, Chona gently lowered his body to the padded ground and began his nightly kel’noreem. The last five evenings had been intense, a strange awareness dominating the meditation. Although Chona had no proof to issue to his two friends, he was sure that the Goa’uld symbiote inside of him was trying to communicate. If he mentioned such things to Taninas or Tuka’, the two would surely think that he was in the final stages of separation madness. No Jaffa had ever been able communicate with its symbiote. But still, a nagging feeling would not release itself from Chona’s mind. The symbiote was attempting to send him a message. Of this, Chona was certain. He slowly closed his eyes and began the kel’noreem, praying to the goddess Hathor herself that tonight would be the night that all mental barriers would be disbanded, and the one inside him would be allowed to deliver the communication that Chona desperately wanted to hear. The message that would deliver himself and his friends from this never-ending, useless existence.


To be continued......................

[imported_Sandman]

This is great. I like your POVS, it's not often we get such an 'alien' POV--and well written.

[2muchtvs]

Ok, this may be it for a few days, I have to be an adult and work.


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What Shall Be: Scene Three
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Deep within his meditation, Chona stood in a golden field of his youth. His father had painstakenly worked these fields, season after season, and the yield had helped feed his village for as long as Chona could remember.

The Jaffa heard footsteps behind him, his heart freezing and soaring simultaneously. The one he had waited for was coming, finally. Chona was unsure whether to be thankful or terrified. He heard the stranger behind him speak.

“ I’m glad you came to this place. It is so is very peaceful. I always enjoy it when we pass our kel’noreem here.”

Chona turned quickly to face the speaker, then dropped to his knees, face towards the ground. “My Lord. I exist only to serve you.” Chona waited for what seemed like hours before The Other spoke.

“You may rise and look at me, for your dutiful service, you are certainly worthy of as much.”

Chona rose slowly to his feet and was surprised to see that he towered over The Other. The presence before him was a mere child of no more than eight or nine cycles. He possessed golden blond hair and piercing blue eyes. The youth approached him and placed a hand upon Chona’s forehead.

“You serve my mother, yet you do not wear her symbol. Why is this? “

Chona was startled into silence by the question. This was not the first exchange he had imagined. He took a moment to gather himself and then replied. “ I do not wear your mother’s symbol because among our people on Chulak those in service to your mother are in hiding. Even when the Goddess herself sought me out, she did not brand me. She wished for me to take on your insignia, when the proper time came. “

The Other cocked his head to the side and studied Chona for a moment. His eyes squinted slightly, then lit up, as if a literal torchlight had gone off in his head. “Of course”, The Other excitedly prattled. “My mother knew to seek out the head of the Kii’ner tribe. Your people have always been in service to my mother.”

“Yes”, Chona answered. He was becoming more at ease to speak freely. The Other had a certain calming effect upon him. “When her Goddess Hathor came to my home, I informed her that I was now the leader of my tribe. She seemed pleased that I was eager to be in her service. We collected the remaining members of the tribe and came here, to the planet Denoow, to begin to build for your mother’s glorious return to leadership.
When we arrived, your mother called for a warm bath and brought you forward. She bestowed upon me the great honor of transporting you. When the Goddess and the other of my tribe departed, myself plus two were left behind. Your mother did not want to risk your safety while she conquered the unbelieving.”

Chona had spoken quickly as to not lose his courage. He now stood breathlessly, awaiting The Other’s reaction to his words.

But the child had no response to the hurried synopsis. Instead he reached for Chona’s hand and began to walk forward through the field with him.

“You know my time for coming forth is drawing near?” The Other inquired of Chona.

“Yes, My Lord. I can only assume that is why you have reached out to me.”

The Other stopped walking and looked up at Chona. “ I am sorry that you cannot be saved. You would have been my First Prime. You have served me well. I have but one more task for you to perform before you are released to The Fulfillment.”

Chona looked at the child, unsure what to do. The Other continued.

“I want you and the two others that serve me to go through the Chaapa’ai when the sun rises. When you get to the foot of the circle, perform kel’noreem and I will return to this place and inform you of your destination. Do you understand these instructions?”

Chona again kneeled, looked up to the youth, and responded, “As you wish My Lord”.

The Other reached out, cupped Chona’s face in his hand, and then melted away, into nothingness. Chona was alone again in the field.

