Dog Day Afternoon
“I still don’t understand how come Oma Desala invited Skippy to Ascend,” Daniel said. “Sure, she can leap tall buildings with a single bound, but that’s because she’s a kangaroo.”
“She was a better shot with a P-90 than you, Daniel,” Jack pointed out.
“Well, yes,” Daniel conceded, “but I’m better with a Beretta. Anyway, combat proficiency isn’t what counts when it comes to Ascension. I’m having a hard time picturing Skippy discussing philosophy.”
Jack chuckled. “Yeah, I can just see Oma going ‘What’s that you say, Skippy? If you know the candlelight is fire, then the meal is already cooked?’ and all that one-hand-clapping stuff.”
Daniel pouted. “I’m sure that there is a meaning behind it. I just haven’t quite figured it out yet.” His gaze fell on Skippy’s replacement. “I hope Rin-Tin-Tin can fill the gap. This is an important mission. We could really do with getting this planet on-side.”
The grizzled old German Shepherd wagged his tail and gave a short bark.
“Do not fear, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said. “Rin-Tin-Tin is a veteran warrior. In many ways he reminds me of Master Bra’tac. Except that I must admit that I have never seen Master Bra’tac licking his own…”
“Hush up,” Jack interrupted, raising a hand. “Here comes the welcoming committee.”
“They don’t look all that friendly, sir,” Sam commented.
A phalanx of Jaffa marched toward SG-1. They were in full armor and bearing staff weapons. At the front was one marked with the golden tattoo of a First Prime. “Jaffa, kree!” he ordered as they drew near. His gaze then fell upon Rin-Tin-Tin. His eyes widened. “Jaffa, ke’i!” he commanded. As one man the Jaffa unit, including the First Prime, dropped to their knees and laid down their weapons.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s something you don’t see every day,” he said.
Rin-Tin-Tin barked. The Jaffa bowed their heads in unison.
“Command us, Lord,” said the First Prime. Rin-Tin-Tin barked again and extended a paw to point at Jack.
“Okay,” Jack said, “maybe this is going to be a little easier than I’d thought at first.”
Later Daniel was examining some carved hieroglyphs on the wall of the local temple. “Jack,” he said, “I think I’ve worked out how come the natives were so quick to accept us.”
“I have to admit it was something of a surprise to me,” Jack said. “What’s the story?”
“This world used to be ruled by Wadjet,” Daniel said, “but she departed a couple of centuries ago. She left behind a set of commandments for her people to follow in her absence. Apparently she was fairly benevolent, for a Goa’uld, which will be why she was venerated as a protector in Egypt.”
“Daniel,” Jack prompted, “get to the point.”
“Oh, right. Well, apparently she was dyslexic as well as benevolent, which will be why her name is spelt in a whole load of different ways, and she didn’t quite get her fourteenth commandment right. It says ‘Kneel before your dog’.”