Fic, Stargate SG-1, Transitions, PG-13, 1/3
Title: Transitions
Characters: Aldwin, Korra, Lantash, Martouf, others
Summary: Lantash's host is mortally wounded during a routine trading mission and the only available host is a small child.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for Tok'ra Kree round 4, this prompt: 039. SG-1, Martouf|Lantash, Martouf was the youngest host he had ever had - it would take some time to get used to
I used this page (http://www.vikingsofbjornstad.com/Old_Norse_Dictionary_E2N.shtm) to get Norse words. My granddad (mom's dad) was Norwegian, but he didn't teach mom any, and so I've only heard a few words :( Hope the Norse isn't too bad!
Notes: pre-series - takes place about 20 years before Tok'ra I & II
Bold is symbiotes talking with the boom box voice.
Italics is internal conversation.
'I am sorry, Lantash, but there is no one else who can take on this mission.'
'I know, but I don't have to be happy about it, Jolinar.' Lantash looked sadly at his mate. 'Lyar and I will miss you and Rosha greatly - and I must admit we are very worried for you. It is a dangerous mission.'
'Do not be worried.' She kissed him. 'We will be careful, and we will return to you again. We always have in the past. We have been with you 80 years. We do not intend to this to be the last time we see you. Our relationship will continue for many more years.'
She affectionately caressed his short dark hair, and smiled at him reassuringly.
'Yes, we will wait for you, of course. Never fear that! And we will hope desperately and pray that you will return safely this time as well...but Jolinar, Rosha...you will be gone for more than eight years!'
'I will try to send messages, and the Council may decide to send someone to visit, if important updates to me are needed. You could be that messenger, and then we might see you again before the eight years have passed.'
Lantash nodded, and put his arms around her. 'Then that is what we must hope for. Now kiss me, and come and spend the last night with us before you leave. That will soothe us a little.'
It was almost a month after Rosha and Jolinar had left, when Malek approached Lyar and Lantash with a mission he wanted them to take.
'It is a trading mission to Thorgarth. You will be accompanying Korra, Aldwin, and Jora. You are buying various herbs to season our food, and also cloth for our shirts.'
Lyar nodded. 'No problem. When are we leaving?'
'Tomorrow.'
'As far as I remember, Thorgarth is one of the planet that was under Asgard protection until recently?'
'It was until 50 years ago, when the treaty was changed, and the Goa'uld were allowed to enslave the world in return for leaving four other planets alone. The Asgard informed us it was a necessary concession since they still have their own problems. I do not think Jora would agree - she is from Thorgarth, and the population there has suffered. It is never easy to go from free men to slaves - particularly as the Goa'uld who owns the world has been quite brutal recently. It is Apophis.'
'Is it safe to go there now?' Lyar asked.
Malek nodded. 'It should be. Apophis only sends his Jaffa there for tribute twice a year, and now and then for hosts or slaves, mostly sex slaves, as the population is considered exotic looking.'
'Like Jora - or Rosha.'
'Yes, Rosha could have been from that world.' Malek sighed. 'I am sorry we had to send your mates on such a long mission. It was necessary, but it does not make it any more pleasant. You know we usually do not send mated Tok'ra on missions longer than a few months, at the most.'
'But Jolinar is a very skilled and experienced operative, one of the best we have, so no one else could handle the mission. Yes, we know.' Lyar said, bitterly.
Malek nodded, uncertain what to say. 'Have a safe mission tomorrow.'
The missions had gone very well, and the Tok'ra had bought all they needed. To celebrate the successful trade, the Tok'ra had been invited to a small celebration in the village. Everyone contributed to the dinner, and people were having a pleasant time for once.
Suddenly, when everyone had finished eating, and were talking and relaxing, one of the villagers came running. 'We are being attacked! Jaffa are coming through the ring of the gods!'
Soon all was chaos, with everyone trying to get to their huts, or to their hiding places.
'We had better hide!' Korra, the leader of their mission, said.
'Come with me - you can hide in our basement!' one of the villagers told them.
'Thank you!' Aldwin nodded at him. 'Tarof, right?'
'Yes. Come!'
'Come on! Hurry!' Korra ordered, and the Tok'ra all ran with the villager.
'Watch out!' Aldwin yelled, when the floor collapsed. Above them the hut was burning.
'We need to get out of here, and quickly!' Lyar said, looking around for some way to escape. The floor was burning above, and they could not reach the opening from the basement with a ladder, which was upstairs. 'What about stacking those boxes over there? Then we can get to the hatch.'
'Good idea.' Jora ran and began pulling at them, and the others followed.
Korra crawled up to the top of the boxes first, and pushed at the hatch. It was difficult to open like this, but finally he succeeded, while more of the roof collapsed behind them. 'It is open, but the whole hut seems to be on fire. We must hurry!'
They all crawled up, and was about to leave the hut when they heard someone crying.
'There is a child somewhere. We must rescue them.' Jora insisted.
'I will go with you - the rest of you get out.' Lyar said.
Korra hesitated, then nodded. 'All right. We will meet behind the large stone temple. It should remain undamaged.'
Korra and Aldwin hurried out, while Lyar and Jora went to see if they could find and rescue the child from the house that was soon about to collapse from the fire.
'In there.' Jora pointed.
Lyar nodded and squeezed into the crawlspace that was between the hut and the stable. A small hiding place was in there, and there was the child. He looked terrified at Lyar.
'Come on, little one. We must leave.'
The child shook his head, but did not speak. He was maybe 8 or 9 years old.
'Hurry up, Lyar! The fire is soon reaching this part of the hut!'
Lyar grabbed the kid and pulled him with him out. The child did not fight him, but just cried softly. 'Relax, you will be safe with us!'
