Jack took a deep breath. “Okay. Who was at war with whom?”
“I haven’t narrowed that down yet,” Daniel admitted, checking through his notes. “I’ve talked to Hanako, and some of the other elders on board, but… whatever happened, it was already over at least ten, maybe fifteen years before the Kabane showed up.”
Meaning they were dealing with a mess at least three decades in the past. Before Ayame and most of this Kabane-killing bunch had even been born. “And mobs of infectious zombies get kind of distracting,” Jack agreed mildly.
Sam pinched a thumb and forefinger together to measure a quarter-inch of air. “Just a little. Sir.”
“An outside threat should have drawn the survivors closer together, no matter their former differences,” Teal’c frowned. “As the survivors of Aragane and the Hunters have made common cause, to fight their enemies.”
“Except,” Daniel said, very carefully, “everything we know about the Kabane says they first spread from Keishi. Which was the seat of the emperor.”
Uh-oh. Very not of the good. Jack reached out just enough to nudge a confusing archaeologist. “I thought the guy in charge Biba and the Hunters took out was called the shogun.”
“He was,” Daniel agreed. “From what I’ve heard, the shogun of Kongokaku won out over the emperor of Keishi, and unified the country, about a decade or so before the Kabane appeared. Keishi was still a temple city, still important to the gods, but… the bushi were the ones with power.”
Oh. Oh, great. Jack closed his eyes, and groaned.
“So I’m a former high muckety-muck in Keishi who lost a civil war a few years back. And it stings something awful, because those jerks over in Kongokaku are just brainless soldier jocks, while we’re supposed to be the revered priestly types who talk to the Guys Upstairs. Then this stranger shows up through the Gate of the Gods making all kinds of interesting promises about new weapons. Stuff that can let you take a world back.” Jack looked up again, resigned. “Poke holes, people. Please.”