A staff blast in the open would have drawn every Jaffa in the core. A zat-blast, if the target was touching the Colonel at all, could easily kill her commander–the blasts were cumulative if received in short succession–one to disable, two to kill, and three to disintegrate.
Carter had no choice but to rely on diversion, to try to save O’Neill. And so she fired her staff.
She hadn’t counted on them pushing him over the edge of the core.
Oh my God!
It was done. O’Neill was gone. There was absolutely nothing that she could do about it.
Klorel–Skaara or no, next time I see you you’re a dead Goa’uld!
Colonel! And Teal’c. Daniel…?
Don’t get yourself killed, now.
She crouched in wait for the murderous team to approach, but turned when she heard a soft scuffing behind her.
The tip of a staff-weapon flashed revealingly around a corner. Within a fraction of a second, Sam jumped from her hiding place as a pair of Jaffa emerged from an alcove, their blasts converging on her former position.
She turned to run, and found herself facing the pair who had killed O’Neill as they stood at the far end of the passage.
Surrender…
She doubted there would be time for them to recognize the release of her weapon before she was shot.
And then, by gruesome miracle, one of the far Jaffa simply exploded.
Sam instinctively fell to her face; scraps of something she dared not contemplate rained on her, and the horrible stench of burning Jaffa crawled up her nose. A quick roll, and a grab for her staff, and she was ready to fire upon the Jaffa who had been coming from behind.
But their weapons were on the floor, and she enjoyed a view of their backs as they fled down the corridor.
Carter turned to look at the carnage. Shrapnel from the exploded Jaffa had either killed or incapacitated his partner; Sam wasn’t about to get close enough to see which.
She could guess what had happened; the Jaffa had mistaken one of Jack’s bombs for an ordinary zat-gun. A few minutes after appearing to misfire, it had blown. It was a last gift from the finest commander she was ever likely to have.
But the others, running away? What was that all about?
The noise was bound to draw other Jaffa from the core.
She followed her fleeing enemies.
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