4: Thundergate
by Chaos_eternus
Pirate came to with a start and a groan as the lingering pain from the Zat blast hit him. He shook it off, and looked around the cell, noting that all of RSG-1 was present and slowly waking back up. He looked closer at the walls and cursed, this didn't appear to be the old temple on PC-49X, this looked a lot like the inside of a Goa'uld ship.
“Not good” he noted, and then moved to wake the rest of the team up, “Wakey Wakey, rise and shine cos the shit just hit the fan, and we're covered in it.”
“Crap, remind me never to get Zatted again.” Pierce rose to her feet, glanced around the room and the solid looking door, and cursed, she hated getting captured, once was very definitely enough.
“Fine, I'll ask the next group of Jaffa nicely to use their staff weapons instead of the zats shall I?”
“Can the sarcasm, Brown.” Pierce glared at the captain, before returning to her inspection of the room.
A clunk in the ceiling made RSG-1 look up as a small object dropped through the hastily closed opening, Brown glanced at it and groaned, knowing what was going to happen next;
“Well, Shit!” A flash filled the room and RSG-1 fell unconscious to the floor they had only just risen from.
Pirate once again awoke first, with a curse as he tested the straps holding him to the cold solid marble table. He glanced around the room and noted quickly the solid gold walls and floors, the Goa'uld markings, and the Jaffa guards who had the mark of a snake branded into their foreheads. Pirate glanced closer at the mark; it wasn't a mark he had been shown in their briefing on the snakes, which meant a new Goa'uld to deal with, perfect. Well, he noted as he glanced to the sides, at least the teams all here.
Pirate waited patiently as the rest of the team woke up, muttering comments about paracetamols and hangovers. He wished fervently that it was that simple, if a Paracetamol could get them out of this…
“What the hell was that?” Pickstock cursed; trying to bring his hands far enough up so that he could hold his head against the pain.
“Shock grenade” Brown replied.
“Well, Shit!”
“Silence!” the shout boomed through the room from the Jaffa guards on the door as the clumping sound of approaching Jaffa echoed through the room. The door opened and twenty Jaffa stepped in, lining the room, their zats pointed directly at RSG-1 as they lay strapped to the tables. Behind them came a tall wizened man in radiant purple silk robes with flashing eyes.
“I find myself in need of a new host.” the Goa'uld spoke, his voice guttural and cruel-sounding, “Which one of you shall have the honour of serving your God?”
Mentally cursing the air blue, noting with wry amusement that she had been swearing more in the day then the last year combined, Pierce replied, “I'm afraid I don't see any God here, could you please bring them to us? I rather like to meet a true God before I die.”
“Insolence!” the Goa'ulds eyes flashed and with a gesture Pierce knew only pain as a Jaffa behind her shoved a pain stick into her side.
What felt like hours later but was likely only minutes, the torture device was removed and she found herself sweating, her muscles trembling with reaction, with a gasp and grimace, she turned a defiant glare on the Goa'uld in front.
“Before we get too personal,” she barked, “can I at least know your name?”
There was a pause as the figure stroked the grey length of his long beard thoughtfully, then;
“Maktenos,” He replied softly, then glanced at the Jaffa, “Insolence… they are all insolent.”
Pierces world descended into pain once more but this time, she could hear more screams joining her own.
O'Neill glanced quickly around the corner of the entrance, all clear, he moved quickly onto the steps of the temple and looked all around the clearing then to the forest surrounding this old temple, all clear, in fact, O'Neill noted with a frown, no sign of the Unas anywhere, even the dead bodies had been removed but not yet the scattered blood, gore and shell casings which marked their passing. No drag marks either to tell where the bodies had been removed too.
Something didn't feel right here at all.
“All right people, we're heading for the gate to rendezvous with reinforcements then we're coming looking for RSG-1, lets go!”
The StarGate team members rushed down the steps of the temple, trying to cover the exposed space in as little time as possible, Carter getting to the bottom of the steps first, and running on towards the forest.
A solid thunk made O'Neill look up as Carter bounced off an unseen object and hit the ground, blood rapidly pouring from her nose.
“Carter!”
She didn't move, O'Neill cursed and carefully made his way over to her. He could see nothing she could have hit but it was obvious she had hit something and that meant a cloaked vessel of some sort.
Not something he wanted to run into either.
“Teal'c!” he shouted, then gestured swiftly at the Jaffa's staff and the unknown ahead.
Nodding acknowledgement, he probed forward with his staff, quickly hitting the cloaked object. He moved closer, and felt the shape of it with his hands as O'Neill and Daniel saw to Carter, SG-11 providing cover.
“O'Neill! It appears to be a cloaked Goa'uld vessel”
“Well, any bets as to where RSG-1 are?”
“No bet, Daniel” O'Neill thumbed his radio on, “Sierra-Golf-Charlie, this is Sierra-Golf-One, come in.”
“SG-1, this is SG-2, we are at the gate, SG-3 and five are with us.”
“Copy that, be advised we have a cloaked Goa'uld ship here.”
“Damn,” the crackly voice paused for a moment, “and idea of the class?”
O'Neill glanced at Teal'c who, between quick glances around the perimeter, was still probing around the craft.
“It is no Tel'tac or Udajeet ” giving a minute, almost unnoticeable shrug, he continued “I suspect it is much larger then either but the shape is wrong for both.”
That got a grimace from the Colonel, there weren't too many ships that fit that description that would likely be on a Goa'uld world, “Probably a Ha'tak, over.”
That triggered a longer pause, then a weary sigh that spoke elequantly of the distant speaker's thoughts on the matter, “Understood Colonel. I'm sending SG-2 and 5 your way, SG-3 are covering the gate, estimate 20 mikes to your location. SG-2 actual out.”
O'Neill shot Daniel a look, catching his eyes as the geek turned Soldier finished checking Carters injuries. The look he got back was an unworried, exasperated roll of the eyes.
Relaxing slightly, he turned his own attention back to the perimeter.