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hathor_girl) wrote2011-10-05 04:32 pm
hathor_girl) wrote2011-10-05 04:32 pm
Fic, New Hosts, NC-17, Rosha/Jolinar/Martouf/Lantash, 8/24
Chapter 8: Hiding
Martouf POV
"Down here!" I call out to the young woman from before. She looks to me, eyes wide with fear, then back at the chaos, clearly close to panicking. "Quickly!" I urge her.
She finally reacts, and crawls over the rubble of the fallen pillar and down beside me, under the half-cover of a large half-broken table that leans on the rubble.
"Did...did you see..." she stammers. "The creatures... they... they took those poor people!"
Clearly, she is oblivious to the danger from the bombardment, only focused on what she just saw. I saw it as well. It was horrifying. After a couple of the Jaffa are hit by the explosions, several of Bastet's surviving children have clearly decided they would be safer in hosts, and have begun taking the humans nearby.
I am hoping we will be safe from that as well, down here - though I know it is only a matter of time before either one or the other of these 'gods' win - and we lose.
The bombardment is lessening - the explosions are more distant and I hear the whine of ships fly past. I am guessing Bastet's ships are returning fire on the attacker and chasing them away. I am not sure if this is good or bad for us - if Bastet wins, we will surely become hosts.
I eye the group of cowering Jaffa - with Bastet's young in their pouches - then look to the young woman beside me, taking her hand, squeezing it gently. "Yes, I saw it. We will stay here - hidden. Safe." I hope.
She nods, still very badly shaken.
"What is your name?" I ask her in a low voice, as much to calm myself as her. I need something normal to talk about to keep my nerves from fraying.
"Rosha. My name...is Rosha."
I nod. "Hello, Rosha. I am Martouf."
She nods back, distractedly. She is focused on the Jaffa. Suddenly she gasps and I follow her gaze.
I see why she is afraid. It has been a while now since any explosions in here, and the Jaffa are no longer cowering. A group of them are on the way over here - and they have clearly seen us!
Malek POV
The hosts of Lantash and Jolinar are mortally wounded. They need new hosts, and they need them within the hour if they are to have a chance to live. I have pulled my two friends to relative safety under a large table, ensuring they will not get further injuries.
I curse our bad fortune. How are we to find hosts here? Especially willing hosts. All humans will think we are Goa'uld - indeed, we have been doing our very best to convince everyone here that we are Goa'uld, as was of course necessary for the mission.
My host, Naron is speaking to me, suggesting there are some humans who might be willing to become Tok'ra hosts. Those that have just been chosen as Goa'uld hosts.
I am somewhat revolted by the idea. They will not be truly willing, as much as they will be desperate to escape their fate as Goa'uld hosts. If they even believe we are Tok'ra, and that we are different, which is very unlikely in itself.
However, as the minutes pass and the breathing of Lantash and Jolinar grows ever more laboured, I begin to be willing to try. I look towards the group of Goa'uld hosts to be - they are cowering about sixty feet away - those that are not scurrying away from those of Bastet's children who have begun to take hosts, having decided they can better protect themselves in a host than rely on a Jaffa to do it in a situation such as this.
Several of the Jaffa carrying Bastet's offspring have been killed - there will be an excess of hosts...we may be able to get away with this without having Bastet kill us afterwards, even if we are not able to flee. A Goa'uld in danger will do anything to live, regardless of anyone else. Taking a human, even one belonging to another Goa'uld, would be understandable. Perhaps even forgiveable...
The question is if it is morally forgiveable, which is much more questionable. Naron comforts me, telling me they would have become hosts - or killed - anyway. And it is a much less horrible fate to be a Tok'ra host than a Goa'uld one - even if they are not truly willing.
I allow myself to be convinced, and am about to sneak up to the group of humans and talk to them, when Kelmaa stops me.
"Where are you going?" she asks me in a low voice. "It is not safe yet!" she looks with concern at Lantash and Jolinar. "How are they doing?"
"Bad," I tell her. I sigh and tell her the plan Naron and I have come up with.
At first she is appalled, but then she nods. "I shall go with you and help you convince them."
