"I find it kinda funny that my to and from travels with this damn 'Gate have involved me being tied up." Sentry-33 said aloud, gaining a small look from Ghost. "Ya know, the look suites you. That way, you can't run around and run something." He said with good-natured humor, getting a tired laugh in response.

At the moment, Sentry-33, Ghost and the forces of SG-1 were trekking through the forest, SG-1 equipped with almost laughably out of date weaponry (minus the Zat'nik'tel), while Sentry-33 was currently binded with heavy and thick ropes, thick and large enough to actually make it a difficult task for her to even attempt to break them.

"Hey, quick question?" Sentry-33 said. "I get why you guys gt me tied up, ya know, make the villagers think that I'm being wheeled away to be deal with and everything, but why am I still tied up?" She questioned, gaining a look from O'Neill. "Listen, we don't know a single thing about you, we don't even know if you're that friendly. So, until we can make it back to Earth, in the ropes you stay."

"Well that's rude." Sentry replied, getting another blank stare from Ghost. "Knowing you Sentry, I think their caution is a stroke of genius." The floating A.I said dryly, gaining another tired laugh. "Yeah yeah, whatever, Little Light." She teased.

"Stop that." He said without a beat, gaining a shared chuckle from the pair of them, making SG-1 have a quick look of confusion at them. A short silence filled the forest as they continued trekking forwards, before Daniel spoke up. "So, uh, 'Sentry'," He said, still somewhat odd on calling an individual by that. "If you don't exactly mind me asking, erm.. What areyou?" He asked cautiously. Sentry cocked her head in puzzlement. "What do you mean?" She inquired.

"Well, you're not exactly a human, and we've never seen anything quite like you, so.." He trailed off, hoping his honest approach wouldn't be taken as offensive. Thankfully, Sentry saw no offence with the honest question. "Oh, I see. Alright, well, I'm an Exo, an artificially made 'machine' created sometime during the Golden Age by humanity for... some reason." She said with a shrug. "What do you mean?" Samantha Carter asked in confusion, her eyes still focused on the woods around them. Sentry replied with another shrug. "Simple, we Exo's don't know whywe were made. Maybe combat, maybe as artificial humans, who knows?" She said with a shrug. "All I know is that quite some time ago, this body was being used for somepurpose, definitely not the one now..." She said, before trailing off.

"Then came the Collapse, when the Darkness fought against the Traveler." She said, getting a series of puzzled glances. "Wait, the Traveler?" Cameron questioned. "Something thought the giant bowling ball?" He said, getting a shocked laugh from Sentry-33 and an equally shocked gasp from Ghost. "Did you just call the Traveler a Bowling Ball!?" He fumed, causing Sentry to give another laugh. "Yeah, when we get to the City, you may not want to refer the Traveler as a 'bowling ball'. It's the reason humans even still exist on Earth." She said, gaining a few shocked looks from SG-1, and one upraised eyebrow. "Hold on, what?" Vala said in confusion, making Sentry sigh. "I know someone who can explain much better when we get to the City." She explained.

"Alrigh-" O'Neill said, before seeing something he didn't think he would have to see again. "Get down!" He cried out. Before Sentry could question what was going on, Teal'c tackled her to the ground, elicting a startled gasp. "Hey, what's the big deal!?" She said, before getting a silencing gesture from Daniel, who was taking cover behind a tree. In the distance, a group of humans were marching rank-and-file in between the cover of trees, while a large pyramidical shaped ship floated away. The soldiers wore thick padded armor with metal highlights, and were grasping large staffs of some sort. The apparent leader of this group had an overly elaborate and bulky helmet coverung his head and shoulders, resembling a type of Crocodile or similar reptile. Lizard-head turned around to his subordinate soldiers and barked out a series of orders. They spread out into smaller groups, staffs ready.

SG-1 was watching the group of Jaffa, while Ghost's eye zoomed in, seeing the finer details of the soldiers. "Are their staffs supposed to be glowing orange at the end?" He questioned, getting a quick nod from O'Neill. "Yup. That mean's their ready to fire..." He murmured, fingering the trigger. "Jaffa, what are they doing here?" He murmured.

"It is a rather curious development, and given the helmed one, they are certainly not of the Free Jaffa Nations." Teal'c said, an angry expression on his face. "This is most troubling." He said in one of his infamous understatements.

"Yeah, no kidding." Cameron muttered, giving another peek at them. A short distance behind them, the Stargate stood there, flanked by a few Jaffa. "And of course they're guarding the Gate!" He moaned in anger.

"I'm sorry, who are these guys?" Sentry-33 asked questioningly, getting an answer from Daniel Jackson. "Jaffa, genetically mutated humans and supposed to be former foot soldiers of the Goa'uld." He said, giving the Jaffa another confused look. "So why there wearing Goa'uld uniforms and using those tactics is a bit confusing, to say the least."

"So, baddies?" Sentry-33 asked.

"Yeah, real baddies." Cameron muttered, keeping his eyes on the Jaffa.

Ghost looked down at Sentry, seeing the mischievous glint that usually showed in her eyes when she wanted to do something. He let out a tired sigh, turning to Teal'c. "I think you should untie her before she breaks something." He said dryly. Teal'c rose an eyebrow, followed by a small sigh of O'Neill. "Will it be able to get us to the gate quicker?" He questioned, as the Al'kesh finally soared farther away, the crocodile headed Jaffa calling a larger detachment of his men to attention and marched away into the depths of the forest.

"Definitely." Sentry-33 said, her willpower having came back up.

A short silence fell over SG-1 and co, before O'Neill let out a tired sigh. "Okay, let's do this." He muttered, as Teal'c undid her bindings.

