Fanfic, Stargate SG-1, Encounters on a Faraway Planet, PG-13, 6/8
6. Looking for Allies
"Perhaps we should inquire about assistance from the grey furred aliens," Teal'c suggested.
"That's not a bad idea, T! They ought to be pretty angry at Zorn. Maybe even angry enough that they'll help us take him down," O'Neill said.
"I don't think you should be too sure of that. Pacifism is an integral part of their culture. They won't just forget about it," Daniel pointed out.
"Besides, they have no telepathy any longer, so they can't help us block Zorn from sensing our presence," Martouf said.
"True, but they've been to the palace, and they can help us fight the guards. I think we should ask them," O'Neill decided.
"Well, there's a group over there." Daniel pointed.
O'Neill looked around. Not very many others were present, so he walked over to them, with the others following. "Hi guys!" He smiled. "We're... from Earth. The Tau'ri. Well, except for Marty, who's a Tok'ra... and Teal'c who's a Jaffa.." He shook his head. "Never mind. We're here to help you."
"We know... who are," one of the grey furred aliens said in a monotonous voice.
"Great! Then let's get to how we can help each other. You've been harmed by the Goa'uld of this world. I'm guessing you want him gone. So do we."
"You are. Mistaken. He is our... god. Our Lord. He shows kindness."
"Um, you can't mean that. He removed your ability to read minds," Daniel pointed out.
"We mere mortals. We should not. Touch minds," the grey alien said.
"He freed us." another said. "From bounds."
"He rewards... us. Sometimes lets us..." the alien frowned, looking for the right words. "Connect. Feel others."
"Makes us... touch minds. Briefly."
"So good." The alien smiled a slightly scary, wide grin, showing all its many sharp teeth.
"You already could that. Before, I mean," Daniel reminded him.
"Yeah. He took that ability from you," O'Neill said. "He's evil."
"How. Dare you!" the first of the grey aliens exclaimed. "He our lord!"
"You evil ones!" another screamed.
O'Neill shook his head. "Okay, never mind. We're leaving." He lifted his weapon and pointed at it. "We'll handle this. You can thank us later."
"No! We cannot. Not let go."
"You do harm. You harm lord!"
"Stop them!"
The grey furred aliens hesitated, then suddenly jumped SG-1 and Martouf|Lantash, somewhat awkwardly. It was clear violence was not something they were used to, and they did not try to actually harm SG-1 but they did start tearing at their clothing and taking things from them - weapons first, then their backpacks and anything in their pockets.
"Let go of me!" Sam exclaimed, giving one of the aliens a push.
"We are not your enemies," Teal'c insisted.
The aliens fought them for several minutes, with SG-1 and Martouf|Lantash soon realizing they were extremely strong. Then, suddenly, the aliens let go and walked some distance away with their loot.
"Don't! It's very dangerous!" O'Neill exclaimed, when one of the aliens curiously examined his weapon. He jumped forward, but was held back by a large grey alien, who hissed at him and bared its teeth.
The first alien ignored him and kept fiddling with the MP5, while the rest of the grey aliens in the group looked on and chattered excitedly among each other. Suddenly a shot rang out and an alien screamed loudly before collapsing on the ground.
"Oh, my god!" Sam exclaimed, looking at the fallen alien who was loudly crying, fluorescent green blood flowing from a wound in its chest.
"You harm us! Proof!" the nearest of the aliens screamed.
"You trick us!" an alien wailed.
"You wanted harm lord! We stop you. You harm... us!" the alien hissed.
"It was a mistake," Daniel said quickly.
"I did warn you!" O'Neill said, offended. "Let me look at him."
"I may be able to help - if you will give me my healing device back," Martouf said.
"No. None touch!" the alien growled at them and bared its teeth.
"We should harm them!" one suddenly said.
"What? Aren't you pacifist?" O'Neill asked.
"We not who we were. You harm us. You want harm Lord," one of the aliens said.
"We harm you!" another insisted. "You learn."
"You killed one of us!" an alien accused. "You die too!"
"We eat them. Animals!" another alien cried.
"Relax, we're leaving!" O'Neill held up his hands and backed away. "Come on guys, quickly!"
They began walking from the threatening aliens. Suddenly, one of the grey ones screamed, "Not let them go!"
SG-1 and Martouf|Lantash began to run, and the aliens followed. They raced through the city, the blue and turquoise aliens in the streets just staring at them, a look of mild confusion and some distaste on their faces. They did not interfere.
They had reached the outskirts of the town and the aliens had almost caught up with them when a bell started ringing. The aliens immediately stopped.
"Zorn!" one of the aliens, said, a creepy, almost obsessed smile appearing on its face.
"He calls! Reward!" another said.
They all turned around and left, leaving SG-1 and Martouf|Lantash to themselves.
"Well that was lucky!" Daniel exclaimed, panting hard from the exhaustion.
"Very," Martouf agreed.
"We saw it before - only the grey ones reacted to the bell," Daniel said. "Apparently it's Zorn calling for them."