Together we go to the group, taking care to listen for any approaching aircraft first. There is none. We are safe, for now.
Martouf POV
"Down here!" I call out to the young woman from before. She looks to me, eyes wide with fear, then back at the chaos, clearly close to panicking. "Quickly!" I urge her.
She finally reacts, and crawls over the rubble of the fallen pillar and down beside me, under the half-cover of a large half-broken table that leans on the rubble.
"Did...did you see..." she stammers. "The creatures... they... they took those poor people!"
Clearly, she is oblivious to the danger from the bombardment, only focused on what she just saw. I saw it as well. It was horrifying. After a couple of the Jaffa are hit by the explosions, several of Bastet's surviving children have clearly decided they would be safer in hosts, and have begun taking the humans nearby.
I am hoping we will be safe from that as well, down here - though I know it is only a matter of time before either one or the other of these 'gods' win - and we lose.
The bombardment is lessening - the explosions are more distant and I hear the whine of ships fly past. I am guessing Bastet's ships are returning fire on the attacker and chasing them away. I am not sure if this is good or bad for us - if Bastet wins, we will surely become hosts.
I eye the group of cowering Jaffa - with Bastet's young in their pouches - then look to the young woman beside me, taking her hand, squeezing it gently. "Yes, I saw it. We will stay here - hidden. Safe." I hope.
She nods, still very badly shaken.
"What is your name?" I ask her in a low voice, as much to calm myself as her. I need something normal to talk about to keep my nerves from fraying.
"Rosha. My name...is Rosha."
I nod. "Hello, Rosha. I am Martouf."
She nods back, distractedly. She is focused on the Jaffa. Suddenly she gasps and I follow her gaze.
I see why she is afraid. It has been a while now since any explosions in here, and the Jaffa are no longer cowering. A group of them are on the way over here - and they have clearly seen us!
Malek POV
The hosts of Lantash and Jolinar are mortally wounded. They need new hosts, and they need them within the hour if they are to have a chance to live. I have pulled my two friends to relative safety under a large table, ensuring they will not get further injuries.
I curse our bad fortune. How are we to find hosts here? Especially willing hosts. All humans will think we are Goa'uld - indeed, we have been doing our very best to convince everyone here that we are Goa'uld, as was of course necessary for the mission.
My host, Naron is speaking to me, suggesting there are some humans who might be willing to become Tok'ra hosts. Those that have just been chosen as Goa'uld hosts.
I am somewhat revolted by the idea. They will not be truly willing, as much as they will be desperate to escape their fate as Goa'uld hosts. If they even believe we are Tok'ra, and that we are different, which is very unlikely in itself.
However, as the minutes pass and the breathing of Lantash and Jolinar grows ever more laboured, I begin to be willing to try. I look towards the group of Goa'uld hosts to be - they are cowering about sixty feet away - those that are not scurrying away from those of Bastet's children who have begun to take hosts, having decided they can better protect themselves in a host than rely on a Jaffa to do it in a situation such as this.
Several of the Jaffa carrying Bastet's offspring have been killed - there will be an excess of hosts...we may be able to get away with this without having Bastet kill us afterwards, even if we are not able to flee. A Goa'uld in danger will do anything to live, regardless of anyone else. Taking a human, even one belonging to another Goa'uld, would be understandable. Perhaps even forgiveable...
The question is if it is morally forgiveable, which is much more questionable. Naron comforts me, telling me they would have become hosts - or killed - anyway. And it is a much less horrible fate to be a Tok'ra host than a Goa'uld one - even if they are not truly willing.
I allow myself to be convinced, and am about to sneak up to the group of humans and talk to them, when Kelmaa stops me.
"Where are you going?" she asks me in a low voice. "It is not safe yet!" she looks with concern at Lantash and Jolinar. "How are they doing?"
"Bad," I tell her. I sigh and tell her the plan Naron and I have come up with.
At first she is appalled, but then she nods. "I shall go with you and help you convince them."
Together we go to the group, taking care to listen for any approaching aircraft first. There is none. We are safe, for now.