STARGATE SG-1 29 Hall of the Two Truths by Susannah Parker Sinard Read Free Book Online

versed in your mythology, Dr. Jackson,” replied NebtHet, her admiration, or at least some well-acted admiration, for Daniel quite obvious. “And no. Osiris has no place here. None of his kind do.”
    Sam couldn’t help but wonder what exactly NebtHet meant by that, especially given the edge of disdain in her voice.
    “But you were right about one thing,” NebtHet continued. “Duat is indeed the underworld. And you each have a journey to make here.”
    Something about the way she said it made Sam shiver. There was a look of keen anticipation on NebtHet’s face as she added, “It is time, now, for you to begin.”
    Her moves were smooth and swift. Sam didn’t even see the zat until its blast struck Teal’c full in the chest. Aset had drawn a zat as well and fired seconds after NebtHet. Teal’c dropped to his knees and sank to the floor.
    He was dead.
    Sam barely processed what was happening. It was devastatingly fast, yet excruciatingly slow. She heard the colonel roar in rage and lunge at the two women, but he seemed held back by something. Sam vaguely registered that Jenmar was restraining him.
    In horror, she watched NebtHet turn her zat on Daniel. Aset followed and Sam saw her friend fall, just as Teal’c had done. The colonel, still struggling to break free from Jenmar, swore violently. Something in Sam ignited. Fury. Grief. Fear. She dove for NebtHet herself.
    The first zat blast caught Sam in the midsection. The too familiar sensation of having touched a high voltage wire shuddered through her. She barely felt the second shot when it hit. For the briefest moment she thought she heard the colonel cry out in anguish.
    And then — nothing.
     
    When the second zat turned toward him, Jack felt only relief. Teal’c. Daniel. Carter. Hell. He was already dead. Dying would just be a technicality.
    Aset fired.
    He hardly felt a thing.

Chapter Three
    “YOU MEAN to tell me, the Tok’ra are not the ones responsible for our people being on that planet?” Hammond looked back and forth between the two individuals who sat across from each other at the conference table. Both wore the same schooled expression that every Tok’ra he had ever encountered, save for Jacob Carter, seemed to have perfected. It made it hard to get a read on them, which perhaps explained why Jack never trusted them much.
    “ I assure you, General, we are not. ” Anise’s tone was defensive, as usual.
    “The planet of which you speak would never have been considered for a Tok’ra base, as it is inhabited,” Aldwin clarified.
    Hammond’s message to the Tok’ra that Jenmar had gone missing on P4C-679, along with SG-1, had resulted in the swift arrival of Aldwin and Anise. He wished Jacob had been available, but apparently Major Carter’s father was deeply embedded in Goa’uld territory and unreachable.
    So he was left with these two. Anise he was only too familiar with, although he had not seen her since the tragic events surrounding the death of Martouf. Aldwin, he knew only by reputation. ‘Rigid’ was the word he believe Teal’c had used to describe him in a report. They were quite the pair.
    For the moment, however, they were the only pair he had. Hammond resisted the urge to sigh, but he did clasp his hands even more tightly on the table in front of him.
    “And what about the Ancient technology that’s there?” he asked. The two of them shared puzzled glances, which, as far as Hammond could tell, seemed genuine. It was Anise who finally made the connection.
    “ Perhaps you are referring to the Dome of Anu? ”
    The look of confusion resolved on Aldwin’s face too.
    “The Dome of Anu?” repeated Hammond.
    “On Teranu — what you designate P4C-679 — there are ruins of what once was a planetary mapping station,” Aldwin explained. “It contained a device of the Ancients that no longer functions. Years ago our scientists speculated that it perhaps was designed to chart the stellar drift as part of the mechanism for