Stargate Through the Looking Glass and into Heaven.

paulobrito

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So, you anchored this story in our universe, naming the current US president (current has in 2020) to be Trump? Nothing against, mind you, but normally these stories go with fictional presidents.
 

The Immortal Watch Dog

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So, you anchored this story in our universe, naming the current US president (current has in 2020) to be Trump? Nothing against, mind you, but normally these stories go with fictional presidents.

There will be, I've name dropped Hayes from the SGU and be will be President from 2021 onwards.

The SGC is part of the space force which admittedly is rather different than in our world. But I wanted to give a shout out to the man who created it in the real world.
 
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Welp I was gonna get a post out but then I got the mother of all food cases of food poisoning.

So when I crawl back from that I'll get us moving!
 

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Ahh I have returned...And since I typed half this up when I was as fucked up as Klorel is retarded..I apologize if it makes half of you want to set yourselves on fire. 300767289228263424.png
 
And into Heaven.

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And into Heaven.





Cheyenne Mountain complex







“So that bit about you being the youngest person to break the sound barrier is bullshit?” Kowalski asked as he, Lahm and a woman with long sandy blond hair and gray eyes walked towards the armor. She was dressed in the fatigues of the Aerial and Spatial combat fatigues of the Space Force, a tribute both to her grandfather General Jacob Carter and her infamy as a Test Pilot. Among the million other things Doctor Samantha Carter had done before her thirtieth birthday.



“Not bullshit, I’m just number two, Katrina Mumaw beat me by two years” Carter grinned. “The story about the Castle Bravo replica is true though, I just didn’t have any fissile material. I did make some explosives so I could blow it up, but it wasn’t as spectacular as I thought it’d be” the woman sounded, somewhat disappointed. A thing that made Kowalski chuckle, the meeting between Samantha Carter and the rest of the team had been, rather tense. Jack’s attitude had been rather terse, which was to be expected given his distaste for academics and it wasn’t until Carter told him about how she once crashed a Cessna in weed field belonging to the Juarez Cartel and that she fought her way out that he relented. “You’d think the whole “youngest person in space” would have won me tome points” she muttered under her breath, it normally didn’t bother her when older military types looked sideways at her as she’d either earn their respect or run through them. But for some reason the look the Colonel gave her had bothered her, maybe it was because of his accolades, that he’d been on the original Abydos mission. Or maybe because one of his daughters had been her assistant and occasional partner in crime that she wanted the man’s approval. Like Hammond, he represented the best of the old school, though old school for them was two different eras.



“He just wants to be sure you can handle yourself in a pinch” He explained.



“So, the fact that I was putting out a fire while shooting into orbit on a test rocket doesn’t count?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Kowalski only shook his head “It counts, don’t take it personal. He was the same way with Jackson”



“I’m in good company then.” Carter nodded, she didn’t mind having to earn the Colonel’s respect at all, as long as she was given the same chance to screw it up as everyone else.



“You were born in good company, your grandfather saved the Colonel’s life in the 90’s, give him time. Speaking of that how the hell did you manage to…Y’know?” Kowalski hesitated, not sure how to phrase the question -How the hell did you fight a cockpit fire in a fucking rocket? That sounds like bullshit- delicately. He’d seen the logs, listened to the recording, he knew it wasn’t a lie but how the hell did she manage?



Sam beamed at him “Explosions and I are old friends Colonel!”



That didn’t answer his question but given his wife’s laughter he figured he probably shouldn’t pry anymore. Entering the room, they saw Colonel O’Neill holding up one of the Next Generation guns that were supposed to replace the current weaponry used across the armed forces. The Colonel had a perplexed look on his face, which made Carter chuckle, he looked very much like a caveman trying to comprehend a crossbow and it was almost adorable. “Why’s it got a doorknob on the barrel?!” he asked to no one in particular.



Accompanying them would be six marines belonging to the other Carter, they were all prepped and alternating between wanting to question the Colonel’s sanity or laugh at what had to be an obvious joke. “Um suppressor sir” Lahm remarked with the cheekiest of smiles, as if to say -c’mon I’m a civilian and even I know this-.



“Looks like a piston”



Kowalski laughed “Come on sir, we ready to go retrieve our other nerd?” O’Neill nodded “Yeah, what do you think of your toy guns?” he asked with a face as neutral as possible. “I see you’re still keeping your colt”



“An O’Neill has been carrying that into battle since the first world war, one day one of my brats’ll get it. Til then, she stays with me.” O’Neill walked out just as Kowalski began to arm himself. Following behind Jack was Sam Carter who folded her arms behind her back and seemed to almost jolt to his side with a kind of manic energy O’Neill wanted to grumble at. “You know you’ll like me when you get to know me sir! I’m not that crazy”



“Oh, I adore you already.” he added half sarcastically half serious, she’d stood her ground in the conference room when he put her on the spot and despite her size, she was able to handle Hammond’s iron grip without wincing and seemed to be willing to do her best to match it. Beyond that his daughters sung her praise constantly and he accounted them as good judges of character even if they thought he was awesome. “Did you eat before going through the gate Doc?”



“Yes, but I’ve eaten before lift off Sir, I’m sure I’ll be fine”



-oh boy-



As the teamed walked into the Gate Room, they found Admiral Hammond waiting for them along with the eternally sour Colonel Samuels. “It’s a remarkable machine when it’s not being used by enemy combatants” Hammond remarked watching the chevron’s lock onto each piece of the Abydonian address. The beams of light touching in the center followed by an exclamation of delight from Carter as the energy fields bent and swooshed into a violent whirlpool of energies that gradually settled into the appearance of a tranquil pool of water.



“Bring Jackson back, for a briefing on what he’s achieved there during his sojourn. Get home in one piece”



O’Neill saluted and the team began to disembark, Kowalski jumping in as if he was doing a free fall into a pool while Lahm hung back to guide the new recruits through, until at last she jumped in. Only O’Neill and Carter remained, Carter who was presently reaching up to touch the surface of the vortex, watching it ripple as her fingers traced it. “Amazing” she said softly, something approaching awe in her voice. “It feels, it feels like water, cool water and you can even see the fluctuations in thewoah”



Jack Rolled his eyes, gently pushing the dweeb through before nodding to Hammond and taking his own steps through the looking glass. While Jackson and Brown spoke of seeing worlds and stars flash before their eyes as the wormhole launched them through time and space, all the Colonel remembered seeing was a rush of blue and green energy and an endless spiraling tunnel, one that he was ripped through at speeds that defied the imagination. As with the last time, he felt a rush of hair escape his lungs as he “fell into” the aperture within the Abydos gate.


Abydos- Pyramid Complex

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To her credit carter was fighting back her nausea and looking up at the Abydos gate as the wormhole closed. “Huh this one looks more simplistic and smaller than the earth gate” Sam remarked, she’d read the Abydos mission brief a hundred times, but this was a little detail O’Neill and Kowalski’s report had left out (with only Doctor Lahm noting the difference). “Did you ever figure out why?”



“Wasn’t really high on our list of priorities” O’Neill admitted though in hindsight, it probably should have been. There were very clearly a lot more questions than there were answers and their own misconceptions only added to the confusion. “But Jackson thought the one on earth was a newer model than the one on Abydos, likely used to impress the locals.”



“Like bringing out the Benz to visit in laws?” Carter asked with a wry smile. O’Neill nodded “Something like that yeah” He said before shaking his head as Carter darted to the mushroom like piece of technology seemingly growing out of the ground. He remembered that, it was the device Jackson had used to activate the gate, sending them home. “Fancy ain’t it?” he asked sarcastically.



