“Okay.” Jack drummed his fingers on the same garden chair again; apparently Kanzeon didn’t feel like messing with a working setup this morning. Or maybe she just liked watching the youkai kids run Sanzo’s bunch ragged. He was not ruling out the possibility of both. “We’re working on a preliminary list of ‘if we decide to play nice, this is what we’re interested in.’ Some of that’s medical stuff. Some of it’s information. We poked the Stargate, found Abydos, figured we’d fixed the problem with a nuke in Ra’s face, and got a nasty surprise two years later. And we keep getting nasty surprises, because looks like every so-called intelligent species in the galaxy has had at least a few thousand years to step on each other’s toes and double-cross the next guy on the block. We’d really, really like some history to dig into. Not just playing catch-up with current events.”
“History instead of weapons?” Kanzeon arched an interested brow.
“Hey, when it comes to the small-scale stuff, really not that impressed with Goa’uld weapons,” Jack said easily. “Zats aren’t exactly multi-purpose force escalation; not when you’ve got guns instead. Force shields don’t stop a knife. And when you talk staff weapons – precision aim, they aren’t.”
“Oh, zing.” Kanzeon clapped a hand to her sun-disk. “I have to admit I agree with you. Zats have their uses, but when you have people who can manipulate energy all around them, you might as well be throwing feathers.”
Erk. Okay. That explained a lot of how Sanzo’s bunch were armed.
“History’s good. I’m very curious about yours. And I’m interested in a bit of medical exchange myself,” Kanzeon allowed. “Healing devices and our other medical technology can work a few miracles, but what I know about your surgery promises much more.”
“Surgery.” Jack blinked. “You want surgeons?”
Sam winced. “You don’t want to use a healing device when foreign objects are still inside someone, sir.”
Ah. Yeah. That made a lot of sense. “Add that to the list,” Jack noted. “And as far as zatarc devices go….” He sat up a little straighter. “I’m going to go out on a limb here, and say we can both work with Thor, right?”
“He’s not always easy to get hold of, but I’d agree,” Kanzeon nodded.
“So….” Jack spread empty hands. “What say we ask him to hang onto it, if we get it?”
Kanzeon leaned a little to the side, studying him. “I’m listening.”
“We don’t want you hanging onto it,” Jack said bluntly. “We don’t want the Tok’ra hanging onto it. And honestly? We don’t want the SGC hanging onto it, because we have some homegrown idiots who’d think programming people like fire and forget missiles is the best idea ever. No thanks.” He glanced toward the kids. “And it seems to me trying to poke stuff that plays with empathic minds, on a planet stuffed full of empaths, falls into the category of bad idea.”
Behind Kanzeon’s divan, Goujun snorted. “He has you there, my lady.”
“So Earth has its own idiots?” Kanzeon mused. “Damn. And I was hoping the Ancients were the problem.”