Stargate SG-1: Sacrifice Moon

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sparks. Daniel stopped dialing and ducked for cover. Captain
Carter leaped like a panther to Teal'c's side and let loose a rattling
burst of auto fire - still aiming over the heads of the massing guards.
Jack did the same, covering their six, and backed up to grab Daniel by
the back of the shirt and drag him upright. "Dial!" he barked.
    Daniel gave him a white-faced, anxious look and slapped a symbol
with more than necessary force. There were five lit up so far. Two
more...
    Something hit Jack in the back, hard, and spread over him in a
red convulsing haze. He heard Daniel yell his name, and then he was
down with no sense of impact. The stone was hot under his cheek, but
he couldn't move. Paralyzed. Dammit. A hit to the spine?
    Daniel went for his holstered Beretta. Too slow. Clumsy. Needed
more training...
    Not that it would have helped. They swarmed him like ants and
brought him down on the ground, next to Jack.
    Jack had an ant's-eye view of sandals trampling past him. Acton
was talking in a sharp, angry voice to the rest of the town council.
That's it, talk it over he thought. The paralysis was temporary. Had
to be temporary. He'd get movement back, and then he'd kick some
bony Greek ass, no question about it. The stone felt warm and gritty
under his cheek, and he saw a trickle of blood flow past his left eye.
His own? Carter's? Teal'c's? It was just a trickle, not a flood, but it
was very, very red.
    The argument ended with some flat pronouncement from Acton.
Dammit, Daniel, I need to know what's happening, a little translation
would be good... Of course, Daniel must have thought he was unconscious. From time to time he heard Daniel's voice rising and falling,
spiked with anger but unnaturally even, as if he was making a huge
effort to be reasonable when all he wanted was to strangle somebody
with their own guts.
    One of the guards stepped in at a curt word from Acton, and, by the sound of it, slammed the heavy metal-clad butt of his spear against
Daniel's face.

    That ended the conversation.
    Jack listened to the percussive sound of symbols being entered
into the DHD. Seven symbols. Then the explosion of the wormhole
forming.
    The sun, warm and golden, beat down on his back like a giant
hand, holding him still. He saw movement from the comer of his eye;
black drifting veils brushed the stone next to him, and then somebody
was tugging Jack's numbed body up by the collar of his BDU shirt.
    Acton. He had something in his hands... a round silver mesh circle with a white stone in front. He touched the stone, and the circle
opened.
    He wrapped it around Jack's neck and fitted it together. Some kind
of words that sounded formal. No, thanks, it really doesn't go with my
outfit, Jack's brain babbled, at the same time the practical side of him
was firing off questions about what this was, what it did, and why the
hell hadn't he shot this damn bastard when he'd had the chance...
    He felt the silver collar click together, and something cold shot
through his body. The mesh constricted like a living thing, tight
against his throat. He wanted to gag, but couldn't even do that.
    Acton looked briefly into his eyes, and for a second Jack thought
he saw something that might have been pity. Then Acton stepped
back and ceremoniously covered his eyes with his hands, in a notseeing gesture. The floor lunged up at Jack as the guys holding him
dropped him. Rustles and clicks told him that the same ritual was
being repeated with Daniel, Carter and Teal'c. Daniel was the only
one able to resist, but that didn't seem to make any difference.
    Apparently, everybody who visited Chalcis got a free Goa'uld
souvenir...
    Hard hands grabbed Jacks arms, flipped him over, and towed him
painfully up the steps. All he could see were the foreshortened faces
of two security guards, looking pissed off at the effort of lugging him,
and the harsh golden sun staring down.
    Then the shimmer of the Stargate.
    Then

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