“You’re telling me sir!” she exclaimed kneeling to inspect the Dialing device, missing the sarcasm in his tone as she was busy trying to figure out how this work. “It took me the better part of a year and a pair supercomputers to MacGyver up a system like this and they’ve got..a night stand” her eyes darted around the room noticing the lights that simulated torches, she couldn’t even tell what they were powered by but she was already rambling out guesses. “I wonder if Naquadah particles are woven into the material this pyramid is made out, it would explain why this place seems to have no wiring or outlets” she turned and then let out a curse and then then something was grabbed, and O’Neill heard a crunch.



He whirred around to see a youth of fifteen on the floor cursing and an “old” M27 grabbed by Carter who was pointing it down at the boy. Who upon seeing her, blinked then asked “Merikyan?”



She blinked, trying to process the word, wondering if it meant American or just “screw you” in Space Egyptian. Others came out armed but there was a commotion and the word “Onyer!” echoed into chamber as a young man who had to be twenty-one or so rushed towards Jack, who was grinning like a bastard. The two embraced as another teenager, this one closer to eighteen jumped into Lahm’s arms before yanking Kowalski into a hug.



“I did not expect to be seeing you again my friend!” The young man who was clearly the leader here remarked clasping O’Neill on the shoulder.



“Skara! Life’s been good to you huh?” he asked surprised he spoke English, but the Colonel just assumed Jackson had taught him the language. Abydonians learned fast and in five years who knew what the Abydonians could have relearned or if they’d begun to innovate on their own.



“I am a man married now! I hope my wife will give me a son sometime soon! And I am Vice Marshall to Marshall Ferretti”



Of course, he would name his rank something like Marshall O’Neill thought rolling his eyes. “Congratulations on the wife” For some reason he felt like a proud father and by the look in Skara’s eyes it seemed that he seemed to be searching for such a sentiment. -Funny how we could barely understand each other and the little shit’s family- “Oh wait Vice Marshall huh?” He stood at salute with Kowalski and the new marines following suit (Though more out of deference to their officers). Lahm and Carter followed even though civilians didn’t technically have to.



“Sir! Vice Marshall Skara, on Behalf of the United States Space Force, Marine division Colonel John James O’Neill formally requests permission to enter Abydonian territory! Sir?!”





Skara may as well have been a hundred feet tall in that moment. He beamed proudly then nodded hurriedly “On behalf of Lord Kasuf and the City and Farm Masters, Skara son of Kasuf, son of Amenthep welcomes you to Abydos…dear friend”



With the formalities out of the way Skara guided them from the Gate Room, through a hallway that had been little more than an oppressive indigo yet now seemed to illuminate with light. “Amazing projected out of the walls” Carter murmured.



“Yes, Daniel found what he called a “switch” which allowed for us to activate the light carvings when we wished to study them, though he says these light up when we move near them” The voice of Kadra piped in from behind Carter, sandwiched between Lahm and Kowalski. “He thinks there is Naquadah in the stones, that brings power here”



“I thought so!” Carter beamed turning back towards Kadra. The poacher of talent in her wondering if when relationships were formally established, she couldn’t request from whoever this lord Kasuf was to borrow this youth, who seemed eager for knowledge in the way she described it -I’ll probably have to fight Carolyn for her though- Carter thought, ah, well, it was worth the potential black eye. “Have you been studying these walls?”



“Yes!” Kadra said enthusiastically “And much more around us, though I am a healer primarily” she remarked. “A physician in training as Daniel calls it” The youth beamed a looked back at Lahm who laughed “our little urchins are all grown up huh Charly?”



“Shit our junior marines out rank us huh Colonel?” he called to Jack, earning a laugh from Skara. Kowalski was pleased to see the group of marines he brought with them were chatting along with the little militia that Ferretti had trained on behalf of Kasuf, comparing their “older” weaponry to the Next Gen toys O’Neill brought along. “Speaking of Daniel, where’s he at?”



“He was in the town when the storm came, I believe he and the others will arrive at the main entrance soon” Skara called back. “He has been…important to us, helped us rediscover much of what Ra stole from us.”



O’Neill nodded, deciding it would be time to break the ice on why they were here. “You unburied the gate then?”



Skara nodded. “It did not seem prudent to hide ourselves, we continue to send Naquadah through, though less than before. Just in case.”



“Has anyone come through?”



Skara shook his head “In truth, I do not even believe the gate on the sphere we send our Naquadah to is manned by anyone, not since Ra has anyone come from outside, except for you O’Neill”



Jack nodded, he knew these guys didn’t come from here, if any of those guys had showed up to take the planet as well trained as Skara and the others no doubt were, nothing would have stopped those snake bros. “You sure about that?”



Skara chuckled “O’Neill very little happens on Abydos that I do not know about now, if there were any visitors, I would have sent for you myself.”



“you’re assuming they’d be a threat?” Carter asked, catching up to O’Neill. Skara looked to her and nodded his head in formal greeting before answering her with a shrug. “My father tells of Sobek, a lord who ruled our world in the name of the Goddess Hathor, wife of Ra. He was much beloved, part of why his generation rebelled was that they felt that Ra betrayed the loyalty Sobek had earned from them. But that was long before I was born, none save O’Neill came since then, but Ra and he always brought misery to us, and always came from the heavens.”





“I see.” Carter thought, she began to speculate then on the nature of this Empire that was content to forget entire planet’s existed, were they incredibly wealthy? Or a vestigial power as so many Earth civilizations became. “Skara, on our world, there was a realm, an empire called Rome. This Empire once ruled a large part of our planet. At its zenith its might was felt over all corners of the earth but as its power waned, as its society slowly came apart. They abandoned their farthest flung outposts and least important colonies to try and hold onto their more critical areas.” As they walked down the hall Sam began to grasp the sheer size of the pyramid and she wondered what sort of materials it was made of to handle its own weight. -I should see if I can take samples, the material science department back at Groom Lake would go nuts- She had promised them a souvenir.





“Do you think Ra’s domain was like this Rome?” Skara asked curiously. Carter gave a shrug “I don’t know, but it would explain why you guys went so long without contact.”



“Or maybe they’re just so huge they forgot Abydos existed” O’Neill muttered pessimistically. “Damn forgot how huge this place is”



Skara laughed “We would not mind if either were true, Daniel alternates between the two.”



“Typical” O’Neill muttered as they reached the main entrance to the pyramids, where it seemed like a makeshift camp had been set up. Various hammocks hung between columns and tents erected and O’Neill noticed the temperature had dropped a considerable amount. “Jackson mess with the cooling?”



Skara laughed “No, it always grows this cold during a lightning storm, Daniel believes the buildings draw in energy”



“Makes sense” Sam chimed in. “We haven’t seen any power source that we can detect anywhere. Granted this place is huge but still, if it pulls power from the storms and the sun then maybe” She blinked quirking her head to O’Neill who was seemingly snoring on his feet. Sam rolled her eyes which caused Skara to grin. “Daniel will like you.”



“You think?” She asked with a hopeful grin. She’d read the Ballard-Jackson theory on cultural mimicry as it was now being called, gaining traction due to Jackson’s mysterious disappearance among the antics of the Langford family which seemed to have taken a keen interest in it after Katherine’s death. Beyond that, Sam remembered the day she found out about Jackson’s breakthrough and what an idiot she felt like for missing something so obvious. “I hope so.”



