However, they were only gone for about a month before they returned. This time he really let loose on them. He knew 'Glowy Eyes' was their supposed god. So he again captured him, took him back to his 'Safe Haven' far to the north and stripped him of all his magical items. Then, just like the previous time, he tied him to a metal chair before he revived him.
As 'Glowy Eyes' - Imhotep, the Goa'uld System Lord - railed at him with what harm would supposedly befall him, Harry then tried his own version of Legilimency on the... being. Taking a leaf out of Snape's play-book, he mind raped him so effectively he left the man no more thinking than a vegetable by the time he was finished. Instead of just 'breezing' through the man's thoughts and memories, he ripped them out and dropped them into his own mind.
From that he knew the Goa'uld, as he now knew him to be, would never stop throwing his slaves/soldiers at him until either Harry or he was dead. And he didn't fear death, as his minions would put his body in a sarcophagus and revive him again. Then he'd come right back again.
Knowing the only way to get the attacks to stop was to utterly destroy the body before him so it couldn't be revived by Sarcophagus, he side-along apparated with him right into the middle of the main Jaffa camp. He then dumped him in the middle of their camp out front of the Chappa'ai, as he now knew it to be called, then this time he burned the man to death right in front of his troops.
As the man died, Harry returned to the camp with a great flash of light, vanished the body and said, "Leave!" and pointed to the gate. "Leave, or die!" Then he cast exploding fireballs into the tents and apparated out.
He then sat on a hill under his invisibility cloak and watched their camp burn to ash as the Jaffa bolted for the now already activated Gate and ran through it. They never returned.
However, in their barely controlled panic to leave they left a lot of things behind. Things he could use and was using until that robot thing showed up six months later; or what he thought was six Earth months.
In that six months he'd organised a whole lot of protections on both himself and his 'stuff'. He'd even cast an alert charm on the Chappa'ai that, if it activated, he'd immediately be alerted to it. It was his alert going off that drew him from his 'Safe Haven' home far to the north of the ring to see if it was more of those Jaffa blokes again. He'd apparated directly there and while under a Notice-me-Not charm.
He was shocked to see it was a robot tractor thing. And further surprised to see English written on the side of it. The writings he'd seen of what was written by the Jaffa and the Goa'uld looked more like a cross between hieroglyphics and Japanese pictographs to him than anything resembling English.
He'd hope that, whoever it was, understood his 'come here' gesture to the camera they'd aimed at him. It had taken him weeks to clean up his planet of all the rubbish the Jaffa had left behind and he didn't want to go through all that again. Two of those was his stripping and burying all the bodies they'd left behind before they rotted and stunk the place up. He knew he could have vanished them, but felt that was the wrong thing to do. They were slaves, not evil. He gave them a proper burial, if not funeral.
In a military establishment deep under the Cheyenne Mountains in Colorado and not far from the small city of Colorado Springs, resided a couple of military installations. The most famous of which was the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) situated below the United States Northern Command (USNORTHCOM). However, even deeper than those, resided a small complex that put even the Top Secret levels of NORAD and USNORTHCOM to shame; it was known as Stargate Command (SGC). Even knowing it existed required a Top Secret clearance security level.
Three and a half years earlier, a small team of brave military personnel and experts in Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and society, ventured through what became known as the Stargate; an ancient device dug up from the desert not far from the city of Cairo, the capital of Egypt, in Giza.
After the first foray through the gate, where more than half the team were killed on a planet a fair way across the galaxy, the gate had been secured with certain safeguards. Those first explorers through the gate came back with proof that other planets were both populated with humans and with enemies it was not wise to allow anywhere near Earth. A year later, July 1997, they were ready to once more explore through the gate.
While it took a year to put in place safeguards against others 'unwelcomingly' coming through the gate, the personnel were not letting the grass grow under their feet. They were training hard to be ready for when next the gate was activated.
Then, for the next two and a quarter years, they had become both very good at it and the teams were slimmed down. Their lead team, known as SG-1, now had four permanent members. They were Colonel Jack O'Neill; Major Samantha Carter; the archaeologist, Doctor Daniel Jackson (who, like Colonel O'Neill, was also a part of that first mission to the planet Abydos); and the 'First Prime' Jaffa (a genetically modified human warrior race who served possessed humans who called themselves gods) Teal'c, who'd renounced his 'false God', Apophis, to help the team escape when they were captured by the Jaffa very soon after gate travels were again activated.
That brought them to now, very late October 1999. As a matter of fact, it was Hallowe'en. They had not long returned from a moon called Ne'tu, in orbit around the planet of Delmac, where they had rescued one of their Tok'ra allies, Selmak. Only just beginning to wind down from that mission, SG-1 were called back to the complex meeting room for a new briefing only partway through their stand-down time.
As they walked in their commanding officer, General George Hammond, was already standing at the always-there star map, waiting. O'Neill, always quick with a witty remark, asked, "Miss us already, General? I thought we were on stand-down."
"You were," replied Hammond. "I hope you enjoyed your two days off and made merry. It's time to get back to work." As the four members of SG-1 found seats at the oval table, all with a clear view of the general and where he stood before the large star map, Hammond waited for them to take their seats and slid a stack of four dark blue manilla files down the polished wood of the table. "There's your briefing notes," he declared, as each member of the team quickly snagged a copy for themselves.
Not even waiting for them to read them he said, "We received a quick message from the Tok'ra," he said.
"They want us to kill another System Lord?" snarked O'Neill. He was referencing how, during the rescue of Selmak, they had managed to kill the Goa'uld System Lord Sokar and, possibly, Apophis.
Hammond ignored it. "They've received intelligence that a... demon, they call it... has taken up residence on a planet. As you people were on stand-down, we sent through a MALP just to take a look at what was there."
Looking to the flat screen television mounted on the wall opposite, he raised a remote and clicked a button while pointing at it. "This is what we picked up."
It started an obviously recorded video feed from the MALP.
Within seconds of the MALP obviously reaching the other end of the wormhole and exiting the water effect of the event horizon, the MALP immediately began to transmit video feed.
The camera quickly scanned around, showing that the DHD dialing device was present and that the terrain was similar to that of the Colorado desert not far from their base; and not too dissimilar to the Baja Desert in Northern Mexico.