He ran after Jora, carrying the crying child.
Characters: Aldwin, Korra, Lantash, Martouf, others
Summary: Lantash's host is mortally wounded during a routine trading mission and the only available host is a small child.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for Tok'ra Kree round 4, this prompt: 039. SG-1, Martouf|Lantash, Martouf was the youngest host he had ever had - it would take some time to get used to
I used this page (http://www.vikingsofbjornstad.com/Old_Norse_Dictionary_E2N.shtm) to get Norse words. My granddad (mom's dad) was Norwegian, but he didn't teach mom any, and so I've only heard a few words :( Hope the Norse isn't too bad!
Notes: pre-series - takes place about 20 years before Tok'ra I & II
Bold is symbiotes talking with the boom box voice.
Italics is internal conversation.
'I am sorry, Lantash, but there is no one else who can take on this mission.'
'I know, but I don't have to be happy about it, Jolinar.' Lantash looked sadly at his mate. 'Lyar and I will miss you and Rosha greatly - and I must admit we are very worried for you. It is a dangerous mission.'
'Do not be worried.' She kissed him. 'We will be careful, and we will return to you again. We always have in the past. We have been with you 80 years. We do not intend to this to be the last time we see you. Our relationship will continue for many more years.'
She affectionately caressed his short dark hair, and smiled at him reassuringly.
'Yes, we will wait for you, of course. Never fear that! And we will hope desperately and pray that you will return safely this time as well...but Jolinar, Rosha...you will be gone for more than eight years!'
'I will try to send messages, and the Council may decide to send someone to visit, if important updates to me are needed. You could be that messenger, and then we might see you again before the eight years have passed.'
Lantash nodded, and put his arms around her. 'Then that is what we must hope for. Now kiss me, and come and spend the last night with us before you leave. That will soothe us a little.'
It was almost a month after Rosha and Jolinar had left, when Malek approached Lyar and Lantash with a mission he wanted them to take.
'It is a trading mission to Thorgarth. You will be accompanying Korra, Aldwin, and Jora. You are buying various herbs to season our food, and also cloth for our shirts.'
Lyar nodded. 'No problem. When are we leaving?'
'Tomorrow.'
'As far as I remember, Thorgarth is one of the planet that was under Asgard protection until recently?'
'It was until 50 years ago, when the treaty was changed, and the Goa'uld were allowed to enslave the world in return for leaving four other planets alone. The Asgard informed us it was a necessary concession since they still have their own problems. I do not think Jora would agree - she is from Thorgarth, and the population there has suffered. It is never easy to go from free men to slaves - particularly as the Goa'uld who owns the world has been quite brutal recently. It is Apophis.'
'Is it safe to go there now?' Lyar asked.
Malek nodded. 'It should be. Apophis only sends his Jaffa there for tribute twice a year, and now and then for hosts or slaves, mostly sex slaves, as the population is considered exotic looking.'
'Like Jora - or Rosha.'
'Yes, Rosha could have been from that world.' Malek sighed. 'I am sorry we had to send your mates on such a long mission. It was necessary, but it does not make it any more pleasant. You know we usually do not send mated Tok'ra on missions longer than a few months, at the most.'
'But Jolinar is a very skilled and experienced operative, one of the best we have, so no one else could handle the mission. Yes, we know.' Lyar said, bitterly.
Malek nodded, uncertain what to say. 'Have a safe mission tomorrow.'
The missions had gone very well, and the Tok'ra had bought all they needed. To celebrate the successful trade, the Tok'ra had been invited to a small celebration in the village. Everyone contributed to the dinner, and people were having a pleasant time for once.
Suddenly, when everyone had finished eating, and were talking and relaxing, one of the villagers came running. 'We are being attacked! Jaffa are coming through the ring of the gods!'
Soon all was chaos, with everyone trying to get to their huts, or to their hiding places.
'We had better hide!' Korra, the leader of their mission, said.
'Come with me - you can hide in our basement!' one of the villagers told them.
'Thank you!' Aldwin nodded at him. 'Tarof, right?'
'Yes. Come!'
'Come on! Hurry!' Korra ordered, and the Tok'ra all ran with the villager.
'Watch out!' Aldwin yelled, when the floor collapsed. Above them the hut was burning.
'We need to get out of here, and quickly!' Lyar said, looking around for some way to escape. The floor was burning above, and they could not reach the opening from the basement with a ladder, which was upstairs. 'What about stacking those boxes over there? Then we can get to the hatch.'
'Good idea.' Jora ran and began pulling at them, and the others followed.
Korra crawled up to the top of the boxes first, and pushed at the hatch. It was difficult to open like this, but finally he succeeded, while more of the roof collapsed behind them. 'It is open, but the whole hut seems to be on fire. We must hurry!'
They all crawled up, and was about to leave the hut when they heard someone crying.
'There is a child somewhere. We must rescue them.' Jora insisted.
'I will go with you - the rest of you get out.' Lyar said.
Korra hesitated, then nodded. 'All right. We will meet behind the large stone temple. It should remain undamaged.'
Korra and Aldwin hurried out, while Lyar and Jora went to see if they could find and rescue the child from the house that was soon about to collapse from the fire.
'In there.' Jora pointed.
Lyar nodded and squeezed into the crawlspace that was between the hut and the stable. A small hiding place was in there, and there was the child. He looked terrified at Lyar.
'Come on, little one. We must leave.'
The child shook his head, but did not speak. He was maybe 8 or 9 years old.
'Hurry up, Lyar! The fire is soon reaching this part of the hut!'
Lyar grabbed the kid and pulled him with him out. The child did not fight him, but just cried softly. 'Relax, you will be safe with us!'
He ran after Jora, carrying the crying child.