We should tell them the truth, Jacob argued mentally, heading toward the SGC infirmary. At least tell them something.
:We can’t,: Selmak replied. :Let them say what they will. We will not endanger our best chance to gain the strength to wipe out the System Lords once and for all.:
:Uses unpleasant methods, yes. You know, as I know, how few our numbers currently are… and of Kanzeon Bosatsu, and her slaves’ unreasoning loyalty to her. Nothing less will suffice.:
Point, Jacob admitted. The Queen who’d told off Egeria as a “brainless, shortsighted, revenge-obsessed idiot who’d better stay the hell off my planet,” wasn’t about to be persuaded by anything less than total destruction.
And thanks to the Asgard, they couldn’t destroy her. Not openly.
But we can sure make her hurt.
After all, even if Kanzeon held her fellow System Lords in contempt, she did fear them. Why else would Gonou still be alive, if she weren’t worried he was a spy whose death might bring even more trouble?
Jacob stopped just outside the door, sensing Sam, Teal’c, and the naquadah of another symbiote. Here we go….
Sam smiled at him from across the room, where she and Teal’c were waiting with Janet, a few more members of security, a brown-haired teenager and a-
Han’you, as they called them on Shangri-La. You couldn’t mistake the red hair and eyes for anything else. And one who obviously knew what a body laced with naquadah smelled like, given that half-snarl of lips.
Most of the time, Jacob didn’t think about how Selmak’s presence in his body made him capable of out-muscling half of Stargate Command. Then again, most of the time, he didn’t run into anything else short of a Jaffa that could take on that strength and stand a chance of winning.
Strength enough to chance it, and crazy enough to do it, Jacob thought darkly. From what Selmak remembered, even a full-blooded youkai might have been safer. Kanzeon’s creations might be dangerous, unpredictable, cannibalistic predators, but they at least had a wild animal’s wariness around humans. Han’you were like feral dogs; not wild enough to stick to their own kind, and not nearly human enough to be trusted.
We’ve got to warn Janet. She has no idea what kind of danger someone’s brought into her infirmary.