O’Neill had pushed passed them and called out “Neeeeerddd!” in the most dramatic fashion possible, causing the group to turn in surprise, surprise that quickly erupted into cheers of welcome. Ahead a blond who had been out by the doorway at the entrance peaked his head through and on espying Jack the figure adopted a smile and ran towards O’Neill.



“Colonel! I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!”



“Same here, what’s this business about letting Ferretti make himself some gaudy military title?!” O’Neill asked, his eyes warm as he gripped the other man’s hand. “Been awhile Jackson.” The years on Abydos had done the young book worm some good. No longer was he a scrawny, almost girly blond. While he still looked bookish, his shoulders were broader, his arms thicker and he looked healthier and more alert. There was some power in the kid’s handshake too which O’Neill nodded in respect.





“It has!” Jackson said with an energetic smile.



Kowalski slid forward handing Jackson a box of kitkat bars and some tissue paper. “Greetings from Earth Doctor Jackson!”



“Kowalski!” Jackson reached out and shook his hand before turning to eye the blond who was kneeling beside Lahm and Kadra listening intently to a conversation about one of the medicinal fruits that was grown on this planet. She looked vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite place her. -There’s something about that face- he thought, turning when he felt an arm lace around his. Shau’re was there, smiling at her old friends “Colonel! It is good to see you!” She made a gesture of salute and O’Neill returned it “Ma’am, I hear you and Jackson have been pretty busy”



“Trying to reclaim what was taken from our people yes” She said nodding her head vigorously. She too looked stronger, there was more definition in her body and weird as it was, her eyes had changed colors, green with blue flecks -The fuck?!- Jack thought. He remembered the conversation Lahm and Jackson had before they left all those years ago, about how she believed these humans were selectively bred and modified. -I wonder-.



“And Ferretti?”



“He should be in soon, his people were caught in the storm and he went to make sure the Mastages were safe in the buildings by the river” She said with a hint of worry in her voice, these storms had gotten more intense since Ra’s death, a cycle that she was told by the elders of Nagada that worsened once every seventy years or so.



Carter, who’d risen from her place beside Lahm nearly walked into O’Neill “It’s amazing sir, the sheer size of this place and the lights and holographic hieroglyphs”



“Hologlyphs? That’s catchy” Jackson said with an amused smile, wishing he’d thought of that. She turned upon hearing him and reached out “Oh, hi! Doctor Jackson! I’m Doctor Samantha Carter, I was in charge of creating the dialing system you used on the first mission.”



“You were?!” Carter, so that’s who she was! He recognized the name, but not from the study of alien artifacts or from any involvement in Project Giza, but from when he was in high school. Carter who was two years older than him had been a bit of a celebrity for a little while before she dropped off the face of the earth (Presumably to area fifty-one and to work on whatever else the Space Force was into). “Shau’re let me introduce you to the second youngest person to break the sound barrier and the youngest person from my world to go into space.”



Carter offered a manic grin. “I worked on the same project Daniel worked on, albeit in a different area. I read about your people in the report, I want to say its an honor to meet one of their liberators.”



Shau’re nodded her head and seemed to want to ask her about space but there was a loud boisterous call of “Colonel!!!” and then the sound of the jolly Italian giant running over to salute O’Neill and then lift Kowalski into a bear hug. “You fuckers came back!? Nice!...wait..you fuckers came back”



He set the other marine down and looked at Jackson who finally realized how odd that was. “Yes, not that I’m unhappy to see you, but why are you here?”



O’Neill cleared his throat, straightening the beret on his head. “Skara says you haven’t had any trouble from the gate?”



Jackson nodded, his mouth suddenly dry “Did..something..someone come through the gate?”





“Oooohh yeah” O’Neill muttered “Something came through alright, dudes wearing snake get up. Sort of a supped up, combat mod variant of Ra’s guys. Only, not human, not totally any way, they tore through one hundred and ten marines before they got killed and their Commander..Daniel..His eyes glowed like Ra.”



Ferretti blanched, tore through over a hundred marines? -There are more out there?!-



-We messed up- Jackson thought, horrified “General West?”



“Died a few years back, it was Hammond who repelled the attack..my..daughters were there too”



“Oh god, Jack! Are they okay?!” Jackson asked, both Shau’re and Skara edged closer to the Colonel and Sam found it heart warming to see just how much people respected and care for the Colonel. -Reminds me of Grandpa Jacob- she thought. Ferretti cursed loudly and punched one of his fists against the palm of his other hand.



“They’re fine, O’Neill’s are made of sterner stuff. But, Ra, we killed him, right?” When Jackson nodded, O’Neill continued. “So, it stands to reason, these guys, this glowing eyed alien dude is..Part of Ra’s Empire. They took one of our marines Danny.”



Jackson nodded. “I take it you weren’t able to convince them?”



O’Neill nodded. Noticing how Shau’re’s grip on Jackson’s arm became vice like -She freaked big time at the mention of the snakes-



“Well, if that’s the case I think I may be able to help you, we found something in the Southern pyramid, though it’ll have to wait until the storm passes.”



“You know anything missy?” O’Neill asked Shau’re his tone neutral while Daniel moved to ask him what he meant by that. Shau’re shook her head “Only more conjecture, it wouldn’t help you, I think conjecture is what got us here. “



“We were just about to sit down for our evening meal if you’d like to join us?” Jackson offered and O’Neill was more than happy to oblige. Dinner had been more of those lizard lobster things, but this time cooked in a sauce made from those weird tomato looking fruits that grew underground in the Nagada oasis. It tasted surprisingly more like barbeque sauce than what he expected from space tomatoes, but the highlight of the evening was the liquor Skara had begun to distil based on Jackson’s description of bourbon. The only person who was able to handle shotgunning a glass without flinching besides himself was Carter and O’Neill gave the lunatic nerd a nod of respect. And when the night wound down, it was early morning before one of Junior Marines came in to let Jackson know the storm had passed. “Good, this thing doesn’t work well in storms at least according to the manual”



“Manual? Thing?” O’Neill asked. His team had barely finished exploring the front pyramid the last time they were here; six days and it was the size of a small mountain and the other pyramids? They’d managed to examine the courtyard and the second pyramid but given the sheer size of the entire complex it took seven hours to walk the whole complex. “Did you ever end up seeing snow ontop of the pyramids?” O’Neill asked absent mindedly, prompting Doc Carter if they were truly that big, which caused Lahm and Shau’re to nod emphatically.



“I’ll remain here with Shau’re while we escort Doctor Lahm around to find some samples of the local wildlife” Ferretti offered. Skara and Shau’re both agreed to stay as well, with Shau’re telling Lahm that she believed a particular plant would suit her world nicely. O’Neill gave a nod of his head “Then Kowalski stick with them, make sure our marines are protection detail for our VIP’s” he said gesturing to Shau’re and Skara. “Jackson, Doc Carter.”



“With you, yeah we know.” Sam said with her usual smile, one that was a mix of adorable and nerve wracking. It was hard to doubt her smarts and her courage, so far, she’d handled being on another world like a pro but that half crazed grin always made him wonder. “Personally, I’m fascinated by everything and I can see why Caro wants to look around at the plants. I’ve seen at least three instances of plants that seem to generate electricity and another that seemed like it was doubling as an insulin shot and that was just from what I observed in the water gardens at the Gate Room and during dinner.”