The sun was beating down hard on the pair of Jaffa standing by the holy gate. Their master, Sobek, had made quite clear to all of his Jaffa before they left that they would be getting no reinforcements through it, so the moment they arrived they were to make sure nobody came through it. Wise words. The world was already contested for by one enemy, another was not needed to appear.

One of the Jaffa, a soldier by the name of Chlak, looked around curiously with a bored expression on his face. "Why did we have to be placed upon this duty?" He murmured, getting a derisive snort from his comrade, Vaert. "Ah yes, I envy the men who must face against these savage beasts our God has made us fight. Why can't we be fighting them as well?" He said, his sarcasm biting. Chlak bit down a curse at the cowardly Jaffa. "We are soldiers, is it not our duty to face against the enemy and kill them?" He argued, getting another derisive snort as a reply. "Try telling that to Celdru when he returns. He'll likely be more focused on wanting to escape this world then sticking around and sending more warriors to their deaths." He said, gaining a more angered growl from the Jaffa. "You dare imply him for a coward?" Chlak questioned, gaining a contemptuous laugh from his comrade. "No, I imply him for a man with half a brain to use, unlike you!"

Before the argument could begin in earnest, an explosion echoed throughout the forest, followed by the sound of staffs discharging. "What the-!?" Chlak said in shock, before getting straight in the chest by the paralyzing blast of a Zat gun. Vaert's eyes went wide and he dropped his staff. "Every Jaffa for himsel-" He didn't get to finish his statement, a blast from a Zat gun hitting him in the chest as well, knocking him against the Stargate and sliding to the ground, unconscious.

The other Jaffa fired their plasma bolts at Sentry-33 and SG1, missing by mere inches or smashing uselessly against a large field of energy around the group. "How are you doing this, again?" Samantha questioned, firing a burst of her P90 at one of the Jaffa, making him fall over and give off a 'death shot', lighting a tree on fire.

"Magic, now come on, turn on the Gate!" Sentry-33 cried out, willing a burst of energy at a Jaffa and sending him doubling over, his neck snapping.

They slowly made their way to the Gate, Sentry's field weakening. "Can we hurry up and dial already!?" She shouted, a bolt of plasma washing over the field, its light dimming. "We're moving!" Daniel called out, rushing over to the dialling device. He mashed out the combination for Earth and hit the red button, turning on the gate and activating the wormhole, a wave of plasma rushing out before getting sucked back in.

Sentry-33 gave a quick glance at Ghost, who glared at her in return. "How did I know I was supposed to hit the button!?" He questioned before giving a quick sigh. "Never mind, let's go!" Ghost said as O'Neill already dashed through the Gate. The rest of SG-1 followed in suite, just as the helmed Jaffa returned with his soldiers, firing defiantly at a group of Cabal soldiers.

One of which was a Colossus.

"Yeah, good-bye!" Sentry-33 said, dropping her field and throwing a grenade spell, vaporizing 3 Jaffa in a burst of violet light before she threw herself through the open portal. Shortly after, it closed itself as the battle between Jaffa and Cabal raged on.

While Sentry-33 and SG-1 escaped, the fighting continued on Derlokk, particularly centred around the Stargate. The Jaffa had been able to stand against the force of the Cabal for a shirt time, their air support and plasma weaponry making short work of the Cabal. Then the Cabal had started pouring in their armour units, and the Al'kesh had only lasted a few moments before the tanks guns. Now, the clearing around the 'Gate was nothing but burnt woods and soil, Cabal heavy vehicles laying in wait while they questioned the only surviving Jaffa.

Although they questioned him in typical Cabal ways.

Celdru jaw had broken long ago, as well as a few other skeletal structures based around his face. Also broken was an arm, legs and almost all of his ribs. The Cabal were strong creatures, and the less he gave them, the angrier they became. He noticed one of the Cabal soldiers practically fuming at him, getting closer to his discarded weapon.

He gave a small smile to the creature, spitting out a globule of blood. "Do it. Anger your superiors and fail again at learning the ways of the Holy Gate." He said with a sneer, uncaring for the ways his body hurt. His master, Sobek, had long taught all of his Jaffa to be mightier then the weak stalks of the other Goa'uld.

The Cabal roared in anger, reaching for his Slug Rifle. He grasped his meaty, armoured hand around the gun and turned to face it at Celdru. The second he pulled on the trigger, a purple glow resonated around the device. The resulting explosion vaporized the soldiers arm and scarred his face, making it roar in pain. A smaller, more lithe figure made it's way through the crowd, a purple glow emanating around one it's taloned hands. This creature was coated in head to toe to sleek armour, seeming so out of place amongst its thicker comrades.

The Psion walked by the larger Legionnaire, uncaring for its pain. It seemed this creature was going to be overtaking interrogation now.

Celdru readied the muscles in his jaw to spit at the psychic abomination in defiance, but those muscles soon stretched out to form his mouth in a silent scream as the Psion violated his mind, rummaging through it like an enraged bull in a tightly corned spot. The Psion pulled away from the braindead Jaffa after getting the information it's commanders had wanted to discover, uncaring for what became of the Jaffa itself.

The Psion quickly turned around to face the Legionnaires and rose an arm in the salute of the Cabal Empire, quickly followed by a horrifying shriek. If humanity had any grasping of the Cabal language, they would know what words it had said were:

"Hail the Empire, and it's newest prize! The ways of the Grand Ring!"

The triumphant roar that echoed through the forests of Derlokk seemed to match the final thundering salvo from the Cabal ship that cut through the final ship in Sobek's fleet.