Soon enough! She has her part to play in the coming FUBAR Apophis is about to unleash.
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Soon enough! She has her part to play in the coming FUBAR Apophis is about to unleash.
That should be Apophis' new battle cry.
FUUUUBAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!!
FUUUUBAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!!
It's funny how they're so worried about their maternal uncle that they forget Yu exists and he was given a gooooddd deal of leeway.
He may just as easily tell the whole empire to fuck off and close his borders and abandon everyone to whatever mess Apophis creates or he may come for the Throne itself. Or something else entirely.
Who knows right?
I could honestly see that, him charging at an M1-Abrams tank shouting YEEEET or some other nonsense because he is having the time of his life and destabilizing all of creation.
Best vacation ever!!!
He may just as easily tell the whole empire to fuck off and close his borders and abandon everyone to whatever mess Apophis creates or he may come for the Throne itself. Or something else entirely.
Who knows right?
I could honestly see that, him charging at an M1-Abrams tank shouting YEEEET or some other nonsense because he is having the time of his life and destabilizing all of creation.
Best vacation ever!!!
So exactly how big a presence is Earth Going to have on Abydos?
Fairly large but it'll mostly be civilians and scientists, more about research and helping them with the mining and helping them explore their world and the like.
Lahm and Fraser will probably insist on all the biomatter for medical and environmental research brought back, be brought and quarantined on Abydos until they can determine if its safe to introduce it to earth.
Basically a mini colony of trade bros, CDC people, engineers and chemists/material scientists. Think of like, an old logging/mining town from the Reagan era...essentially.
There won't be a lot of military there beyond security and experts to help the Abydonians build up their own defense forces. Unless Hammond decides to go on the offensive against a System lord, then he'd be commanding from the pyramids while Ellis and Landry saturate the heavens with nuclear hellfire and broadsides of course.
It's just confusing when you give the character the name of a major recurring character from Star Trek: Deep Space 9.
DocSolarisReich
Esoteric Spaceman
It sounds like this Goa’uld dynasty isn’t going to fall apart into multi factional bellum civil just quite yet. Again, there’s more of a there there, and I like it.
Horus seems like a mensch, but isn’t he a mite few millennia old for the callow and slightly naive romantic enthusiasm? It is well to love your people, for they are yours and you are theirs, but being Price demands knowing them as well.
Horus seems like a mensch, but isn’t he a mite few millennia old for the callow and slightly naive romantic enthusiasm? It is well to love your people, for they are yours and you are theirs, but being Price demands knowing them as well.
Blame that on word being a trekkie, it kept converting Garek to Garak.
I'll correct it in the morning.
It'll endure hardships and weather storms but it's done so before.
I wanted to give it more details, these guys built an empire out of ruins and a slave revolt with the allies of their former masters gunning for them relentlessly.
What kind of a culture evolves under such stress? The Show tried to answer that question but then sorta dropped the ball on it. I'll try as best I can!
Which is his flaw and also the downside of 80% of your subjects worshipping you as a god and the other 20% sort of venerating your old man in other ways. He presumes he knows his people, but we all know how dreadful the price of presumption can be, especially for a royal.
I don't read a whole lot of fics these days but Spartan recommended this and glad he did, absolutely top tier. Seen a few fics that tried to merge the SG settings but this is by far the most successful. Keen to see more
That means a lot, had it not been for the Dilgar War and a Fighting Chance I probably wouldn't have tried to tackle a fic this expansive.
Thank you.
Harlock
I should have expected that really
Glad to have played a small part
You have got a talent for this, the imagination to create this, the insight into people to make characters work, the eye for detail to keep things involved for the reader, and the logic to keep things consistent and not pull shit out of thin air
Just plain enjoyable to read someone taking care and respect for a setiing I like while still bringing something really new and interesting to the table.
If only all writers had such a work ethic
You have got a talent for this, the imagination to create this, the insight into people to make characters work, the eye for detail to keep things involved for the reader, and the logic to keep things consistent and not pull shit out of thin air
Just plain enjoyable to read someone taking care and respect for a setiing I like while still bringing something really new and interesting to the table.
If only all writers had such a work ethic
Glad to have played a small part
You have got a talent for this, the imagination to create this, the insight into people to make characters work, the eye for detail to keep things involved for the reader, and the logic to keep things consistent and not pull shit out of thin air
Just plain enjoyable to read someone taking care and respect for a setiing I like while still bringing something really new and interesting to the table.