“Electrical plants? Are a good thing?” O’Neill asked, immediately regretting it when Carter nodded enthusiastically and launched into an explanation as to why that caused his eyes to glaze over until she sighed and settled for saying “Lightning tree good, make power cheaper, make life cheaper, help settle pollution problems.”



“Thank you!” O’Neill beamed as the group made their way down another hallway through the pyramid, with “torch lights” that flickered on, presaging their approach.



“So, Jackson, how’d you and Shau’re meet?” Sam asked her eyes on the sudden appearances of murals carved out of light depicting beast men at war with a race of tall knight looking men with hammers. Others depicted, gentle fairy like people who reached out with their minds and made war on Ra in battles of illusion and trickery or debate and pleas. -The casualness of all this high tech is the most interesting part- She thought. It was all used for ceremonial purposes and yet, it felt like it wasn’t special as if the technology was a commonplace every day thing.



“Well, she followed me into a sort of cleansing room when I tried to write, see religious texts, lore and anything not mathematics was prohibited to these people by Ra. I struggled to learn the nuances of the Abydonian language, and she was so intuitive, together we learned how to read it and she helped me figure out how to speak it. After that, we sort of fell in love, she kind of claimed me as her consort..funnily enough.”



That caused Carter to chuckle as they moved into a hallway that ended in a room that had nothing but another doorway and an immense mirror on the other side. “We found this room about a year ago.” Jackson said pointing at the hieroglyphs around the mirror. “A doorway, it says from one temple to the next.”



“It’s a mirror Jackson” O’Neill remarked quirking his head. “Well, an impressive mirror” He had to admit, the clear crystal was so perfect Jack thought he was looking at high some, res recording of his group.



“Yes but.” Jackson walked forward and touched one of the hieroglyphs on the lefthand side of the mirror. The mirror shifted, their reflections gone as it seemed to liquify and in their place a hallway into an interior that was dark green to contrast the indigo of the main pyramid. “Oh so that one’s green and the other is red” O’Neill said remembering that Brown had told him the pyramids were color coded.



“Yeah, I don’t know why that is” Jackson admitted before motioning to Carter. “Doctor Carter, I figured you would enjoy being the first person through.”



“I would!” she said with a smile that seemed to reach her ears. Through one looking glass and then another, Samantha Carter stepped through, her skin prickling at the cool sensation of the glass and the world shifting as she seemed to “sink” into the glass on the other side.



Once there, Carter realized they were inside not a hall of the same size as the one they departed but an immense room in an eerily hollow pyramid. Enormous statues flanked each corner, a mighty Cobra like alien made of gold and a pink gem she couldn’t identify curled around the statue of some sort of humanoid whose hand was extended in prayer. The snake sank its fangs into the throat of the humanoid. The second was a mighty Jackal headed man, his posture erect, perfectly rigid, armored and made of a deep black stone and gold and emeralds, the third could only have been Ra for his immense form sat at the center of an orrery made of holograms and floating globes, seated like a mighty king, directing the other two.



Everywhere around her were obelisks made of a Naquadah-diamond hybrid, covered with symbols, the walls were likely covered and after squinting in the semi dark she realized what she was seeing.



A repository, a map of their ancient empire.



The phone book her team spent five years searching for.



Holy, Hannah!”
 
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The Immortal Watch Dog

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Well, it's been a little too long hasn't it? Almost Two weeks. I apologize for that, if anyone still gives a fuck about this story I'll be back in action!

Our nerds decipher some of the riddles of the pyramid and Ferretti does something awesome.

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“So, this is, this is real!?” Carter murmured, standing in place, and seemingly swiveling on her legs from side to side reminding Daniel Jackson of a Stork. “No, the truth is you’re back on earth in the same loony bin you’ve been in since you built that mockup of Castle Bravo back in ’01.”



“Two thousand and two; sir.” Sam corrected with a laugh, she didn’t mind the maniac jokes, everyone called her crazy, except for the two Admirals. But only Colonels Kowalski and O’Neill had the courage to make crazy jokes to her face and she didn’t miss the endearment in the voice of one or the lack of any hidden meaning beyond your usual hazing of a new teammate in the other. “And I don’t know sir, my hallucinations usually involve carebears that make mushroom clouds.”



Jackson laughed at that. Looking around the expansive room, eying the markings that glinted in the dark. Above them a great banner seemed to materialize out into the center of the gigantic hollow pyramid. “Our local galactic cluster” Jackson said gesturing towards the vast map.



Immense holographic pillars appeared flanking the banner which slowly transformed into a gigantic oval mirror, the map of the Galactic cluster began to remind Jackson of old nautical maps, each with lines that reminded him of latitude and longitude, well-traveled routes. The Orange seemed to represent one power, the sole power until a small cluster of purple appeared near earth. “Amazing, is this a holographic map of Ra’s domain?”



“If it is, it’s shitty, half of it is in another Galaxy and far away from the other half, cut himself off” O’Neill remarked, but somehow, he didn’t think that was a correct assessment. He knew the old bastard, prideful, vain, and arrogant as he was, Jack didn’t think he’d pitch his tent in such a haphazard way.



“I don’t know” Jackson admitted “I’ve never seen this before but I’m assuming it activated because it detected your comm devices or some of the cameras you brought along.” Jackson was going to elaborate further but something shifted, a small white dot appeared somewhere in the heart of the milky way and then it began to branch out, moving forward blotting out the orange wherever they clashed with it. The white grew, soon blue and green lines streaked through the remaining orange. O’Neill saw the pillars shift and hammers appeared on the “stone” as if it was starting to lay out belligerents. The map slowly shifted, white replacing the orange over time, the blue lines were depicted scattering and regions of the map burned only to be repaired again.





The edge of the map depicted some sort of demonic giant marching beside an old man with one eye made of silver with a spear thrusting as the map shuddered, regions shifted, names that Daniel couldn’t make heads or tails of faded, replacing by names he recognized albeit spelt differently. A holographic jackal smote the giant demon and the one eyed metal man yielded to the banishing wings of the falcon Horus who was commanded by Ra who sat like a Buddha, his hand raised in banishment.



O’Neill suppressed a shudder, fucking Ra. “So, this is the old bastard’s life story.”



“More like, a depiction of the rise of his empire.” The map shifted to the lesser Magellanic cloud. It was pure green, perhaps the enemies who sided with the orange hailed from there? A jackal and a Cobra attacked green; fires were depicted as raging across the stars before the map faded away. “So, Ra annihilated the green guys?” Jack asked, not really wanting to think about the logistics of invading another Galaxy.



“Eradicated or conquered, it could be either. We’re meant to believe it, but if its true?” Jackson gave a noncommittal shrug. “We’re beyond the science of my field and well into speculation. So I got no clue sir.”



“I think the Colonel might be right.” Carter whispered from her position beside one of the Obelisks. “These images are all gate coordinates, we have to assume they were either conquered or settled before the gates were put there..” She rose up and continued to walk around, snapping pictures. Pausing to see if she recognized a constellation or no. “You thought the symbols on the gate represented constellations. I don’t think they do, because we tried a bunch of different addresses our computers generated based on extrapolating which constellations match the symbols and even accounting.”





“So, most of these addresses are inaccessible?”O’Neill asked, cutting her off before she got into one of her nerdy rants. Hoping, that Ra’s holdings were either abandoned or destroyed and the threat of this Empire of the space kings and body thieves.