"That explains why only the grey furred ones react," Teal'c observed.
"We shouldn't stay here. They could come back," Sam pointed out.
They began walking through the outer parts of the town. There were not many people out in the streets here, or maybe it was because of the time - it was just around noon and quite warm.
"Someone is following us," Teal'c suddenly said.
"I concur," Martouf said.
"I don't hear anything," O'Neill said.
Teal'c stopped and turned around. "Somewhere to the right - perhaps halfway to that street."
"Behind the low bushes," Martouf added.
Now they all heard a rustling of leaves. Teal'c took several quick steps towards the bushes, and then whatever or whomever was hiding clearly panicked. A small blue Denebian rushed out, but before she could escape, Teal'c had grabbed her arm.
"You are following us," Teal'c stated.
"Let me go!" she insisted, pulling at her arm.
"Why were you spying on us? Did the Goa'uld send you?" O'Neill asked.
She gave him an offended look. "No! I here... to help."
"Help? You want to help us?" O'Neill asked.
"Yes. And my... my male sibling."
"Your brother?" Daniel asked.
She looked intently at him for a few moments, making him scratch his head. "Yes."
Daniel winced lightly. "You pulled that word from my mind!"
"Yes. Apologies. I not so... proficient... your language. Or mind touch with... offworlders."
"Never mind!" O'Neill said. "So, you want to help us - and your brother. How?"
"The new Lord must... disappear."
"Okay, yes. We agree. You can help us with that?" O'Neill asked.
"More importantly, you are willing to do that?" Daniel asked, surprised.
"Yes. He harmed my... brother. Now he cannot touch my mind. I must."
"Okay, in that case - I'm Colonel O'Neill. That's Daniel, Teal'c, Major Carter, and Martouf," O'Neill said.
The girl swayed her head back and forth, possibly as a confirmation. "My name... is Wrolla." She looked around, spotting another Denebian approaching. "What we... will do. Is not done. Come - go other place."
They followed the girl past the last houses and into the forest behind the town. When they reached a clearing, she stopped.
"I know to enter palace. Unseen," Wrolla said.
"That would be great. Then maybe we can surprise Zorn," Sam said.
"Sounds good. How?" O'Neill asked.
"We played there. In palace. Before new lord came," Wrolla explained. She pointed towards a small group of large rocks. "We found secret entrance to palace."
"Awesome!" O'Neill grinned. "Let's check it out!"
"How long has the palace been here?" Daniel asked. "It's clearly a different style."
The girl frowned. "Style?" She nodded. "I understand. It looks strange. Yes, it was here."
"Maybe another Goa'uld was here a long time ago," Daniel mused. "Interesting. I wonder why he left."
"Never mind that. Wrolla, could you show us the entrance?" O'Neill said.
She measured them with her gaze. "Yes. You can fit." She looked at Teal'c. "Barely."
"Small tunnel?" Daniel asked.
She made the back and forth swaying. "Adult Denebians cannot. Fit." She went to the rocks. "Under there." She pushed aside the branches of a large bush and crawled under it.
"Oy! My knees!" O'Neill complained, but followed the girl.
Under the bush there was fairly much space, with all the smaller branches and leaves being on the outside. The bush grew up against the cliffs, hiding the opening that was now visible between two of the rocks.
Wrolla entered the opening, and O'Neill followed. "There's an opening here!" he called to the others, before going into the hole, feeling more than a little apprehensive.
"Is safe. No worry!" Wrolla assured him.
"It's also pretty damn dark!" O'Neill said, crawling forward and down without being able to see anything. After a short time, the tunnel started to widen and go downwards faster, until it lead out into a corridor that was high enough that he could stand upright.
Daniel followed next, then Sam, then Martouf|Lantash, and finally Teal'c.
"I do not like that we have no weapons," Teal'c observed, when he had managed to wriggle through the narrow entrance and stood in the tunnel with the others.
"I'm not fond of that little detail either, or the fact that the only light in here is what comes from the entrance. It's so dark I can barely see anything!" O'Neill compained.
"It is very dark," Sam agreed.
"Jaffa have better night vision than humans. This is adequate for me," Teal'c said.
"For me as well," Martouf said. "Tok'ra also have heightened senses. However, as we move further from the entrance it will become darker. Too dark for any of us to see. I estimate the distance to the palace is almost two of your miles."
"My kind see well in dark," Wrolla said. "Hear and smell high too. I lead."
"Wait a moment," Martouf said,going back to the entrance. He was gone for some minutes, then returned. "I remembered seeing flint stones - and I also found some dry wood."
He took off his belt, and stroked the flint stone against the belt buckle. After a few tries a spark flew and caught fire on one of the dry branches. He blew gently on it, and the fire flared. He held the other of the two dry branches he had brought against it, and that one caught fire too. "Here." He held the burning branch out to O'Neill.
"Nice! Seems like the Tok'ra have their uses!" He grinned.
Martouf gave him a long-suffering look and turned to follow Wrolla who was waiting impatiently for them.
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