If only all writers had such a work ethic
That is going to be my biggest challenge. I refuse to fall prey to asspulls, I refuse to take the easy way out and I've spent a lot of time writing down everything I've built up so far as far as the culture, history and nature of the Goa'uld goes. I hope, I can continue to entertain.
Also my biggest fear is always all my characters sound the same or seem the same..glad I'm not doing that.
@DocSolarisReich As you well know, no ancient aristocracy can long endure without some intrigue! Since you, @Bear Ribs @Spartan303 and @Harlock seem to enjoy the intricacies of Imperial life...Agents of the house of..well..you shall see...Lend a helping hand through an unlikely person and in doing so set off all the alarm bells..Also.. @StormEagle and @bullethead The raging Douchebaggery of Apophis is for you gents!
Hearts and Cannons.
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Bakhu – Chulak
Hearts and Cannons.
O’Neill ended up being glad that they were dressed as priests, because the walk to the castle-mountain thing they were ordered to go towards probably would have taken his team three or four hours. Instead, another group of travelers (These being farm hands from what O’Neill could tell) directed them towards a parallel road half a mile from the main one whereupon they were identified as priests and escorted to what looked like some kind of monorail. Except it floated off the ground and moved faster than any train Jack had ever seen because they arrived at an immense lake that tapered off into a waterfall that plunged down to the depths below the palace.
Thankfully, the train thing also didn’t plunge down the depths of the waterfall but stopped short of an immense bridgehead that glimmered in the sun, immense sphinxes flanking either side of the entrance. The whole trip Doc Carter was babbling about the implications of the technology they saw around them, the young woman was almost vibrating in her seat talking about the wonders she saw around her and how concerning it was that these guys appeared to be hostile. Jack didn’t understand anything that she was saying to him it may as well have been space Egyptian. But what was clear to him was the sheer scale of everything the Colonel could see around him.
An old timey medieval castle, a damn fortress that was either made by repurposing and reshaping the mountain or was built between the mountain ranges. He could see what looked like crenellations, buttresses that probably doubled as aqueducts, a moat that was more like an abyss and the whole way here when he wasn’t staring at an ocean of farmland. Colonel Jack O’Neill was watching thousands of people arrayed in divisions drilling endlessly. Ardef noticed it too and shared a look with Jack that suggested he was thinking the same thing. While he couldn’t be sure, his guts said this was a planet preparing for war.
But war against who?
Skara, Shau’re, Christmas. Retrieving them was going to be a lot harder than he initially thought, perhaps even impossible and that was something he really didn’t want to think about. He wasn’t going to abandon them, but he was starting to realize that there was a chance they wouldn’t be going home. -It’s worth it though- O’Neill thought, it was different this time. Different from Abydos, all those years ago when he was running from despair and guilt into the jaws of death. Here, he’d be fighting like hell and maybe dying for friends or maybe just maybe they’d succeed. After all, Ra was powerful, ancient and stupidly advanced but he made mistakes. Enough mistakes that they were able to blow his ass to kingdom come. An image of Ferretti’s mangled remains filled his head and O’Neill and he felt his knuckles clench as they departed from the bridgehead and made it towards the bridge itself. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice that he was walking on an energy ribbon until Carter knelt down to touch it, earning sneers from some of the clerics who had joined them in the procession with one calling her a cloudy headed girl who needed to stop debasing the Imperial clergy by acting like some backwoods primitive.
“They called me a primitive?! I built a hydrogen bomb before I could..sheesh” Sam shook her head, some of her hair spilling from the hood, clinging to her cheek in the wind. Jack thought she looked adorable in a psychotic way. But he was quick to put those thoughts out of his mind as the roar of what could only be marching cadence echoed from another energy bridge some six hundred feet to the left of him. -Damn, they’re hustling- what amazed him was that most of the serpent dudes were shirtless, it was nearly thirty degrees, and they were covered in a sheen of sweat and didn’t seem to be anything other than annoyed in that way recruits get annoyed when they’re singing the same song for the nine hundredth time during a particularly harsh week at the yard. They were preparing for something and Jack could only hope it wasn’t war.
Getting into the behemoth of a castle was easier than he thought it would be, mostly because whenever he opened his mouth the priests would flinch and babble back at him in overexaggerated accents. Daniel was telling Carter that he thought he could detect elements of something that sounded a bit like Berber and Farsi in their language, but he didn’t know if that was coincidence or if the Persians had based their language on some of the ruins of Ra’s kingdom or not. “Give him enough time Doc, he’ll be babbling space Moroccan in no time.” O’Neill reassured her.