“Well, we assumed the gates must have a way of compensating for things like stellar drift, maybe they’re all connected to a network or something. Like a cosmic wi-fi connection. I wouldn’t be surprised if our gate and the Abydos Gate just haven’t received an update because neither were used in so long.” Carter answered between clicks on her camera while a second body camera recorded every wall, she put her head against. “Sir we need to establish a more detailed presence on Abydos. Beyond the pharma and minerals, these pyramids are a gold mine in material sciences, addresses and..”



They all paused.



The map shifted, the green gone, the hammer dudes were barely holding on and the last of the Orange was being encircled, when suddenly all movement stopped. A part of the map, a tiny white dot vanished, new pieces appeared. And the war shifted, something dark and terrible blanketed half the map only to gradually be banished by Ra. Things resumed apace and eventually the orange was completely devoured. The map faded, semi-darkness returned to the great pyramid but at the center a new obelisk appeared, one that seemed to be made of a white metal with veins of Naquadah running through it, each hieroglyph carved in a precious gem, either emeralds, jade, or sapphires. “Huh, didn’t hear that pop out of the ground.” O’Neill said, noting the air grew colder around the obelisk more of that “sucks all the energy out of everything” stone? “Jackson, what’s it say?”





Daniel walked forward, eying the inscriptions, the hieroglyphs were different from the ones within Nagada which were close enough to Egyptian for him to understand without scrutiny. He’d encountered this before in the Green pyramid, hidden in depths. It had taken Jackson the better part of six months to translate those. “I found hieroglyphs like this in the green pyramid, took me forever to translate them. It wasn’t until Shau’re pointed out how some of the words were similar but written as strangely as I had spoken at the beginning that I realized I was looking at the alien equivalent of old English.”



“So, this is Space Shakespeare then?” O’Neill asked gawking at the obelisk as if he was suddenly near something venomous. Behind him Carter stifled a laugh as Jackson nodded. “umm it says…”



In the year 19,375 of the Second Dynasty, I Yu; The golden! artificer of his eminence Ra; do lay down the great directory, that which is both map and list of the worlds that do makeup the length and breadth of the Empire of the System lords. It shall remain as it is, never to grow with our grand expansion. To stand as a monument to our imperial power in this era, to measure against the archive upon Dakkara, to remember how far we have come. So that others may know, how far we shall go.”



There was an uncomfortable silence, that followed the holographic depiction above and the sheer vastness of the pyramid. The implications for the sheer size of Ra’s empire was maddening and chilled the colonel to the bone. -We fucked up, we fucked up bad-. After a few seconds O’Neill turned to Carter “Doc, how many addresses do you think are here in this room?”





“umm, I don’t know, maybe a hundred thousand, maybe more. But-but that doesn’t mean this represents the full measure of their territory sir. A lot of these could just be worlds they visited.” She muttered, rather unsure of herself.



“Uh-huh visited but didn’t bother to settle. They were just kind enough to drop a Stargate” O’Neill asked sarcastically.



“Well, in fairness sir, the United States doesn’t deposit military bases in every country it does business with” Carter countered, her eyes shifting across the vastness of it all. “The inscription this is all theirs, but you guys made note of how arrogant Ra seemed and how bitter. Maybe his Empire balkanized? We might not be in danger, hell sir there’s no reason to assume that Ra’s people would even see us as a threat! What if they just end up wanting to sell us stuff.”





O’Neill gawked at her as if she’d grown a second head. “Doc, we blew the fuck out of their space Caesar! We may as well be seen as the worst terrorists in the universe, how would it be reasonable to assume they’d wanna do anything but shoot us on sight?!” O’Neill asked, or worse, he’d seen enough of Ra’s hatred to realize if his people were anything like him, they could expect a terrible end.



“Well, that’s the point isn’t it Sir?” Carter answered with a shrug “Maybe we did them a favor, maybe they have no idea that we did it. Maybe just”



“They can read minds Doctor Carter.” Jackson remarked “At least Ra could, if others can as well then there’s no way they wouldn’t find out and then we’re in trouble. But you’re in trouble any way.”



O’Neill nodded; Jackson had a point there. Their mission was to retrieve Jackson to try and figure out where Hammond’s missing Marine was taken and how to retrieve her if possible. No matter what, they were going out there and he doubted he’d be able to talk Hammond down. Even if they presented him with this..information. It seemed like the Government wanted them out in the stars by what O’Neill could read inbetween the lines and he had a feeling they were expecting something like this for a good while even while they denied it. -What the hell’s been going on back home- he thought.





“Alright, continue documentation here and finish up in half an hour and then we’ll head back. Daniel, I’d like for you, Shau’re and Skara to come with us. I want Abydos represented and Hammond should know we’ll have allies here and future trading partners.”



And a potential place to strike from on any less than savory missions, Jackson thought somewhat upset at the prospect of his new home being used as a sort of meat shield for Earth. Not that Jack would allow that if he could help it, the affection the Colonel held for Abydos was plain as day for anyone with eyes.



“It may be better for Skara to appoint a go between, Kasuf sort of became the planetary Governor of Abydos, when the city and farm masters decided to just continue the old system but with a rebrand.” Daniel put in.



“And two members of the new royal family being away from home in unknown territory even an ally isn’t wise gotcha” O’Neill nodded.



“Actually sir, three” Carter put in slapping Daniel on the chest “Prince Daniel here is husband and consort to Lady Shau’re after all!” She said in a hazing tone, her eyes filled with amusement which evolved into laughter when Jackson groaned. “He’s never going to let me live that down now”



“Prince Daniel? So, I guess a few thousand years from now people will be gawking at your mummy huh?”



“Don’t remind me.” Daniel groaned; he really didn’t like the reverence that he’d received since the ousting of Ra five years ago.



“Well, your majesty. If you’d be so kind as to assist Doctor Carter so we can get back.” Jack remarked. Wondering which of the Junior Marines would be asked to accompany Shau’re and Jackson back through the gate.


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Main Pyramid.





“So. wait, you guys have underwater horse elephants with six leg-flipper things?” One of the Space Force Marines, asked.



The youngest guard, who had almost protested the assignment of Gate duty when he learned the Tau’Ri” had brought new munitions with them. He wanted to go into the deep desert and hunt the sand wolves, the ambush predators that Tau’Ri had done battle with on their first mission. His protestations stopped when he realized it was as much part honor guard duty as anything else and he had enjoyed the responsibility. Besides, Sanders and Beckett as he learned they were called had been good company. They were ten years older than he and had interesting experience in combat on their world. Jungles were something that was said to exist in the far north of the mother continent. Some vast forests in the new lands settled by those who had left around the time of Sobek and the few that returned spoke of a coldness that lasted months as opposed to merely the evenings.



But oceans of frozen water far as the eye could, see? That beggared the imagination! “Indeed, I am told the ancestors of the Mastages hail from your world. Perhaps, you’ve got your own variant?” he queried.



“Well, there are Walrus’ and Manatees and Elephant seals, but we don’t domesticate them for work. Elephant seals are too violent, Walruses as always and Manatees are too rare, gentle and stupid. Our ships were driven by men with oars and by wind. Then by fire and boiling water, then by electricity and dead flesh and now, finally by nuclear power..errr..small stars” Sanders explained. He was the older of the two marines and the more knowledgeable of the pair, far more eager to talk than Beckett, who was no less congenial.



“Ah, like the device the O’Neill God-killer used to destroy Ra?” The boy Sureth asked.



“Yes, precisely, only instead of exploding, we use its terrible heat to generate electricity via the boiling of water” Sanders said nodding his head. That was supposed to be the difference between regular marines and the Space Force Marine Detachment. Not just the deadliest killers on the earth and in the heavens but the smartest.



