IBNIS

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He had betrayed his master. Fled in the face of danger. He was detestable. Despicable. And despised. He was but a vague memory. He was nothing more than an empty vessel in which Ibnis was now contained.

Omtheeyahadth had been Cronus's lotar for eight years. He couldn't complain about his master. After all hadn't he always revived him each time after killing him on a whim.

It had been a lowly existence of servitude with no will of his own.

When Cronus had come under attack and was then killed by robots from unknown co-ordinates, fighting alongside members of the Tau'ri on the planet Juna, Omtheeyahadth had escaped in a glider taken from Cronus's ship, to the nearby moon of Quom Gehd.

It was on this moon that other people of his race had been pressed into service by the Goa'uld.

His cousin had been in the service of Heru'ur and had sought sanctuary on Quom Gehd after the news spread of the fate of his master at the hands of Lord Apophis.

Human slaves who survived their masters were hated by the Goa'uld and despatched with impunity.

Omtheeyahadth had fled to Quom Gehd in the hope that like his cousin he would remain undetected by the Goa'uld.

Many things had long since changed on this little moon.

As he walked from the glider toward the edge of the forest he saw a small contingent of men emerging from amongst the trees and advancing on his position. It must be a welcoming party. Safety at last. He was overjoyed.

It seemed obvious that the leader of the group was issuing orders into the trees. As he approached, the leader turned to inspect the arrival. Omtheeyahadth was astonished, his worries were over. In this leader he could see the tall well built figure of his cousin.

He picked up pace and ran at them. His cousin, forming an arrow with his arm, thrust the point at Omtheeyahadth's body and with a portend glow of eyes, screeched, "take him!"

Blood flooded into his head and his legs began to give way to shock. Loosing his balance Omtheeyahth staggered the remaining paces into the arms of his captures. "Bring him!" His cousin stormed back into the forest. The sudden blunt pain in the back of Omtheeyahadth's neck assured him a clueless journey through the forest.

Omtheeyahadth awoke to an all to intimate feeling. Had he been dead? Had he been revived? Was his punishment about to begin? He slowly began to focus on his surroundings. He wasn't in a dungeon. He wasn't on a ship. He bore no sign of injury. He'd been bathe. He'd been rested. He'd been dressed. This fine quality clothing was not his own.

The women that surrounded his bed ushered him to the door. It automatically opened into the room. As he stepped passed the threshold a bolt of electricity straddled his nape. He knew this feeling. Was he dying? Again.

Ibnis awoke. He struggled to clear his throat. He squirmed about in his bed. Stirring from a long coma. He thrashed and turned reaching around for a grip. Immediately the women surrounding his bed began placing their hands on his disoriented body. Pushing and pulling him. Beckoning him out of the bed.

With a great deal of effort Ibnis found his way to the edge of the bed and negotiated his feet to the floor, bring himself to a sitting up right position. He sat in silence examining his feet. His legs. He spent an inordinate amount of time staring at his hands. Front, back, insides, outsides. Screwing them up into a fist and opening them. Screwing them up into a fist and opening them. Again and again and again.

He slowly, carefully rose up. The women still surrounding him held him in support. Ibnis liked the feel of them. Touch, he hadn't felt it for a very long time. He was alive. He was well. He shuffled to the door. It opened for him. He stepped through.

The women guided him down a series of long terracotta corridors. Finally he came upon a large sun filled chamber. In the centre of the chamber the Goa'uld and formerly Omtheeyahadth's cousin, jumped to his feet and walked towards Ibnis with outstretched arms.

Ibnis, ignoring this, turned his back to manoeuvre himself to the end of the chamber, taking in the whole aspect of the room as he went. Guards, not in uniform, and seemingly not Jaffa, were stationed every six meters along the inner walls. Ibnis held his open hand out to the guard in front of him. The guard, unsure, stared back at him. Ibnis lowered his hand and raised it again. His glowing eyes struck the guard. The guard recognised the gesture and quickly offered his staff weapon.

Just strong enough to lift the staff with both hands Ibnis turned and unleashed a demonic grin on his fellow, whilst at the same time charging the weapon. "Di'dak'dida!" He let rip a wave of plasma squarely into the Goa'uld's chest, killing him dead. "Ha'taaka!" He turned back and blasted the unarmed guard, killing him dead. Ibnis dropped the weapon and breathlessly dragged himself over to the throne in the centre of the chamber.

The women appeared to be terrified. All the men in the room rapidly dropped to one knee and in unison proclaimed "My Lord." With a psychotic glow of his eyes Ibnis retorted, "I am." The women who up to this point had been cowering in the vestibule, hastened to adorn him with their presence. The guards awaited instruction. Ibnis had a look of weak satisfaction on his face. Cal Mah, Omtheeyahadth, as his cousin before him, had attained sanctuary.

The moon of Quom Gehd had very little to offer Ibnis. And nothing in the way of a fighting force. He would take the one Al'kesh and his small band of guards and go in search of the planet from whence the four robots hailed. The robots who had slain Cronus.

It would prove to be a long search, narrowed only by a process of elimination.

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