Carter laughed as they passed through a main hallway and lobby of one of the largest libraries Sam Carter had ever seen. “woah” she murmured, shelves filled with scrolls and books interspersed with datasheets, holograms dancing between immense busts of creatures she had never seen before and the ceiling was filled with what she could only describe as an animated movie playing that depicted parts of this “War in heaven” including a figure clearly meant to be Apophis battling someone that looked like Thor, if Thor was one of those blue aliens from the marvel movies, what were they again? Kree? Right, except instead of blue the hulking warrior was gray with dark green hair. “Amazing” she murmured. O’Neill tugged her along waiting for Daniel and Ardef to inquire if they could explore the main palace a bit.
Once again there was a rubbing of temples and a nod and a gesture to the exit, or what Jack hoped was the exit and not a broom closet or something.
“It’s so beautiful.” Carter murmured, she had stopped to reach up to touch the cheek of a holographic depiction of a woman who appeared to be in her early forties, with long lush brown hair and tanned skin with an oddly green hue. Her features reminded Jack of all the others he’d seen who looked like they had cave man in them and a few other ape people as well. Catching the look in Jack’s eyes Carter rolled her eyes ‘Yes, the weird goddess lady is kinda sexy too” She teased “I meant the hologram, I can even feel texture, like its simulating skin.”
“The larger one’s breathe and even give off smells. It’s rather remarkable the achievements Set’s entertainment technologists have made in the bending and capturing of light over the last ten millennia.” The voice was smooth, the English remarkably well spoken and Carter almost thought it was an Abydonian talking until she turned and saw it was a woman with pale skin, she was tall, with incredibly black hair and deep blue eyes, looking like an Amazonian statue come to life but for how emaciated and tired she looked. Carter took a step back, reaching for a gun and Jack advanced on her but the woman held up a hand. “Please, my liver was restored six hours ago and while I’ve flushed all the ascites and pus from my body, I don’t think my blood can clot like it used too anymore.” She waved the hand, which had a few bracelets and several rings. On her forehead was the symbol of the serpent in what Carter thought was platinum. “So, I would really not like to fight you.” She offered an oddly, charming smile and O’Neill narrowed his eyes stepping between Carter and the woman.
“How do you speak our language lady?” His tone was cold but that didn’t seem to phase the woman. “I am Shaun’ac, lore master and chief linguist of the temple of the serpent. One of my…former students took English from the mind of your..Cor…coreperal Kressmas…ah I am mangling her name, forgive me. He shared the language with me with his mind, best he could. I’ve been extrapolating since….Then.”
“Where is she.” O’Neill asked tersely the menace in his voice fading just a bit. If they started a firefight in here, they’d be dead and this woman, sick as she was could have had them killed whenever she wanted and yet didn’t.
“Regrettably, she was killed by Lord Apophis.” The sheer sorrow and shame in her voice shocked O’Neill, why did this woman care so much for some alien stranger? Or had Christmas been just one more in a long line of casualties that had eaten away at her. His eyes suddenly flickered with worry, if the English language had been torn from her mind, then there was no telling what else could have been pulled from there. -Damn, damn-.
The woman seemed to catch the look in his eyes, and she nodded. “In fairness, beings far stronger than her have been dismantled…by…her..interrogator.” Shaun’ac spat the words with a vehemence that surprised her captive audience. Though she had been close to the one who carried Klorel and though Klorel showed the same devotion to her as he did Teal’c and Drey’ac, Shaun’ac was disgusted by the deformed prince and what Apophis had become, she was also certain that Amunet’s ascent meant the end of the House of Tartarus if drastic measures weren’t taken soon. “But that is not your present concern, yes?”.
“There were two others we came for!” Daniel cut in agitated. “One a female and the other.”
“I will take you to the boy.” Shaun’ac whispered, something in her eyes made Jack’s stomach crawl. “And the woman!? Shau’re is her name, she’s my wife.”
The way the woman’s eyes flickered once again told O’Neill all he needed to know. “Daniel…” “No Jack I need..”
“Save it Jackson!” O’Neill hissed.
“Your leader is right Dan..yer..If you draw too much attention to us I will not be able to assist you.” As the woman said this O’Neill could see her lean slightly against a column and with a discrete nod, he had Carter stand behind her, incase she collapsed from whatever she had “repair her liver” from. Not that he trusted her, completely but if she was really willing to help it couldn’t hurt to help her in turn and if she was up to no good, then the look in Carter’s gray eyes suggested she’d put a bullet in the woman’s spine the moment it hit the fan. O’Neill was starting to appreciate Carter’s crazy ass.
