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The Goa'uld shook his head as the powerful blast from the zat'nik'tel hit him in the back, his mind spasming from the overload of sensory information, as he fell to his knees. He groaned, the people of the planet not even bothering to worry about the walking, talking god in their presence, his mind swearing to avenge himself.

He felt the slimy, human, hands touch his arm as the Jaffa behind him hoisted his body off of the ground, telling him in so many words that he would enjoy killing the false god with a perverse sense of pleasure.

His head drooped as fatigue came over him, his eyes fading from their yellow-y glow, into the hazel blue of his body-slave. The man looked around, yelling in fright, as a cylandrical, snake-like creature burrowed out of his neck, falling to the ground dead.

The Goa'uld looked around, it's eyes darting from human to human, hoping to find someone strong, fast and agile enough to evade capture and returned to his Al-kesh, and into the service of his god, Apophis.

There the Goa'uld thought, a sadistic grin echoing his face, as a tall male walked past, his bulging muscles portraying for all the world to see. He had long, black hair and amazing blue eyes, and the Goa'uld knew, could sense the hidden strength of his host, not unlike that of Van-Or, one of his previous hosts found on a wayward planet several millenia ago. The red sun of the solar system sustaining them both in an odd way.

Kryptonian! he thought, perfect!

The Goa'uld raised his head, preparing to strike at the unsuspecting, soon-to-be host, and shot forward as a blast from the zat'nik'tel burnt the ground behind him.

He made a screech sharp enough to be hypersensitive to the Kryptonian's ear, who stopped and turned around, the Goa'uld shooting at him far faster than even he realized.

SMACK!

With a thud, the Goa'uld hit the solid chest of the young man, it's body collapsing onto him as the sudden stop allowed the small force of energy to trailing it's body to catch up.

"Are you alright, son?" the stunned Goa'uld heard the voice of the old, graying man ask the Kryptonian, who merely nodded. It screeched, it's sharp voice targeting the easily hurt ears of it's supposed jailor, as an intense, sharp pain hit it's body.

As it passed out from unconsciousness, the Goa'uld heard a voice say, "care to tell me just how in the hell you stopped that thing?"

End