Author Notes: The nature of Jolinar's escape makes this story unsuitable for young children. (Then again, when have I ever seen a young child watch Stargate SG-1?)

"Jolinar?" The voice of Lantash pierced the silence in the Tok'ra chamber.

"Yes, my love?"

"Walk with me." The light frame of the host, Rosha, rose and walked to him. They strode side by side in silence for a while until they were outside.

"Jolinar, must you do this?" Lantash sounded concerned. She was silent for a while before saying

"I have a duty to my fellow Tok'ra."

"But Jolinar, it is a mission within the territory of Sokar; he has assumed the role of the devil."

"I know, Lantash, but I accept my mission bravely." They sat on the sand ridge and looked at the velvety night. The cloth was pricked by pins with diamond heads and one moon stood out strong, bright and pale, the other less pronounced, smaller, shimmering. They stayed up all night with each other. In the morning, Jolinar and her host Rosha stepped through the Chappa'ai. Her mission was to find out the size and capability of Sokar's fleet, and when it would be dispatched to attack and capture territory from other system Lords.

Jolinar stepped through the Chappa'ai and immediately off to the side. Most of the portals within Sokar's domain were heavily guarded. This was no exception. She had a hand device in her bag, but was mainly unwilling to use it; it was a rather inhumane way of battle, to attack someone with a thought. She hid in the underbrush around where the patrols had their duty, she could not believe that the Jaffa had not fired upon, or captured her immediately. She snuck silently and slowly for about a mile until she was well out of sight of the patrols. She entered Sokar's court and began the traditional and lengthy process of establishing herself as a minor Goa'uld.

She had contacts that went high within Sokar's armies, but she had not as yet received any information on the size or whereabouts of the fleet. One day she was going about her duties and a cold death-like hand placed itself on her shoulder. The claw fingernails dug into the skin above her collarbone and she tensed with fear.

"Tok'ra filth!" Came the vibrating voice of Sokar. Tears of terror were unleashed down the cheek of the hardened Tok'ra and she was roughly thrown into a descent pod on an alkesh. The alkesh took off and she felt the hyper launch from inside the cramped space. The deceleration after emerging from hyperspace caused the pod she was in to rock uncomfortably. Then she and her vessel were falling at a great velocity. The atmosphere slowed them slightly and then there was an unpleasant bump and skittering across the surface of the moon before there was a splash. She knew it was the moon because Sokar had sent her to hell, a transformed moon of the planet Del'mak. She emerged from the encroaching space to find herself in a place that was hotter even than Abydos. Lakes of lava were all around her and she was floating across the fiery substance. She reached the other side and took great care not to singe herself on the molten rock. She still had the small leather bag that had been thankfully tied to her belt when Sokar discovered her secret. In it were a Tok'ra communications device which would not likely permeate the heavy atmosphere, the hand device that she had paid a great price to obtain, and a full flask of cool (for the moment) liquid water which she would guard with her life. She kept the hand device hidden, as weapons were most certainly forbidden and she did not want to be chained up with no hope of escape.

They've probably ordered another funeral. Rosha said internally and Jolinar silently agreed. Even from the surface, Jolinar could sense that there was a Goa'uld here, probably the reporter who told Sokar of the suffering.

During the coming months she stayed far enough away so that the sensation was as faint as possible, she knew that if she could sense the Goa'uld, it could sense her. During her third month, she found out from a fellow denizen that the Goa'uld was called Binar, the lord of Netu, and apparently Netu was the name of the moon. She knew that if he posed as a great god, Sokar could not travel out here to listen to Binar's reports, he would sit comfortably on his throne and Binar somehow reached the planet. She stole away sometimes and watched him with as much of a look of infatuation as she could muster.

One day she was peeking through the doors to his chamber when she saw him remove the star necklace he wore and place it in the wall. He then stood on the symbol of Sokar that was on the floor and the rings swept him away. She had to find a way to get out of Netu via those rings.

Jolinar, you must sleep

Why Rosha?

Because the way out of here is through Binar's quarters.

And he would detect my presence.

Exactly.

Jolinar relaxed the hold she had to the mind of her host and drew back into her small body the naquadah from Rosha's body. One day she saw Binar retreat to his room and she counted to ten before she walked in.

"Why are you not cowering with the other denizens?"

"I have fallen in love with the lord of Netu." She replied quite convincingly. She was still wearing the thin dress she had been wearing when Sokar sent her there, by now it was filthy but Martouf had always loved to see her in it. She inched the strap lower and lower over her right shoulder as she stepped toward the horrible creature that was before her. She pulled the flask from behind her and said

"Drink this, it will relax you and increase your ability." She said in a tone that was reserved for Martouf and held out her hand with the flask in it. Binar cautiously took the drink form her and then proceeded to act like she would have expected a monster like him having gone to long without a woman in his arms. Though disgusted, Rosha played along with her act and thought about what Martouf would say if he could see her.

After about fifteen minutes the drink kicked in. Binar began to fall asleep and he was aided by the trancelike power of her hand device. She pulled the black necklace off of his neck and put it in the wall. Her wet dress clung around her and she looked defiantly around the room. The light swept her away to Sokar's palace. She had worked there long enough to know where the bay where they kept the cargo-ships was. She held her left hand in front of her with the hand device aglow, prepared to blast to Netu anyone who got in her way. She had come too far to be put back there. She jumped inside the first cargo ship that she saw and started the controls. She flew out of the bay and pushed the sub-light engines as hard as they would go. Two gliders had been dispatched and she could feel the hits racking up. She hit the hyperspace just in time to avoid the fatal hit and then collapsed. The coordinates she had input were obviously right because the Tok'ra found her adrift and barely alive. They all implored hr but she told no one how she escaped from Netu, least of all Martouf. Little did Jolinar know that her escape route would be uncovered by the buried memories of a later host.

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