It didn’t make sense, even if she had been given English by telepathic upload, how the hell did she know who Jackson was? Or him? There was a look of relief in her eyes when she beheld the Colonel and that made no sense. She recognized us, Jack thought and more than recognized she knew enough to pronounce Daniel the way Shau’re used too, a way Jack knew would tie Daniel to her like a kite. She spoke with a familiarity not her own and that further disturbed him and for some reason he felt a sense of loss. Shau’re the name came unbidden to his mind and he had to put a considerable amount of effort into ignoring whatever his gut was telling him. “You helping us makes no sense.”
“This is true.” Shaun’ac conceded, a faint smirk on her features “Do not mistake this for friendship, the Tau’Ri killed Ra. Your kind murdered the heart of our civilization, its builder, and its keeper. And now, like children blundering in the dark you penetrate the heart of our military in a suicidal quest to retrieve three people you can’t even be sure are alive. No, I am not impressed by you, I am not moved by your plight. But it is honor that moves me, what was done to your women was conduct unbecoming of our great lord.”
“Bullshit” O’Neill muttered his eyes narrowing. “Oh, it dishonors that golden shithead huh? Hah and I’m supposed to believe a high priestess is just going to admit that to an enemy? An enemy she thinks killed her space Caesar.” O’Neill shook his head. Something was wrong, why the hell was she involved in this? This wasn’t some last-minute change of heart; she came here prepared. What the hell was going on?! Jack might not have had the experience in political nonsense that the cold war vets had but he was involved in enough off the books operations in shitholes to smell a fix.
“It’s not about his honor Rahksha!” she sneered, and O’Neill’s eyes flickered in understanding. The man wasn’t as stupid as he looked, she hadn’t needed to elaborate more but she could see it in his face that he recognized immediately what this was. Amusingly enough, from the look in his eyes he knew what she was doing because he’d been in her position before and when his lip curled at the bitter taste of being on the receiving end of the mountain of feces such games often bestowed upon the player’s pawns and board, she gave him a chastising look. “Yes Tau’Ri, this is what it feels like.”
Despite himself O’Neill laughed. Damn, this bitch is dangerous he thought with an exasperated sigh. So, this was it, they could come with her and accept her help, knowing it would cause a whole world of shit for Earth and Abydos, or he could let them slaughter his people, ambush Kowalski and hope their rampage stopped with their corpses. It was interesting though, she could tell Abydonians were with them, it was obvious by the recognition in her eyes, but she didn’t spare them a second glance, like they didn’t factor into any plans for retaliation and he couldn’t understand why. No, that wasn’t correct, she was going out of her way to avoid bringing attention to the Abydonians entirely. -They’re another chess piece in whatever game this witch lady and her handlers are playing-. My mighty serpent lord his ass, she didn’t give a single solitary fuck about Apophis, but her loyalty to the empire was unwavering Jack recognized that.
A patriot, who could play games.
Fuck’n familiar that…
Lovely.
“Alright temple skank, but what guarantee do I have that our rescue attempt won’t end up with us being crucified or something?” O’Neill asked. Carter pressed the gun into the woman’s back even as she appeared to help brace the Lore Master.
She grinned wickedly. “There are others who are not happy about what has transpired Tau’Ri, your survival will just have to depend upon the quality of your ability to persuade.”
“Welp, we’re fucked.” Jackson said without missing a beat.
“Gee thanks” O’Neill rolled his eyes. “Alright Witch lead the way.”
“Lore Master thank you very much, I worked as hard on earning that title as I worked on my figure boy.” Shaun’ac turned sniffing into the air dismissively, leading the group through the halls and into what Jack was certain was going to be the mother of all false flag operations. -I should have let Carter shoot her, I’m guaranteeing a war like this…- Except you never left men behind, especially when those men were family, especially when General Hammond and the damned President told you to go out there and make enough noise to make sure they kept their noses clean. -But is that what I’m doing?-
They walked in silence for an hour, except for Jackson who was trying to take his mind off panicking over Shau’re by trying to learn the language they spoke on this world. Carter kept glaring at him, implying that he should put a stop to it but O’Neill kept refusing, he wanted to see how clever this woman really was and if her brain represented what he’d have to face on the battlefield should the worse come of it or not. After all, Jackson knew the game well enough and was giving just enough to keep the woman interested, which he was okay with because it in turn allowed him to observe how she operated. Eventually the female fell in line beside O’Neill, he could see hints that she was becoming tired -Just how tough are these people?- whatever the hell was happening to her was slowly being fixed and he could tell that because her color improved by the moment but he could also tell she was exhausted. “Do you serve a monastic order Tau’Ri? Or are you a soldier? Whom do you serve?”
