“What the heck does that thing do? Besides turn zombies to ash. Which is very cool, but not going to look good on the mission report.”
Daniel scrolled down a bit more, and sighed. “What I’ve got is, ah, more poetic description than anything specific.”
“Hit me,” Jack shrugged, casting a glance sideways as Sam sat up straight, and felt one of the pages between her fingertips again. That glint in blue eyes was a certain astrophysicist sneaking up on an idea, and it’d be a lot better if they didn’t bother her and chase it away. “Maten first?”
“It’s supposed to rule over evil and yin,” Daniel summed up. “Supposedly it breaks the darkness, whatever that means. And it’s – oh. Neat. Tenkai wasn’t a one-time thing. Traditionally the Maten is held by a youkai Sanzo.”
“Which would explain some of the give them what they want and pray,” Jack quipped.
Daniel raised both brows in disbelief. “Jack, we really haven’t met enough normal youkai to know how cranky they are yet.”
“Oh, no,” Jack agreed mildly. “Just, the priests seem to think our Sanzo’s doing a swell job.”
“Point,” Daniel muttered. “Okay… Seiten, holiness and yang. It has the power to bring forth the light.” He shook his head. “Don’t ask me how that’s different from breaking darkness. But it’s usually held by a human Sanzo. So is the Uten; that one’s supposed to deal with life and existence.”
Jack grimaced. “Does what’s in there say if that Sanzo is dead?”
“If – oh. Right. Kanzeon said her human Sanzos died….” Daniel peered at one of the documents. “Urgh. Yeah, he’s dead alright. Very. Ow. There’s a cross-reference to a report by our Sanzo in here. It’s… wow. These guys have almost as bad a record with fortresses as we do.”
Teal’c shifted in his chair, obviously interested.
“Really short version? Cross-dressing scorpion youkai ate the Uten Sanzo, tried to eat our Sanzo, poisoned him, and the rest of Sanzo’s team dropped a fortress and half a desert on his – her? – head,” Daniel summed up.
“Cross-dressing scorpion youkai,” Jack repeated. Because damn. “We have got to bring that report to Hammond.”
“I think there were bloodstains on the original.” Daniel squinted at the screen. “There’s also some kind of reference to Prince Kougaiji getting his ‘everything broken’.” He read a little farther, and shuddered. “That… really doesn’t look like one of their more fun missions.”
Ooof. “Aging cake not-fun, Neanderthal virus not-fun, SGC about to get sucked into a black hole not-fun?” Jack waved a hand. “Gimme a scale here.”
“Neanderthal virus is close,” Daniel said after a moment. “Though there’s something in here about stopping a desert from swallowing whole villages, so… yeah.”
“They faced the youkai prince who serves Gyokumen Koushu,” Teal’c noted. “If we successfully negotiate a truce with Kanzeon Bosatsu, it is likely we will encounter her forces attacking us as Kanzeon’s allies. Is there more information on Kougaiji’s followers?”
“In this report? Not much,” Daniel reflected. “Sha definitely wrote at least half of this, there’s all kinds of… really bad words about Dokugakuji having the decency to help Kougaiji pull them all out of the sand-trap and then standing behind his clan lord when Kougaiji challenged them to- oh. Ow.”
Daniel blew out a breath. “Sanzo was poisoned. Hakkai was trying to keep him alive. Apparently Kougaiji usually travels with his own healer, a youkai apothecary named Yaone. But she wasn’t there, and when Sha asked for help….”
“Fight me to get it?” Jack guessed.
Daniel blinked. “How did you know?”
“Hey, I’ve seen a bunch of warrior honor cultures in my time,” Jack shrugged. “On Earth and off. I’m guessing something went wrong, though, or Sha wouldn’t have left in the insults. So, what?”
“Um. There’s… not much in the way of details.” Daniel’s gaze flicked over the text. “Just one sentence, really. Goku took his limiter off.”
“The limiter Sanzo says has to stay on,” Jack said, just to be sure.
“The thing that keeps youkai from going crazy where Koushu’s zatarc-thingie is projecting stuff,” Jack went on.
“When his foster parent – the guy Kanzeon says Furling kids need to stay sane – was dying,” Jack finished.
“Do not play games with the funny crown,” Jack concluded.
“No,” Daniel agreed. “There’s an additional note a few days later-” The archaeologist stifled a laugh. “Jack? Sanzo’s got your report style down.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, oddly cheered.
Daniel cleared his throat. “Came out of coma, searched sand with sutra, Uten poof, assume Koushu’s got it. Damn bastard Kougaiji. Damn idiot monkey.”