He said a silent prayer of thanks to his goddess and pulled himself out of kel’noreem.
As his eyes opened, he saw his two friends in their respective corners, both deep in their own meditations.

“Tomorrow we shall go to the Chaap’ai my brothers. My part of this saga will soon end, but yours is about to commence. We have been blessed with a Lord like no other. The universe will cower to him.”



To be continued....

[skydiver]

very interesting.
only one question...and this is something the show has even confused.
way back in 1969 teal'c says that if they remain in the past junior will take him as a host
yet in crossroads tanith refused to take sho'nac and nearly kills her (now this can be explained away as tanith wanting to have a tokra host)

now 'we' know this...but some jaffa still believe that the symbiote tehy carry is a god and like a character in a season 5 eps...they might actully look forward to being a host and see it as an honor

then again, these guys might be like teal'c and know it's all one big lie

also...teal'c specifically says he can not be taken as a host as long as he has junior...two symbiotes can not be in the same body...which would make these other jaffa immune from implantation unless chona forcibly removes a jaffa's symbiote and makes him a host

[2muchtvs]

ok, i actually have these points covered. i hope.

first of all i am going off of the assumption that the symbiote has to go after gestation, as was implied in crossroads and COTG. that one scene in COTG where the priestess looks like h*ll, all physically drained and such and the big A mentions that it is time for his queen to find a host, i kind of figured that there is a certain grace period with the pouch and that after a time, it's bye bye Jaffa/Priestess unless an infant larva can be found. if i am totally wrong about this, well, i guess it's back to writing gumball stories !! sort of ruins my premise.

and as far as the symbiote not being able to take one of chona's friends as a host, i actually thought of that problem. you see, i have only identified chona as a Jaffa. i explain more of the other two in the next installment.

but make no mistake, i am in way over my head here. lord knows how much canon(sp) i am going to destroy before this mess is done!!!

it ain't going to be pretty - thanks for sticking with me!! ML

[Tabitha]

In"1969" when they are discussing Teal'c and Junior's eventual fate, I think Teal'c says something along the lines of "If the symbiote cannot find another host it will take me". That's how I read it anyway.
When Tanith nearly killed his jaffa carrier, I thought it was because having him remain inside her beyond his maturity causing some kind of awful pain. Imagine not being able to give birth once you got to term. Obviously the relevant difference being that a human baby can't exactly make the decision about when it is ready to be born.

I think 2Muchtvs' line so far on the goa'uld gestation etc has felt pretty authentic - keep it up man!

[2muchtvs]

Short chapter, nothing Earth shattering. I had to get my boys through the Stargate so the real fun can start. Thanks for reading - ML

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What Shall Be - Scene Four
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Taninas and Tuka’ sat at the foot of the Chaapa’ai patiently watching Chona perform kel’noreem. The men had been sitting under the great stone circle for a little over an hour and Tuka’ was beginning to get restless. He motioned to Taninas to get up and move to the far corner of the steps. Despite the distance the two men had put between themselves and the meditating Jaffa, Tuka’ choose to keep his voice a mere whisper as he expressed his concerns to Taninas.

“Do you think he is really communicating with the one inside him? I have never known such a thing to be possible. Perhaps it is a mistake on our parts to humor Chona with our participation in this venture.”

Taninas absently rubbed his beard while he listened to Tuka’. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, deep in thought, then responded to his friend. “No, I believe that we are acting in the best interest of Chona. Even if his communication with the symbiote is a fantasy, it has at least resulted in us finally coming to the Chaapa’ai. I do not care if Chona is talking to the great ‘Jaffiah’ himself, as long as we go through the Chaapa’ai looking for a suitable host.”

Tuka’ laughed quietly at Taninas’ referral to the mythical sprite of the Jaffa warriors that brought the children of Chulak presents during harvest time. The light-hearted reference to a shared childhood memory had at least broken the invisible veil of tension that had existed among the three men since the party had left their shelter early that morning.

“You are right, as always Taninas”, Tuka’ admitted as he patted his friend’s back.
“ I just wish that Chona would hurry.”

As if on cue, the Jaffa broke his meditation and stood up. Upon reaching an upright position, Chona headed directly to the stone pillar in front of the Chaapa’ai and began pressing down on various symbols. Before his other two friends could reach him, Chona had activated the Chaapa’ai and the wormhole exploded with a shimmering blue light. Chona began walking immediately toward the entrance of the gate.