“I serve the SGC under the command of an Admiral Hammond.” Jack didn’t know why he revealed that information, she wasn’t trustworthy at all but the more time they spent together the more she reminded him of Kim Statterfield and the more he knew, as slick as she was, they likely had a fucked-up friend out here. -But why?- was the question that kept nagging him.
“And this Hammond is..a..”
“Just a man, a great man.. very bald man..from Texas.”
The woman smirked. “I see, we thought you were a First Prime.”
“Like that Dog face guy on Abydos?” O’Neill asked with a raised eyebrow. They came to the end of a hallway into some sort of chamber with columns that rose up higher than Jack could see an end too, a reminder that this place was a mountain. One that felt, very lonely and remote despite it being the center of all the activity. Something terrible happened here once upon a time, he’d bet his bones on it.
“Dog..” Daniel mouthed Anubis and she nodded. “Ah yes, Sek’Het was his name, he was the supreme commander of Ra’s militias and his personal champion and chief body guard.”
“Yep, definitely not that, killed ‘em though.”
Something flashed in her eyes, a mix of intrigue and shock that she hid so well he only noticed it because he’d been watching her like a hawk. “I will leave you now, Priests are free to wander about as they please without proper authorization even in the emergency state you created it is so.” She sounded disappointed at her own people and Jack couldn’t blame her because that was a mistake the US had made as well.
“We call it victory disease where I come from.” O’Neill explained.
“Ah, apt…may I steal it?”
“Go right ahead.” O’Neill replied with a hint of sarcasm. “sooo we wait in this hall and our guys will just show up?”
She laughed “No fool, in half an hour a pair of Serpent Guard will come to retrieve you, I have told them Skara, and the others imprisoned wish to make a final confession, wait in the room near the southern exit. As the majority of them come from holdings of the House of Ra I informed them I would send for some of their clerics, how fortunate”
There were other prisoners? O’Neill wanted to ask more but Carter put an end to that when she gripped the woman’s wrist and dug her pistol deep into her side. Ice in her gray eyes and a look that brokered no ambiguity. “You’re staying with us.” She hissed in a tone that surprised O’Neill. Who had been suppressing the urge to freak out over the fact that Skara was slated for execution and she had said nothing about Shau’re this entire time?
“Am I?” The woman responded. “I am the lore master and chief priestess of this…errmm..dioceses? That correct? Well never the less, I’ve many duties and was near death earlier in the day. I’m expected to rest and attend to small duties, it would look odd if I were spending more time than expected of me with some rustic preachers from nowhere.”
O’Neill relented nodding to Carter who let her go but whispered something that was probably a threat because the taller woman looked down at her with a newfound respect before, she turned limping away as gracefully as she possibly could. “Well…we’re in it now boys.”
“She’s using us to start something isn’t she sir?” Carter asked. It was Daniel who answered instead of Jack. “No, I don’t think its her, not at least alone. But we’re definitely being used…Like we stepped in the middle of a bigger game or knocked enough shit down to start one up”. O’Neill didn’t like it, but there were some possible benefits to this, like the majority of these so called “Gods” thinking Earth was just a patsy and maybe going after each or something. Sitting here, on a comfy couch in the snake man’s castle gave him too much time to think. Earth’s politics were complicated enough, he still had no idea what the hell that was all about.
Jackson who had been studying the art on the wall, observing the “moving ink” as Ardef called it, which was how he referred to the murals on the walls which seemed to move and shift as they depicted ancient battles or great hunts where Apophis and a behemoth of a man with laughter in his eyes struck down huge beasts that Jackson thought looked like megatheriums, others like giant armadillos with extra spikes. He was trying to determine if the game depicted here was alien or human when he found himself walking towards the end of the hall.
