The Jaffa kept to the Master's back, a constant reminder that he was still hadn't earned any of the trust any other lowly slave was shown. Sobek led the way downwards. He set a loping pace down the corridors and halls, pacing through chambers without a second's hesitation.

The doors stood apart from the rest of the structure, more metal than stone, with seams and lines that made up the decorations glowing with an artificial light. The doors seemed to sense the Goa'uld presence as Sobek drew close. With a rumble and grind of hidden mechanisms, they parted before the God like water, sliding out and then upwards into the ceiling. The doors slid closed behind them.

The room they stepped into was easily the most technologically advanced so far. There was an entire squad of Jaffa nestled in alcoves like statues, the only sign that they were alive was the rise and fall of their chest and the helmets that tracked the Master.

There was also a strange device that occupied the middle of the room. The Doctor was strapped to it.