Taninas called out to him frantically, “Chona, you must wait for Tuka’ and I to accompany you”. Taninas’ words temporarily stalled Chona long enough for his two travel companions to meet up with him.

“Where are we going Chona?” implored Tuka’. “What did our god tell you in kel’noreem?”

Chona turned his attention from the mesmerizing light for a moment and faced Tuka’. “Our Lord has informed me of where his host awaits. Follow me now, and I will take you there.” Chona turned his attention back towards the entrance of the Chaapa’ai and proceeded to walk through it. Taninas and Tuka’ silently watched him disappear into the illuminated tunnel.

“What should we do?” asked Tuka’ helplessly. Taninas shrugged, motioned toward the Chaapa’ai and simply stated, “Follow him.”


To be continued…….

[Tabitha]

More more more.... oh and I hope they aren't going to end up squished against the earth iris in the next chapter :wink2:
that would be a very short story!

[2muchtvs]

gosh darn it tabitha, you went and ruined my , "they all die while flinging themselves against the iris" ending.

i'm off to write another!!

thanks for reading, ML

[2muchtvs]

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What Shall Be: Scene Five
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In a flourishing meadow, amidst the blooming flora of purples, pinks and yellowish hues, sat a circle of children. Each had their eyes closed and legs crossed. The smallest two among them cried, but most sat silently. Several of the children rocked back and forth and one even shifted her legs to rearrange them, but not a single one dared to open their eyes. A tangible fear griped this place of beauty.

The children all wore white, all bare footed, all blonde with blue eyes. Each of them had been placed in this circle by the very parents who had vowed at their births to protect them. The very parents who had left this meadow only minutes ago, aware that the act of abandoning these children was in itself an act of murder.


The children sat discarded and waited for the monsters from the Chaapa’ai to come.


It was this sight that Chona, Taninas and Tuka’ stumbled upon as they made their way to the valley where Chona was convinced that the host for his symbiote waited.

“What are those youths doing?” Tuka’ asked, pointed his lance towards the direction of the children.

“ I haven’t the faintest idea”, replied Taninas.

“They are waiting to be slaughtered”, Chona answered the men matter of factly. “My Lord has told me so. They are a sacrifice to celebrate his arrival.”

Taninas and Tuka’ looked back and forth in disbelief from Chona to the children and then back again to Chona.

'Did he say slaughter?' Tuka’ thought to himself. 'Our god is not yet out of the womb and the bloodshed has begun.'

Tuka’ doubted that he had the mental strength to kill defenseless children. He thought of his own four boys back on Chulak and a cold shiver traveled down to his spine. He cast a look of desperation towards Taninas.

Taninas grabbed out for Chona’s arm and spun him around, “Chona, are you saying that we must kill these children to honor our Lord?”

“No, not at all”, Chona replied passively. “My Lord has told me that the children have been placed here for his pleasure. An offering from the village to show that they will give all they have as a pledge of allegiance to the great goddess Hathor and her son.”

“Well what IS his pleasure?” Taninas frantically implored. “Does the one inside you wish for us to kill these children?”

Chona ignored Taninas’ question and continued walking towards the village hidden at the foot of the valley. Tuka’ let a small sigh of relief pass his lips as he realized that the children were being left behind in the meadow, still alive, and safe. 'But for how long?', he asked himself. 'For how long ?'

Within minutes the three travelers had reached the small community. Although the village looked very much like it was an alive, vibrant society, not a single body wandered along the main street.

Undaunted by a lack of a reception or greeting of any kind, Chona strode through the middle of the dusty road and stopped when he came upon the town square. The great Jaffa climbed up on a stone bench and shouted out into the sky with a booming voice,
” Your God has arrived to procure a host. All young men of blonde hair, and blue eyes whom wish to save the children in the meadow, come out now and show yourselves.”

The eerie silence of the abandoned village street continued, no one stepped out of the houses.

“Your silence casts your vote”, Chona yelled into the air and jumped off the stone bench.

“Come, follow me”, he directed to Taninas and Tuka’. The three of them began walking back towards the meadow.

As they exited through the gate of the village, a lone voice called out to them.

“ Stop! I will go with you.”

The warriors turned around and looked across the deserted village square. There, dressed in a traditional work robe, stood a young man of approximately 19 years. His long blond hair shifted in the wind, his arms reached out towards the three strangers.