“Don’t wander too far Jackson!” O’Neill muttered but the blond was too lost in his own thoughts and he continued passed the columns that marked the opening at the other end and in following it his shoes found a crimson-colored marble that was almost, see through, an ocean of gems seemed to sparkle in the floor pattern as spirals wound into spirals, each one seemingly containing ruffles or…Jackson blinked. “The floor depicts DNA.” He spoke to himself aloud, a habit of his when he needed to keep himself from unraveling. Though a pang of sadness filled him as he realized he hadn’t needed to in half a decade because Shau’re was always there to calm his soul. “The DNA of every race they’ve conquered maybe?” Jackson thought aloud, looking up from the floor to see a series of immense statues arrayed about the room, many with miniature oasis and water flowing freely from jars, or jugs or from mouths. Smaller ones ran along the walls spilling into a series of wall fountains which likely filled some of the aqueducts that ran along the walls. This palace was truly massive, it very likely was the entire mountain and he wondered how many millions of square feet it was. The Largest palaces in the ancient world were the Domus Aurea and Hadrian’s Villa at Tivoli with Weiyang palace coming in third place. He had to wonder if this one could fit all three of them within and have room to spare. As he continued to walk, he encountered a series of benches and what might have been ferns.
He didn’t notice the serpent guard, too lost in thought about Shau’re and the palace and the mysterious woman. The Guards themselves didn’t make a move to stop him for they knew better than to disturb their master.
Shau’re, Daniel thought. -We were going to have children this year, I need to get her back. I need too-. Jackson stopped himself, espying what looked like a dark black hair slumped over shoulders. He sighed wistfully, his Shau’re had hair like that. The youth was making a noise that he thought was laughter, but it was, different. A hundred different voices at once and there was a second voice or chorus of voices rather. This one, deep, rich with some subtle rasps, a chorus of souls that felt like carnage and death and Jackson’s blood froze in his veins. -Oh crap, oh crap, there’s a pair of them here?-. Jackson looked around, eyes wide in alarm and at last he noticed the serpent guard and he swallowed. -Crap I stumbled into a makeout session..okay Jackson, play it cool, act natural…act natural-. He turned on his heel.
“Danyer…husband”
Jackson stopped in his tracks, frozen as something dug deep into his heart, dread and despair as a voice that was utterly alien yet so familiar spoke a line that he’d heard every time he woke up in the morning. -No, no, god no..please-. Shau’re, his desert rose, his princess, his lover, his Isis, his…His best friend since his grandpa died. Slowly, slowly he turned as the voice cooed that line, that line that had been so reassuring and loving for many years and now profaned.
And he beheld her, his best friend, his wife…No, that wasn’t Shau’re, she lay sprawled on the immense chest and torso of the bald warrior King, his robes pulled apart, hers loose, eyes sultry as the man below turned and flashed a malevolent smile at Jackson’s face. “Oooohhh..so this is the scribe who helped kill a God? I am in your debt!”
“Indeed, my love” The… Not Shau're whispered leaning down to bite on the man’s cheek before she turned back to gaze into Jackson’s eyes. “We should reward him! Hmm..oh I know!” Her voice echoed now, speaking in the darker manner of Ra. -No, no-
Her eyes glowed a shade of pink. “Husband! Come, join us!”
Something broke inside Daniel Jackson.
He didn’t remember much after that, he tasted salt, he felt his hand move. He saw the pistol raise along with his hand and he heard the blasts.
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Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Spartan Teams Red, Gauntlet, Echo, Omega,Nobel,Gold, Green, Grey, Black, and Blue and all Headhunter teams you're cleared to engage(ie all the Spartan-IIs and the best of the best of the Spartan-IIIs all equipped with Mjolnir). Use of heavy weapons of all kinds are authorized we've got a psionic mind rapist/parasite to kill and ensure they stay dead. Aka what Daniel really wants to happen right about now. Well that or a wild Steiner Scout Lance appearing
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The original show glossed over the fact that Daniel had his wife raped and abducted and then it all ended with one of his only friends putting her out of her misery in front of him if I'm remembering right.
I don't intend to pull punches there.
I don't intend to pull punches there.
God...that was painful to read. Poor Daniel.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Yeah methinks ole Danny boy isn't likely to be the one who favors diplomacy of any kind with the snakes he just wants them all deader than the Dodo
Probably not quite that bad. Apophis certainly, But Ra gave them no choice and Daniel was the voice of reason right up to the end. Now, find a Goa'uld who wants to talk and Daniel's blood will cool as his rational mind takes over. Daniel just suffered an emotional trauma and reacted in the only way he could. Bit this is not necessarily reflective of his stance altogether. Just that Apophis and Amunet have greatly wronged him and he's lashing out.
I don't think it'll amount to anything though. Amunet deliberately goaded him. Likely to entice such a response.
DocSolarisReich
Esoteric Spaceman
Our little Daniel is all grown up. And he has a little Abydos in him now as well. Good, let the 'modern' man die Daniel. He was insufficient to contend with powers and principalities.