The City of Taxon

O'Neill had finally finished the Stargate. While he had the knowledge to save himself. What was more important to him was and always is, getting out. He can't stand to be trapped even if it's nice accommodations. Let's not even go into his P.O.W. memories. But being who he is, he's more concerned with getting everyone else out.
By the time the Stargate is finished he is having trouble keeping steady on his feet and he does not look good at all. He makes it over to the DHD to begin dial. First, he attempted Earth's address. The chevrons lit up and almost looked like it was going to open a wormhole... only to fizle back out with a disappointing 'vrrroooooooop.' Jack slammed his fist against the DHD, "Astria purgamentum!"

He rubs a hands over his face with a groan. He tries a different address, this one too does not connect, "Oh, pro fletus sicco durus!"

As it is called for, he kicks the DHD, "Operis!"

After that though, he nearly collapsed to the ground. He uses the DHD as support to keep himself from falling to the ground. That does little to support him when he loses consciousness shortly after.

{ooc: end of the Glitch...}
{Astria purgamentum -- star trash; pro fletus sicco durus -- For crying out loud; Operis -- Work }

If he was previously bothered by the nature of Taxon(or Tax-son as he calls it.), it seems to be the furthest from his mind. Threat assessment comes first, it makes for nice black and white priorities he can wrap his mind around. He's scouted out a nice empty building; the inside of it looks much like a indoor car park, just without the cars. It has several large concrete pillars that would be perfect cover.
The area is open enough, for getting clear shots from cover. In the back of his mind he hopes it won't come to that. But if he does, Daniel had already gotten his hands on a couple of zat guns. Then on O'Neill's most recent trip to the replicator hatches, he procured a few very important items. First he got himself a whole mess of in'tar rounds(non-lethal) for his P-90 and nine-mil. He still has his lethal rounds at easy access but... you know, he kinda likes Vala. And he is always promising to try it 'Daniel's way' first. Finally, the most important thing is a forcefield trap.
He set the device up where it would be obscured until activated. Also placing it a nice central location a cocky Goa'uld bent on destoying imprudent little humans would likely stand. The remote for the shield device he's already handed over to Daniel. Whom is of course working with him for this. He gives Daniel a short nod once everything is in place.
Jack himself has outfitted himself in his somewhat typical combat gear, opting for black over his usual greens. He easily falls back into his old blacks ops training.

Of course, all of that was not transmitted. The next part is: he turns on his the holo function for his tablet, first addressing everyone but Vala/Qetesh in a locked transmission, "All right, kids. Colonel Jack O'Neill here." He's crouched down in his black uniform with his hand on his weapon. "Ya got my location there on your map. I'm going to say this once: Stay. the. Hell. Away." He shifts on one knee, "If you choose to ignore that advice. You're our back-up."

"Me and Daniel have years of experience with the Goa'uld. We have a way to neutralize her." Jack gestures with a hand, "if you got in your mind to help, do not. I repeat, do not engage Qetesh without my or his go ahead." He raises a finger and says sternly, "If so much as one of you can't follow that simple order, I don't care if you're not in the military, I will shoot you myself. If you think you can do better, wait until we're done."

"And Daniel would like me to remind you folks, we want her alive. So play nice."

He purposely left out too many details in the semi-public transmission, in the event that Vala/Qetesh managed to hack her way through a locked transmission. He mentioned nothing about the forcefield trap.

THAT little speech out of the way, a speech he hopes doesn't live to regret it. Actually he hopes he doesn't die and regret it. He let out a sigh then messed with his tablet for feed Vala/Qetesh a direct message, "Ketish, babe!"

He beamed his most sarcastic smile, "It's been ages! How ya doing? Must be tough having no Jaffa around to do your bidding. Guess that means you gotta come crush us yourself. Or you know..." he shrugs mockingly, "...just sit there on your thrown tossing empty threats. Not that I mind... with you staying where you are it's like you're not even here. Kinda nice there I bet. What with all your servants--" He grins then snaps his fingers, "Oh, wait! You don't have any servants either."

Yes, it was entirely nesscery to mock her.

(ooc: Of course, you guys can completely ignore O'Neill's advice and run in guns blazin'. He just won't be happy with you~)