“I will go with you”, the young man repeated. “The children need not die.” He scanned Chona with his crystal blue eyes, waiting for an answer.

Chona smiled, rubbed his pouch, and declared, “He is perfect”.



To be continued………………

[2muchtvs]

Hope this fic is making sense to everyone. Thanks for reading, ML
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What Shall Be: Scene Six


Taninas, and Tuka’ stood just inside the doorway of the village’s empty meeting hall.
Towards the front of the hall, seated in the first pew, sat the intended host. The young man had not muttered a word since volunteering in the street. Tuka’ was relieved by the
silence. He had no desire to converse with the boy. What would be the purpose? The young man in front of him would soon cease to exist. It was best to avoid any communication.

Himself and Taninas had refrained from speaking to each other as well. They were both aware of the fact that their Lord would gain insight of them when he took possession of his host. They did not want the God to think them unworthy to serve. They stood as still as statues hoping that they gave the impression of jaded and battle tested soldiers.

In truth, up until a few years ago, they had been nothing more than seasoned farmers. Yes, they had secretly trained as warriors, knowing that some day they might be called into service if Hathor ever returned to Chulak. But so many generations had passed since his people had actively served the goddess, and although his tribe continued to carry on the traditions of the generations before them, they had all been shocked when Hathor presented herself to them. It had been the most difficult decision of his life to leave his family behind on Chulak and follow the goddess to Denoow . But Chona had reminded them all that this was their destiny, that they were the blessed generation, the one that Hathor decided to return to. Chona was a born leader and his impassioned words has inspired the tribe to join Hathor in her quest to again be a queen among the gods. At the time, it all made sense. Now, sitting in this lonely meeting hall, observing someone else’s son who was about to be sacrificed to what Tuka’ was beginning to suspect was a hopeless cause, the warrior found himself second guessing his role in this undertaking. Taninas had not vocalized any concerns about the latest turn of events, and Chona, well Chona had never wavered in his belief of the Gods’ powers. Tuka’ hated being the weak link in the friends’ chain. He detested the frail part of his mind that allowed such misgivings.

In the front pew, the young man began to grow impatient. They had all been waiting close to an hour for Chona to perform kel’noreem and confirm the Lord’s instuctions. Although Tuka’ was dreading the thought of having to watch the symbiote claim its host, trapped in these close quarters with the boy was beginning to unnerve Tuka to no end. He said a silent prayer that the inevitable would simply happen. The poor boy must be going insane with terrified anticipation.

The doomed youth stood up and began walking toward the men. “ My name is Callen”, he called out as he approached them. “ I want to go and say goodbye to my parents, I am their only child. My decision to see this through has not wavered, but I do ask this one request.”

Tuka’ jumped slightly at the response that Taninas gave to the boy. “Sit down slave, your requests are of no concern to us.” The young man stopped in the aisle and stared at Taninas with contempt.

Tuka’s heart was breaking, he repeated the mantra in his head, ‘Be strong like Chona and Taninas, be strong’. He said another silent prayer that this situation should end.

“Sit down”, Taninas repeated to the boy. The youth stood immobile in the aisle. Taninas took a step forward, “Sit down now or you will live your final moments of awareness in pain.”

The young man looked Taninas squarely in the eyes and asked the warrior, “ Do you really think I care? What can your threats possibly mean to me at this moment?”

The angry, brief exchange was interrupted when Chona entered the hall from the side room he had been in.

“It is time”, he announced to no one in particular. “Bring him”.

Taninas immediately moved toward the boy. The youth backed away from his efforts stating, “I came out of my home without your assistance. Leave me alone.” Chona waived Taninas off, “Leave him be, if he attempts a cowardly escape, then you may intervene.” Taninas nodded once to acknowledge Chona’s direction and then waited for the boy to proceed to the annex. The strange procession began, Chona first, followed by the boy and Taninas, with Tuka’ bringing up the rear. No one spoke.

When they entered the annex, Chona pointed to a small cot along the side of a wall. “Take off your shirt and lay down on your stomach”, he instructed the young man. The would be host complied. “Know this”, the boy stated as he lowered himself onto the cot, “I do this in respect of the children, not any god.”

Chona ignored Callen’s declaration.