“Giving away state secrets there ehh?” Ferretti’s voice boomed from corridor, behind him Shau’re laughed lightly as both the marines and the members of the Abydonian defense force stood erect. “MARHSALL SIR!” Sareth called, throwing up a salute.



“At ease warrior” Ferretti said, his hands folded behind his back a look of amusement in his eyes as the USSF Marines rolled their eyes. “I once was an earth man y’know, can’t say I approve”



“Shall I imprison them sir?” Sareth asked innocently causing Ferretti to howl with laughter. “No warrior…actually..wait..on second thought lets scourge them in public and hang them for dishonoring their masters our allies”



“Harr harr Sir” Sanders remarked reaching out to shake Ferretti’s hand. The two had served together briefly seven years prior, Beckett who looked pale began to relax.



“You’re cruel!” Skara remarked walking up with a group of marines. “We came to keep them company, Gate duty can be rather boring. Nothing happens there after”



The ground trembled slightly.



Lights on the gate flickered.



“Hammond?” Skara asked, a slight edge in his tone. Though he suspected it was likely their escorts (As Kowalski had just radioed back to let them know they’d be bringing official delegates of Nagada). Allegedly this Admiral Hammond had planned to step through the gate himself to escort them through. Skara looked forward to meeting the man who even O’Neill described as a great man.





“No, he said he wouldn’t be here fore another two hours” Ferretti snapped his fingers, his boys darted into the darker parts of the chamber and he eyed Sanders and Beckett “follow their lead.”



Someone ran up to Ferretti with one of the staff weapons taken from after the battle with Ra. Ferretti grasped it and slunk backwards. “Take Shau’re and go” he whispered to Skara.



Shau’re shook her head. “No, my place is here.”



“Shau’re!” Ferretti hissed as the final symbol locked into place.



The twist of the vortex, the roar of the aperture.



What looked like a bejeweled Ostrich egg tumbled into the room, Beckett thought it might have been similar to the scanning device described in the assault on the SGC. He found out, much to his horror how wrong he was when a wave of energy roared into being that launched him against the wall. A violent screeching sound disoriented everyone, Shau’re fell to the ground clutching her ears, Sanders nearly vomited in his helmet and Ferretti opened fire on the orb which exploded in an array of sparks that were absorbed by the walls.



Seconds later an enormous bolt of crimson energy left gate and tore down the hallway, impacting somewhere within. The explosion rattled Beckett’s teeth and caused the entire passage and ceiling above to seemingly lurch. A second later, he heard someone shout “They’ve got fucking artillery lasers?!”



Someone else cursed, but it wasn’t one of his men nor the desert boys for it was in a raspy, cruel and metallic voice. Something slammed into his side and Beckett opened fire, the next generation weapons and their ammunition seemed to do a better job than the stuff the marines that fought off the attackers on earth had because he could see a man in dark leather like get up with a bronze-colored serpent’s head endure the storm of bullets for a second before his armor was shredded and bits of him came loose.





That was when Beckett began to feel like he was lightheaded. He reached down and felt his torso, ribs? Not broken? No puncture wounds on the sternum, down near his left hip, he reached for what Hammond called “Dough boy love handles” and felt a gaping hole where his kidney and part of his stomach used to be.



Oh, that was why.



Beckett passed out as Shau’re ran over to him, grabbing his rifle.



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“Majesty! Wait, reports from the other side indicate that the Tau’Ri have new weaponry, weaponry that is more effective against our armor” Teal’c did his best to keep his voice calm and measured. He’d never not in nearly two centuries of life, ever really hated himself. But here? And now? Standing at the front of the Chappa’ai like some thug from the Lucian Alliance trafficking hosts for the lowest breed of Goa’uld that they might try and touch their betters? Teal’c felt low, upon seeing his master pace along the gate ramp like some caged racing steed all but biting at his own cheeks with anticipation; Teal’c felt shattered….





-I prayed to you once- Teal’c thought bitterly. Back when he was young enough to see the System Lords not as beings of immense power, perhaps god like power but literal gods. Back when the Titan had exiled his father and they were without a home and he had seen Apophis for the first time. Gallant, noble and laying low a dozen of his own Jaffa in duels only to laugh and help them up.



Kronos had been cruel, vicious, haggard and bloated. A living carcass of a System Lord, hateful and tyrannical and he mistreated his Jaffa as much as he abused his own subjects. Apophis, for one glorious moment had everything a Jaffa could ask for in a master, in a lord and in a god. And now? He was watching the man he idolized, on the eve of what might be the bloodiest war the universe would ever see pace like a human junky on some “developed” world’s streets.



Teal’c waited, for it seemed as though Apophis hadn’t heard him, and he moved to speak again before his lord waved him off. “Ah but Teal’c that only makes things more interesting!” Teal’c hadn’t bothered to ascertain if the weapons fire was Abydonian in design and if they were chasing phantoms. It was obvious that, such a backwater couldn’t manufacture such weapons, once perhaps but when Lantesh was razed.



-More interesting? Are you so bored with life that you wish to risk being torn to pieces by crude projectiles for a little amusement? Are we nothing to you?!- Teal’c wanted to shout, gnash his teeth, anything. System Lords were powerful, dangerous and if they had time to react, nearly unkillable but they were still susceptible to ambushes even though Teal’c knew of none save Prometheus that had been killed in such a manner. Well, until Tau’Ri terrorists blew up Ra, killed the Godhead, the being even Teal’c thought to be beyond death.



Apophis set a hand on Teal’c shoulder. “Come! Come Teal’c! We shall avenge Ra! And cement the house of Tartarus as the true power in the Empire!” He flashed a manic smile before pulling away from Teal’c, taking in a deep breath. Eyes wild with anticipation, waiting only long enough for Teal’c to step through before him as was proper.



The pair emerged on the other side with six of the Serpent Lord’s honor guard into a cacophony of violence. Bullets and energy blasts racing around the room, either impacting and being absorbed by the walls or else ricocheting and proving to be a hazard to friend and foe alike. A bullet glanced off the silver-colored officers Serpent helm Teal’c wore, and he aimed his staff weapon above Apophis who dove to the ground. The two fired almost simultaneously and a young Abydonian near one of the Tau’Ri warriors was turned into little more than a pair of legs and a head which had smashed into a column behind him. A young Abydonian female near a partially disemboweled Tau’Ri managed to fire one of different weapons of Tau’Ri make at the staff of Sak’ro a young Jaffa of nineteen whom Teal’c had trained since childhood to be among the Serpent Lords honor guard. The bullet must have contained or been encased in some sort of accelerant for when it by chance hit the focusing prism in barrel of the staff’s cannon, the resulting mix of plasma and whatever substance was within the projectile exploded and Teal’c saw part of the shaft bury itself in the torso of the young Jaffa whose arm was little more than a smoldering stump.



He saw blue liquid ooze out of Sak’ro’s back and quickly turned firing a staff bolt at him before the room could be filled with his screams, before he could die the most undignified of deaths. Apophis turned on Teal’c eyes narrowing “Those barbarians know to target the pouch!?” His voice, that chorus of the consumed which all System Lords spoke with roared above the fray and Teal’c shook his head. “No Majesty! I believe it was merely poor luck!”



“I had to ask! Any maniac fool enough to turn an imperial temple into a shooting gallery is capable of anything!” Apophis laughed and rose from his position beneath Teal’c and rose wading into the din of battle.



