Hurt Teal’c awoke to see a strange metal face looking right at him. It was a Goa’uld armor-mask, he could see that at once, but he had not seen its like before. It was narrow, close-fitting to the head beneath, and formed from leaves of a dark, glossy bronze. There was very little decoration to it, and not even the suggestion of a mouth; the helm merely stretched and thinned into a featureless extension where the chin should be. It was a haunting sight. Teal’c thought that it was probably meant to be. He was restrained, of course. He could tell without looking that he was suspended above the floor at an angle, his head pulled up and back and his arms held out to either side. The bonds were well-designed, tight, and strong; self-adjusting electromagnetic bands of solid, unbreakable metal. Teal’c tested his strength against them for several seconds, but quickly realized that he couldn’t move at all. The mask watched him, impassively, as he did so. When he stilled, it nodded, very slightly, and moved away.
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