as written by barney_fife
Arun listened intently to Lanyang's response, with an almost obsessive stare, which was broken quickly as he went back to the book, closing it with an audible thump.
"Do you know which museum it is at?" He asked, offering an excited smile. "The Kara Kesh." He said, the words rolling almost naturally off his tongue. He said, somewhat interested in the kala'i ka dohe. Searching through Arun's memory, the Goa'uld saw a lot of similarities. The Vishtafa was modeled after the staff weapons that the jaffa warriors carried, there were many old traditions it seemed that the Volarians still carried out from their days as servants of their god.
A Calculating look filled Arun's mug, which turned into an almost brief but sadistic grin. He was thinking about the return of his Empire. The look quickly vanished as he turned to Kenji.
"We mustn't waste time!"
Arun listened intently to Lanyang's response, with an almost obsessive stare, which was broken quickly as he went back to the book, closing it with an audible thump.
"Do you know which museum it is at?" He asked, offering an excited smile. "The Kara Kesh." He said, the words rolling almost naturally off his tongue. He said, somewhat interested in the kala'i ka dohe. Searching through Arun's memory, the Goa'uld saw a lot of similarities. The Vishtafa was modeled after the staff weapons that the jaffa warriors carried, there were many old traditions it seemed that the Volarians still carried out from their days as servants of their god.
A Calculating look filled Arun's mug, which turned into an almost brief but sadistic grin. He was thinking about the return of his Empire. The look quickly vanished as he turned to Kenji.
"We mustn't waste time!"