“Do you acknowledge that you are making this choice freely?” Chona asked the boy. “Would you admit, if anyone ever asked, that you were not physically forced to do this?”

“Yes”, the youth answered tersely. From his position, his head sideways against the rough material of the cot, he looked pointedly at Taninas and added, “No one has had to physically force me to do this.”

“Then behold your destiny”, Chona asserted, as he opened up his shirt, and allowed the boy to view his pouch. “Your God lies in wait.”

Callen watched with horrified fascination as the symbiote gingerly poked out its head.

Tuka’ had placed himself in the farthest corner as possible, hoping that he could somehow wish himself away from this nightmare. He no longer felt blessed, he felt dirty.
By sheer will, he forced himself to watch Chona lean in close to Callen and allow the symbiote to exit the pouch and slide onto the back of the boy.

Callen's body froze as the symbiote touched his skin. He closed his eyes and began chanting to himself the names of the children in the field. The worm inched its way up his back, seemed to sniff out a particular spot around Callen's neck, let out a bizarre squeal, and then sliced it’s way into the boy’s neck.

Callen screamed, and in the corner, Tuka’ bent over and threw up. As he spat the last of the foul discharge from his mouth, Tuka’ no longer cared about his God’s first impression of him. He was only thinking about his own family, his own children, his old life. He was ashamed to be a part of this violence. His thoughts were interrupted when Chona abruptly fell to the floor, grabbing his stomach. In the chaos of the moment, Tuka’ had forgotten that the transfer would result in Chona’s death. Tuka’ temporarily put aside his misgivings and ran to the aid of his friend. Taninas was already at Chona’s side, helping the Jaffa to another corner of the room where a blanket had already been placed on the floor.

“Are you in much pain Chona?” Taninas gently inquired.

“I am at peace.” the man replied. He looked back and forth between his two old friends, “Do not worry yourselves, I am at peace. Go, look after our Lord.”

Taninas walked over to the cot and peered down at the body of the young man. He appeared to be in a light sleep, blood tricking from the small slit in his neck. Taninas walked back over to Chona and Tuka’.

“I believe he is sleeping.”

Tuka’ looked to and fro from Chona to the boy. ‘What had they done?” he asked himself. Why had he stood back passively and allowed this to happen?

Chona, seeming to read Tuka’s mind, grabbed his friend’s hand. “What we have done today will make the universe a better place Tuka’. Our children will flourish under the leadership of this One. Our people will no longer have to hide, picking wheat season after season. This One will rise to greatnesses, and take our sons along with him. If you shed tears tonight, let it be in pride for the future, not in my passing.” The short speech seemed to exhaust Chona and he leaned down toward the ground. Taninas helped gently lower Chona’s head to the floor.

An odd, guttural voice emanated from the corner cot, causing Taninas and Tuka’ to turn sharply and face the body of Callen. The youth was standing, his blue eyes, now a covering of illuminated white. “Bring him here”, the Goa'uld directed Taninas. “My Jaffa will not die sprawled on a cold floor.”

Taninas assisted Chona to the cot, and then knelt before the young Lord. “My Lord, I am here to serve you.”

“Leave us, both of you”, the Goa'uld commanded to Chona’s two friends.

Taninas rose from the ground, bowed to his new Lord, and exited the annex. Tuka’ glanced at Chona, his eyes saying a final goodbye, and followed Taninas out of the room.

Chona lay on the cot, his life ebbing away. The Goa'uld knelt down on one knee beside the cot and put his hand inside Chona’s.

“Someday my friend, we will meet again. You will sit by my side and be my First Prime for eternity. For the here and now, your sons, and their sons' sons will forever hold positions of power under my reign. You die knowing that you have served your Lord with honor and distinction.”

Chona nodded a thank you, closed his eyes, and died.

The Goa'uld put Callen shirt on, smoothed the work robe, took one last look at Chona, and inhaled a deep breath. He swung the door of the annex open and glared at Taninas and Tuka’.

“He is dead. You will bury him in a suitable place and identify his grave with a worthy marker. Tell the leaders of this village to keep the grave well or they will feel my wrath upon my return. Then you will come back here and escort me to the Chaapa’ai. Go now, and accomplish all these tasks in a fashion that will not incur my anger. I want to be rid of this planet and on Abydos before nightfall.”



To be continued…….


OK, if anyone is still reading, SG 1 is in the batter's box.
See ya tomorrow. ML