Teal’c supposed it was fortunate no System Lord ever claimed to be prescient, even though Hathor was said to possess the power of oracular sight. The complete lack of self-awareness Apophis had just displayed would be enough to make any Lotar or subject of the empire renounce their worship. Then again on many primitive worlds on the periphery of the empire savages worshipped rocks, or dirt or stars or moon or sun or rivers or the storms of their worlds. Fickle Gods, immensely powerful and unreachable, it was an apt fit for his master on most days. Today, he was both the fickle god of feral beast men and the mighty war god of the imperial religion. A quick blow from a staff weapon delivered by Apophis nearly cleaved a youth of Abydos in half for all the violence of the impact. His master was now weaving between projectiles and shattering bone with an energy weapon he seemed to prefer to wield like a combat baton.



These men of Tau’Ri these “mureens” were killing Jaffa Teal’c had known for decades, fighting far better and far more organized than those in the Tau’Ri facility, their allies with the madness of men and women defending their homes though most were still children. They were losing, but the losses inflicted on his own warriors were enough that Teal’c would have ordered a retreat had he not known Apophis would kill him where he stood for daring to deny him his indulgence. Apophis was a remarkable warrior in his own right and soon the Jaffa were rallying beside him when what looked like a crude pickaxe hurled by the largest human Teal’c had ever seen smashed into the armored torso of Apophis with enough violence that it simply bounced off the metal it couldn’t penetrate.



Iron and wood snapped, there was a grunt and Teal’c noticed his Lord had taken a blow to the right eyebrow and left lower jaw and he saw the din of battle die as everyone saw the Serpent Lord fall. Jaffa horrified, Abydonians hopeful and the surviving Tau’Ri simply confused as to why everyone stopped.



Fools, was it not obvious?



A god had just fallen.



Or had he?



The shadow of Ferretti loomed over Apophis for a second before Teal’c turned on his heels and aimed his weapon for the mammoth of a human’s chest.



“KREE-JAFFA!!!”



The order robbed everyone of fight, Tau’Ri, Jaffa, Abydonian like. The deep rumbling, other worldly voice of the System Lords, the psychic command to stay their hands had overwhelmed everyone.



Everyone, except the young woman, the Tau’Ri giant and the giant’s second whom Teal’c would later learn was called Skara.



-You should have been weaker, now he will want you for more than just momentary amusement- Teal’c realized with dread.



Apophis rose, his full height a head above Ferretti though he was lankier in form. “Ve…rhhmm..rmmmhh..Ah..Veery..Good!” Apophis nodded, his English mangled.



“Been inside the heads of many Americans?” Ferretti asked with a vicious grin. He’d set aside his pistol; his rifle had run out of ammo and then been melted by a stray plasma bolt. Armed with only a knife and axe the giant intended to face Apophis.



“No, but..my..” he allowed the words to come into his mind, touching every so slightly on the mind of the one surviving marine whose eyes seemed to flicker with alarm at the bizarre sensation Ferretti knew only too well.



“Son has, you’ll have to give me a moment Tau’Ri I was never one for telepathy. It’s a coward’s weapon, but it is useful in learning languages. My dear boy, showed me a home made codex of your language that one..the..Jensen? On the floor there with the half-melted face. He is helping me as best we can to polish it.” Apophis cracked his knuckles then with a heave rotated his shoulders and cracked his neck.





“Yeah, the other guy learned English by screwing with my brain. I don’t think he liked how I spoke though. Y’know the jackass twink with the armored skin? Long hair, sun god.”



Several Jaffa cursed; they didn’t need to know the language but the tone that was being taken against their master disgusted them. For his part though Apophis laughed uproariously even as he probed Ferretti’s mind for the definition of the word Twink (He’d apparently conditioned himself well in the last five years, it was the wrong conditioning to avoid mental intrusion, but it wasn’t bad. So, Apophis honored with a “knock” and was rewarded with a mental image he found amusing).





“My brother-in-law was a great ruler, but he was no leader nor warrior. He forgot that one cannot simply call oneself a god, but one must prove it and earn it.” Apophis held up a clenched fist, his eyes brimming with madness, while Teal’c had to struggle not to shake his head at how flippant Apophis was being with his “godhood”.



“Do you understand this Tau’Ri?”





The giant to Teal’c, had the look of a man who knew he was likely going to die, but he also had the look of a man who was intent on buying as much time as possible for reinforcements to arrive and when he motioned to Apophis to warn him, the Serpent shook his head.





“Well enough, well enough…What’s your name body snatcher?”



That insult, Teal’c needed no translation for, his eyes accused “thief!” was screaming from the Tau’Ri’s body language as well. No Goa’uld alive would allow such an insult to go without punishment and Bra’tac said the closest Ra came to ever going mad with bloodlust was when Cronus had accused him of such.



“I Am ankhsu-Apophis son of Tartarus and Neith, Lord of war, king of combat! Master of the largest domain of the System lords! The Spear of Ra and master of the fleet of a million ships!” Apophis voice roared around the vastness of the room, many presents might have sworn they’d heard the cry of battle, of the voices of soldiers spanning tens of millennia, the subtle “inflections” in the voice of the system lord filling the minds of those present with the anticipation of bloodshed.



“I’m Major Ferretti, Marshal of the Abydonian militia, son of a bitch, son of no one born in Brooklyn!” Ferretti stepped forward cracking his neck. This shit was unreal, completely unreal. The moron stopped the whole battle just to pick a fight with him? His eyes flickered back to Skara who nodded.



As soon as Apophis dropped him, they’d drop led.



“If I’m gonna kill a god, what promises do I have that your men won’t kill me hmm?”



Apophis who had been laughing at Ferretti’s irreverent introduction grinned a malevolent grin. “My word, my divine will! Should you defeat me or even die with honor! My Jaffa shall leave Abydos forever more! Truth be told, I’m not supposed to be here…I’m breaking into my sister’s territory without permission!” his manic laughter caught Ferretti off guard for a second -Damn, this dude’s batshit-



Apophis turned to Teal’c and speaking in the offshoot language of their region and not imperial standard he ordered that Teal’c slaughter everyone present as soon as he killed the Tau’Ri war leader.



Teal’c almost paled, his eyes flickering in momentary shame. True enough, while Jaffa of any System Lord had leave to enter and enforce laws in the territory of any other. It was still expected of them to notify the local primes, if a fugitive or pirate group was large enough to notify that domain’s first Prime or a planetary lord then all actions had to be undertaken jointly and while it wasn’t illegal, no System Lord ever entered the domains of another save by leave of that system lord. To do otherwise was seen as a gross insult and breach of protocol, one that had happened since the mad titan invaded Haqet’s holdings at the start of his rebellion. But now, Apophis was asking Teal’c to not only disrespect Hathor but to dishonor himself? “You would have me..violate your divine mandate majesty?” Teal’c asked horrified.



Apophis waved him off “Oh my dear Teal’c, how you worry. I shall absolve you and pardon you, after all. You’re worth more to me than this entire planet and all its denizens!”



Teal’c steeled himself nodding and perhaps compelled by the memory of the God Teal’c respected and admired, perhaps even loved. He withdrew a long dagger with a bone handle, the blade was black as knight save for soft sparkle like patterns of Naduadriah a rarer and far more unstable and valuable variant of Naquadah. “May I request that you face and defeat the first prime of Abydos with the blade of your first prime?” -please my lord, see reason! The raid here is enough to censor you, don’t engage in an atrocity that will sully us all please!-



For a moment Apophis seemed genuinely touched, he took the blade in hand his eyes searching the blade pattern, his heart searching his memories. “This was your fathers was it not my boy?” Apophis asked. “I slew Cronus with it and in doing so, avenged him didn’t? Yes.. Yes I did.” There may have been some of the warrior of old within, but it vanished as he handed the blade back to Teal’c.



