There was no response to her promise or the mention of ascension, nor the pale white light that came with moving on. The ribbon came off his hand easily enough. The metal still felt warm from his fading body heat, and was now starting to cool. It slid easily on her hand, molding perfectly to its new owner as if it had always meant for it.

Outside the air was filled with the roar of engines. One after another lifted higher into the air. In the distance, several had breached the atmosphere, becoming nothing more than pin pricks of light as the rest planet-wide rose to join them. As soon as enough had cleared Kalimba, the Gallifreyan and Goa'uld merge of technologies would be activated. The fleet would go out.

Vala's call was quickly answered. The two Jaffa, the remnants of the Crocodile's Honor Guard that had not departed for their pyramid ship, pushed open the doors and looked upon the scene before them. The deed was done. Their God had taken on a new form, more fair and more terrible than the last. With this change, their Lord would lead them to victory.

Setting their staffs heavily on the ground, they inclined their heads to their God, the stylized helmets dipping. What was their God's desire?