“You’re saying that Kanzeon Bosatsu is….” Hammond stared down the alien black eyes in the hologram, and was glad he’d already sent an airman down to invite Jacob up here. “Commander Thor. Before we discuss the situation any farther, I’d like to have Ambassador Carter and Selmak in on this. Just so all parties involved are absolutely clear on all details.”
The Asgard’s gray head tilted, a shimmer of light. “In light of the information the SGC has so far provided, I believe that would be wise.”
Which sounded like Thor thought they knew a lot more than they were telling.
I wish I did, General Hammond thought reluctantly. As it is, I know just enough to realize we’ve gone from SNAFU to full-blown FUBAR.
With SG-1 right in the middle of it, and no way to warn them. God, he hoped Jack was on his toes.
The conference room door opened, Jacob walking through with a general’s determination to show no uncertainty. “George.” He nodded to the hologram. “Supreme Commander. To what do I owe the honor?”
“Jacob,” Hammond said plainly. “Let me cut right to the point. Thor says that Kanzeon Bosatsu… is a Tok’ra.”
Jacob’s eyes bugged. He shook his head, like shaking off water, and held up a hand: Wait. Frowned, eyes chasing back and forth across the room without seeing it, like a silent version of Daniel and Jack having one of their infamous arguments about the merits of C-4 versus decoding hieroglyphic locks. Blew out a long, long, breath. “…Oh, hell.”
“Is it true?” Hammond asked. Not judging anyone. Not yet.
“I think I need to sit down for this.” Jacob grabbed a chair so he could look Hammond and Thor both in the eye. “Apparently it is. Selmak, that really falls under need to know. As in, we needed to know that!”
Then Jacob’s head dipped, and Selmak looked up. “Supreme Commander. You ask us to unveil our greatest shame.”
“I do not understand.” Thor blinked. “She has done a great service to the Asgard, by ensuring dangerous technology does not fall into System Lord hands. The people on her planet are allowed to govern themselves, save where advanced technology might be put at risk. What has she done which is shameful?”
“She denies that technology to the Tok’ra,” Selmak said coldly. “She has abandoned Egeria’s mission against the System Lords. She spawns new broods – not to replace our numbers, who need them the most, but to experiment with making them other than what we are! They are not Tok’ra! They are not even Goa’uld! They are – other.”
“Or as a certain colonel might put it,” Hammond mused, “she told you to go screw yourselves.” He skewered Thor with a look. “Now tell me why.”
“Because I requested it of her.” Another slow blink. “Do the Tok’ra not wish allies against the System Lords? Kanzeon Bosatsu is… righting a wrong the Asgard cannot correct. Given the Protected Planets Treaty rests in part on the System Lords’ reluctance to challenge our fleets, we could not have it known that there was… an aspect of technology the Asgard could not safely handle. So I requested her silence.” Thor regarded Selmak calmly. “It would appear this strategy is no longer effective in maintaining Shangri-La’s safety.”
Selmak scowled. “If there is a technology the Tok’ra can use against the System Lords-”
“It would seem the Tok’ra, as well, cannot safely handle that technology,” Thor said levelly. “Given the events that took place nine centuries ago, when the Tok’ra Kamou did his best to tamper with it… and nearly slaughtered one of the last Furlings left alive.”
“Furlings?” Hammond broke in, before this could get any farther out of hand. Obviously, as Daniel would put it, there was a breakdown in communications here that wasn’t anything as simple as the meaning of words. “The last race in the Alliance? Are you certain? We’ve barely even found a few ruins-”
“Shangri-La was one of their terraformed worlds,” Thor cut him off, watching Selmak. “We are certain.”
“Furlings?” Selmak’s tone held what Hammond thought might actually be honest disbelief. “Supreme Commander. I have been on Shangri-La. There are no Furlings there.”
Thor’s black eyes seemed a bit more blank than usual. “The child. Son Goku.”
Selmak dipped his head, and Jacob was back and blinking. “You can’t be serious. I know what a Furling looks like! They’re-” His hand waved toward the ceiling, like a cub reporter gesturing at Godzilla. “Twenty feet tall! With claws and fangs and chitin-scale armor, throwing psychokinetic force around like baseballs! They’re the scariest sentient thing any Goa’uld’s ever seen! And you think we could have missed them?”