Barbarian, by Scarimor (R)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Moebius
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, angst, drama, Sam and Teal'c friendship
Warnings: violence, torture, canon major character deaths
Author on LJ:scarimor
Author's Website: unknown
Link: Barbarian
Why This Must Be Read: In this wrenching, powerful story, Sam and Teal'c aren't just killed in the fledgling rebellion against Ra in Moebius -- they are captured and forced to fight for his entertainment. The "Nubian" and the "Barbarian" struggle against impossible odds to help each other survive, and even spark a revolt from within the palace. With wonderfully drawn original characters and the gift of hope in the final moments, you will find yourself breathlessly reading along, hoping that Sam and Teal'c will somehow make it. A gripping, excellent read!
The stocky, surly man who had spoken to Paneb crouched down in front of them, balancing on the balls of his feet as though he did not intend to stay long. He spoke very softly:
"I don't understand your words, but I can guess what you are saying. I must warn you - do not let the guards hear you speaking in this foreign language. Sisobek is wary of conspirators, and he will order your tongues cut out for Ra's entertainment if he suspects you of plotting."
He looked down at the patterns they had drawn in the sand, twisting his head at an angle. He pointed at the rough markings. "There is a third sentry point between these corners," he told them as he moved a stone from one position to another. "And that area there is the scribes' store-room. It isn't guarded." He pointed at another line in the sand. "You have missed an entire guard-room here... it provides security for the palace armoury housed behind it."
Then he stood up and left them, as abruptly has he had arrived.
Sam and Teal'c looked at each other for several moments.
"I would like to keep my tongue," said Teal'c, in careful Ancient Egyptian.
Sam replied in the same language. "I would like to get inside that armoury."
When darkness came they were locked in their separate cells again. Sam curled up on her meagre bedding and put her hand on the moonlit wall beside her, feeling the rough, unyielding stone beneath her fingertips. She didn't kid herself that it would be easy to escape the Pharaoh's prison. She fell asleep wondering what ordeals the Vizier Sisobek planned for them.
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, angst, drama, Sam and Teal'c friendship
Warnings: violence, torture, canon major character deaths
Author on LJ:
scarimorAuthor's Website: unknown
Link: Barbarian
Why This Must Be Read: In this wrenching, powerful story, Sam and Teal'c aren't just killed in the fledgling rebellion against Ra in Moebius -- they are captured and forced to fight for his entertainment. The "Nubian" and the "Barbarian" struggle against impossible odds to help each other survive, and even spark a revolt from within the palace. With wonderfully drawn original characters and the gift of hope in the final moments, you will find yourself breathlessly reading along, hoping that Sam and Teal'c will somehow make it. A gripping, excellent read!
The stocky, surly man who had spoken to Paneb crouched down in front of them, balancing on the balls of his feet as though he did not intend to stay long. He spoke very softly:
"I don't understand your words, but I can guess what you are saying. I must warn you - do not let the guards hear you speaking in this foreign language. Sisobek is wary of conspirators, and he will order your tongues cut out for Ra's entertainment if he suspects you of plotting."
He looked down at the patterns they had drawn in the sand, twisting his head at an angle. He pointed at the rough markings. "There is a third sentry point between these corners," he told them as he moved a stone from one position to another. "And that area there is the scribes' store-room. It isn't guarded." He pointed at another line in the sand. "You have missed an entire guard-room here... it provides security for the palace armoury housed behind it."
Then he stood up and left them, as abruptly has he had arrived.
Sam and Teal'c looked at each other for several moments.
"I would like to keep my tongue," said Teal'c, in careful Ancient Egyptian.
Sam replied in the same language. "I would like to get inside that armoury."
When darkness came they were locked in their separate cells again. Sam curled up on her meagre bedding and put her hand on the moonlit wall beside her, feeling the rough, unyielding stone beneath her fingertips. She didn't kid herself that it would be easy to escape the Pharaoh's prison. She fell asleep wondering what ordeals the Vizier Sisobek planned for them.