“No” He shook his head. “That blade killed a god Teal’c, it cannot be used on this…terrorist filth. You presume too much my dear First Prime! Were I my sister I’d have you reduced to the status of a prime for such affrontery! Perhaps even castrate you for it!” Though his tone was playful, there was a hint of malice in it that Teal’c had never heard before from his master. -He’s gone- Teal’c realized -If he ever existed at all-





Apophis instead opted to slide a leather glove with the metal ribbons and Naquadah gemstone system Lords used as a focus. Teal’c understood in that moment Apophis didn’t intend to defeat this Ferretti but butcher him.







The fight commenced faster than Teal’c anticipated and to his shock it was the Tau’Ri who unleashed a hurricane of thrusts and blows with the one knife he kept on his person. Sparks flew from armor, the chamber filled with the crazed laughter of Apophis and the grunts of effort from Tau’Ri’s champion.



Blow after blow, Apophis either playfully knocked away from his person or else pivoted to allow it to glance harmlessly off an armored part of his body. At one point he side stepped Ferretti who had his arm out mid thrust the world seemed to slow to Teal’c as he could see the Serpent lord stare quizzically at the giant only for his eyes to widen in surprise when Ferretti managed to reverse his momentum and slam into Apophis’ chest with such violence he uprooted the Serpent Lord and crumbled to the floor just as Apophis collided with a column and let out a sharp intake of breath that told Teal’c a rib bone was broken.



The Cobra King’s eyes sparkled balefully, and an unhinged smile trespassed across his face as he watched Ferretti rise and rush towards him forearm and elbow digging into Apophis’ sternum, knife blade driving towards his throat. “Fuck your mother” Ferretti Spat, the sheer strength of the Tau’Ri surprising many who witnessed. Apophis for his part never seemed to lose his amused expression, even as the blade punctured a layer of skin on his throat. He’d allowed it, just enough before he began to push back slowly reversing the tide with little more than his own forearms. Ferretti was launched back but he managed to arrest his own momentum and with a flip was on his knee’s eyes frantic and searching for Apophis and barely getting his left arm up in time to block a powerful kick designed to snap his neck.



There was an audible crunching sound and then the sound flesh skittering along the floor. Ferretti was down and by the time he got up to his feet, an arm hanging almost limp at his side, the forearm and upper arm both shattered, Apophis had grabbed him by the head rammed the man’s skull into the nearest column. Blood sprayed everywhere, the violence of the blow collapsing the right eye socket. Something spluttered to the floor, a pair of molars and then a blow to the side and blood followed. Apophis yanked the heap of a man down onto his knees and grabbed a tuft of hair on his head.





His eyes flickered to Shau’re and Skara and the demoralized, horrified militia and a wolfish grin trespassed along his features. The device began to glow in his hand and…



A gun blast broke the silence.



Shau’re’s eyes were filled with venom and she’d managed to get a round off square in the Serpent Lord’s chest. Fortunately, the armor held but the second bullet that went off would have gone right through one of his eyes had he not thrown up an energy shield in time. His eyes locked with Shau’re, taking in her beauty, her defiance, her hatred.



He uttered one word.



With the blood of his Jaffa up, Teal’c couldn’t have stopped them even if he tried. They were still intoxicated by the image of their Lord fighting beside them and the audacity of these Tau’Ri radicals to fire on Apophis during a contest of strength! The sheer dishonor.



Her.



He didn’t need to utter another order. The possessiveness in his eyes said it all, he wanted that girl and anyone else strong enough to fight back.



The Serpent guard fell upon the Abydonian defenders, abandoning their staff weapons and opting to rip them apart with their bare hands for their heresies.



Teal’c thanked the stars that his Serpent helm obscured the look in his eyes and the shame on his face.



He wanted to weep, he wanted to take aim and fire at Apophis.



He wanted to hold his wife and son and forget anything else existed.



Maybe he could forget the universe and his disgrace then.
 
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Honestly, the only thing that's questionable is having the 6.8mm rounds be incendiary or whatever. As far as I know, they're only available in regular "ball" and armor piercing projectiles at the moment.
 

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Honestly, the only thing that's questionable is having the 6.8mm rounds be incendiary or whatever. As far as I know, they're only available in regular "ball" and armor piercing projectiles at the moment.

That's Teal'c making assumptions because he's never seen a slug smack into the focusing crystals in a staff weapon before. He's fought opponents who use projectile weapons before, but most of those were either cap and ball or closer to the tech we had during the first world war.

So instead of assuming the logical "flying metal bit connecting with innards of energy weapon = bad". He's assuming Tau'Ri bullets come coated in napalm 300767289228263424.png

He's just not doing good right now and they killed Ra, something everyone thought was impossible and they're an urban legend.

Homeboy's fighting Freddie Kreuger and thinking he should be with ol'burn face. Basically dudes not in the best place right now.

Sorry for not conveying that. I was trying to show how that would look from an alien POV, guess I made it look like narrative.

sorry 'bout that!

Where's the Steiner Scout Lance when you need them

Hah!
 

The Immortal Watch Dog

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A few hours later at Apophis's palace while SG-1 and company is rescuing Shau're a glorious distraction lance is doing what it does best



This is amazing..

I wish I could do something like this, but I'm not sure I could get away with it without completely departing from Canon.

Although one could argue I've already done that heckk.png

I am trying to honor SG1 though.
 

Knowledgeispower

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This is amazing..

I wish I could do something like this, but I'm not sure I could get away with it without completely departing from Canon.

Although one could argue I've already done that View attachment 646

I am trying to honor SG1 though.
Perhaps has an omake? Although how they got to the planet in question beats me since Battlemechs especially Assault Mechs are many things but being small enough to fit through a Stargate isn't exactly one of them and dropships aren't exactly equipped with FTL drives or cloaking tech
 
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The Immortal Watch Dog

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Perhaps has an omake? Although how they got to the planet in question beats me since Battlemechs especially Assault Mechs are many things but being small enough to fit through a Stargate isn't exactly one of them

I could probably do it in a flashback post, since Apophis led the first Jaffa against Ori combat drones. It might be a good way to show off that the Goa'uld weren't bastards once, with Anubis being all noble and shit. Apophis before he turned into a bored "lets beat up the known universe for the hell of it" lunatic.

I also plan to do something involving liquid metal and the Asgard, but that's for much later.
 

Knowledgeispower

Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Actually thinking about it having the SGC build a few ships akin a slightly larger Leopard class dropship equivalent(albeit one with the ability to rapid reconfigure its bays)wouldn't be a bad idea at all assuming they had a few Alkesh hyperdrives from ships too damaged to be repaired and some cloaking devices from a few Tel'taks in a similar condition. If nothing else the ability to hot drop a platoon of armor and a platoon of mechanized infantry(ie 8 bays worth of stuff as compared to normal Leopards 6) without the enemy knowing their coming would be exceedingly useful as would their ability to run a decent amount of cargo around the Milky Way without anyone else knowing about it. Honestly given the SGC and Area 51 are both full of nerds I could totally see some of them being Battletech fans and coming up with the idea
 

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