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hathor_girlWe are told the directions to the cell block, and we hurry there as much as we can, without risking anyone thinking we are behaving strangely. When no one is nearby, I take out a short knife Jolinar snatched in the kitchen, and push it into the bread, hiding it. I then place the bread so that the end is in the barley gruel, hiding I have tampered with it. A zat would be better, but this is the best we can do right now, and we couldn't have hid that in the food anyway. The knife may come in handy for them later.
Jolinar takes control just before we reach the door, and she bows submissively to the Jaffa guards. "I am bringing food and water for the prisoners, good sirs. I ask to pass."
"We shall accompany you, so they do not trick you."
"Thank you."
"Have you been told? They are not ordinary prisoners, but fallen, perverted gods! It is only due to our Lords great power that they are kept captive. I would be careful going close to them, however!" the youngest of the Jaffa says.
The older Jaffa glares at him, and he shuts up. Jaffa usually consider themselves above speaking to mere humans, unless they have to, but the Jaffa is young, and he seems to appreciate how we look. It worries me, but Jolinar smiles invitingly at the Jaffa. "Thank you for your concern." She smiles wider. "I am Noska from Kiwwa."
The young Jaffa grins at her, a bit foolishly. I mentally roll my eyes.
~Jolinar!~
~What? If we wish to be able to free Martouf and the others, it is not a bad idea to make sure one of the guards like us.~
~I suppose that is true...~ I admit, reluctantly.
We follow the two Jaffa guards along a corridor, with cells on each side. They are all empty, except the one furthest in. Two people are sitting along the back wall of it - one of them is Martouf/Lantash, the other one Jolinar recognizes as Rohk/Ihlkat. We both feel immensely relieved that Martouf/Lantash are alive, but what has happened to Hurvu/Sikhlat?
Since Hurvu/Sikhlat are female, and quite beautiful, a number of worrying scenarios runs through Jolinar's head. The Goa'uld will not usually rape Tok'ra - or other Goa'uld - prisoners, but it happens. With Heru'ur's little disgusting kink of getting aroused from torturing people, who knows what he has done to Hurvu/Sikhlat? Jolinar does not consider it very likely, though, but it is still worrying she is not here. Heru'ur should not have killed off any of his prisoners yet.
"Give them their food. Quickly." the Jaffa leader says, opening the door to the cell. "If you try any think, I will shoot!" he threatens the Tok'ra in the cell.
We walk up to the cell and start placing the food and drink just inside the cell. Jolinar sneaks a look at Martouf and Lantash. They look tired, and their clothing is bloody and torn, but they seem uninjured. They have probably been in the sarcophagus after the torture. Martouf looks up, and for a short moment he gets a surprised expression, then he carefully blanks his expression. With the masking drug, he cannot sense Jolinar, so he must think it is just me, Sam, and I am not surprised he is shocked I would come to his rescue. Or even that I know how to find him. Jolinar wink at him and give him a reassuring smile, then turn around and leave the cell again.
Jolinar bows respectfully to the Jaffa, and is about to go, when the young Jaffa take a step towards us and grab my arm.
"Noska...you are new here, correct?"
"I am, yes, sir."
He nods. "Then...why do you not return later, and perhaps bring us tuva-juice and flat-cake? My shift is over in an hour, and I could teach you many things you need to know here...and show you some parts of the palace a human would not be allowed to go on their own. What do you say?"
~No...no, no, no!~ I tell Jolinar.
However, she just smiles at him and bows her head in acceptance. "That would be most agreeable, good sir. I shall return here in an hour.
~Are you crazy? Don't you get it? He want to sleep with us! I am not, repeat not having sex with him. I refuse! What are you thinking of? You have mates!~
Jolinar pushes the cart back in the direction of the kitchen, and sighs as she answers. ~Yes, I have mates, and I have no intention of being intimate with the Jaffa, unless there is no other alternative. If that should be the case, I will block you out, and you will never know what has happened. However, this is something I have thought through at a previous time, and while I still very much regret what I had to do, I will do anything to save my mates, and be together with them again. Anything! Understood?~
An image of a disgusting, foul-smelling man...a Goa'uld, appears in my mind for a brief moment, before Jolinar brutally forces the memory away. ~You slept with him to escape from...Netu? What is Netu?~
~A place you should hope never to see. It is a hell, created by Sokar, to house his enemies. This is a memory I will not discuss.~
Jolinar sounds so completely refusing of talking about it, that I accept and leave it. For now.
We had returned to the kitchen with the cart, and then gone to fetch some tuva-juice and flat-cakes. The first is a kind of refreshing drink, made of - you guessed it - something called tuva-fruit. I don't like the smell - it's somewhat like a combination of rancid butter and strawberries - but the taste is not too bad. It's never going to be my favourite, that's for sure. Turns out Jolinar doesn't like it either. It's something the Jaffa are fond of drinking. Since they don't drink alcohol - they can't get drunk, only sick if they drink a lot - they have other beverages they prefer. Tuva-fruit is slightly intoxicating in itself, and affects the Jaffa a little, so they drink that.
The flat-cakes are a hard, slightly spicy, sweetened cakes, made from oatmeal and wheat. They're pretty good, actually, but notcombined with the tuva-juice. I'm glad Jolinar is going to be in control for this 'date'. I have asked her to block the taste from me. I would ask her to block me out completely, but I want to keep an eye on what she are doing. It's not that I don't trust her, but...it's my body.
We have spent a couple of hours with the young Jaffa. His name turns out to be Lahk'tor, and I guess he is nice enough. Jolinar is pouring tuva-juice in his glass as soon as it is empty, and he is getting to be quite intoxicated. Suddenly, Jolinar snatches his zat and shoots him once, before he even has time to react.
~Wait, don't kill him! He hasn't done anything!~
~He would give us away if we let him live!~ Jolinar says, looking towards the still unconscious Jaffa. As intoxicated as he was when we shot him, it's unlikely he will wake up any time soon.
~Can't we lock him up somewhere? I mean, we don't expect to hang around here for long, do we?~
Jolinar sighs. ~It is dangerous and foolish, but...yes, the small storage room he showed us, no doubt with the intention we should meet there later...it would be useful for hiding him. It is remote, and looked rarely used. If we hurry, we should be able to get him there before the next change of guards. Right now no one should be in the corridors that leads there.~ She looks around the room and find some thin, strong rope, which she use to tie up the Jaffa.
~Wait, we need him to be able to walk! We can't carry him! He's too big for that.~
~We can carry him. I give you quite a bit of strength, as well as enhance your senses. Have you not noticed?~ Jolinar sounds almost insulted.
I have noticed, actually, but had not stopped to think. ~Yes, but I didn't think it would make me that strong. I mean, I'm pretty strong, but this guy is Teal'c-sized!~
~Yes, he is.~ Jolinar takes the Jaffa's knife and hides in our clothes, together with the zat she took earlier. Then she lifts up the Jaffa and slings him over the shoulder, leaving out the door at a fast trot, as soon as she has listened that no one is there.
Surprisingly, we made it to the small storage room. The Jaffa is still unconscious, and we make sure he is well tied up, and that he has a gag he can not yell through. It will likely be at least a day, maybe more, before he is found. By then, we hope to be long gone.