Jara looked like he was managing to keep that anger in check for now, to keep it focused on these Yeerks and Vissers and not on anyone else. The agitation remained, made that tail lash jerkily, the blades stiff with barely concealed energy. Daniel kept very still just to be safe. Jara's eyes looked like burning coals, a hatred that he knew too well seething behind them. There was something so personal about it, a rage there that was familiar, and then Daniel found out just why. The Hork Bajir clawed at his chest, at the slime there, and clumsily molded it into something small. Then he dropped it into Daniel's palm. The archaeologist looked down.
Daniel's mouth went dry. It was crudely made and not perfect, but he had a pretty good idea what it was just by the size and general shape. It looked like it could've been a larval stage.
The Hork Bajir indicated the archaeologist's skull with a talon, a move that reminded him suddenly of an an oncoming bullet. That wasn't quite how the Goa'uld worked. They wrapped themselves around the spine, then wove filaments into the brain. But they didn't just settle directly onto the brain itself. It was possible that Jara's people didn't have a word or concept for a spinal cord. They probably just combined it and the brain to mean the thinking mind if they didn't specify those body parts.
Jara remained too close, right past his personal space. Red eyes glared into his as he did his best to explain it in his broken English. He explained what Daniel was already familiar with. Worming their way into you, destroying your free will, of everything you were or stood for, a complete perversion and violation of a person while some damn snake walked around wearing your body and voice. Jara spoke of the watching, the way a host was forced to watch and the screaming into a void. Something of the host survived. And they saw everything. Daniel was barely aware of his hand trembling under the slime model.
It looked like words failed him, because Jara seemed to change his mind, instead focusing more on portraying it another way.
With a growing horror, Daniel remained where he was as he watched Jara's pantomime. Not because he thought Jara was going to lash out or go crazy, but because of what this other language represented. It was frightening accurate. It was like watching what Sha're and every single host was going through. English wasn't exactly Jara's strong point here, but his skills at non verbal communication were absolutely perfect. Daniel could only watch as Jara convulsed and spasmed, jerked around as if drawn by someone else. Like a puppet on strings. Jara would try to move one way then get jerked the other. It reminded him of a gruesome dance, and it showed him perfectly what it was to be to be taken, as if from personal experience. He could see Sha're's deadened eyes looking back at him and that thing laughing behind them.
Daniel didn't realize he was breathing raggedly, on the verge of hyper ventilating, until the Hork Bajir finally slowed. Jara then squatted back down. He showed his head to Daniel. Even with his nearsightedness, he could see it clearly enough at this distance. There was a nasty scar marring the Hork Bajir's head. Daniel couldn't tell if it was from a blow or if someone had tried to perform a brutal idea of brain surgery on him.
"Goa'uld. You were a host," he whispered. His voice was hoarse. Out here? Wherever 'here' was, but he didn't know of any other species that took people over like that. The same thing, just different words for them? 'Visser' must be their word for 'System Lord'.
The question was burning in his mind. How had Jara survived the removal? They hadn't been able to safely remove it from Kawalsky and they had better equipment and science back home, at least, better than what Jara's species appeared to have. There couldn't be Thor's Hammers lying around all around the galaxy. And yet, Jara had survived it somehow.
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Daniel's mouth went dry. It was crudely made and not perfect, but he had a pretty good idea what it was just by the size and general shape. It looked like it could've been a larval stage.
The Hork Bajir indicated the archaeologist's skull with a talon, a move that reminded him suddenly of an an oncoming bullet. That wasn't quite how the Goa'uld worked. They wrapped themselves around the spine, then wove filaments into the brain. But they didn't just settle directly onto the brain itself. It was possible that Jara's people didn't have a word or concept for a spinal cord. They probably just combined it and the brain to mean the thinking mind if they didn't specify those body parts.
Jara remained too close, right past his personal space. Red eyes glared into his as he did his best to explain it in his broken English. He explained what Daniel was already familiar with. Worming their way into you, destroying your free will, of everything you were or stood for, a complete perversion and violation of a person while some damn snake walked around wearing your body and voice. Jara spoke of the watching, the way a host was forced to watch and the screaming into a void. Something of the host survived. And they saw everything. Daniel was barely aware of his hand trembling under the slime model.
It looked like words failed him, because Jara seemed to change his mind, instead focusing more on portraying it another way.
With a growing horror, Daniel remained where he was as he watched Jara's pantomime. Not because he thought Jara was going to lash out or go crazy, but because of what this other language represented. It was frightening accurate. It was like watching what Sha're and every single host was going through. English wasn't exactly Jara's strong point here, but his skills at non verbal communication were absolutely perfect. Daniel could only watch as Jara convulsed and spasmed, jerked around as if drawn by someone else. Like a puppet on strings. Jara would try to move one way then get jerked the other. It reminded him of a gruesome dance, and it showed him perfectly what it was to be to be taken, as if from personal experience. He could see Sha're's deadened eyes looking back at him and that thing laughing behind them.
Daniel didn't realize he was breathing raggedly, on the verge of hyper ventilating, until the Hork Bajir finally slowed. Jara then squatted back down. He showed his head to Daniel. Even with his nearsightedness, he could see it clearly enough at this distance. There was a nasty scar marring the Hork Bajir's head. Daniel couldn't tell if it was from a blow or if someone had tried to perform a brutal idea of brain surgery on him.
"Goa'uld. You were a host," he whispered. His voice was hoarse. Out here? Wherever 'here' was, but he didn't know of any other species that took people over like that. The same thing, just different words for them? 'Visser' must be their word for 'System Lord'.
The question was burning in his mind. How had Jara survived the removal? They hadn't been able to safely remove it from Kawalsky and they had better equipment and science back home, at least, better than what Jara's species appeared to have. There couldn't be Thor's Hammers lying around all around the galaxy. And yet, Jara had survived it somehow.