Stargate Through the Looking Glass and into Heaven.

[Harlock]

I liked it, it hits the notes of a folk saga but without artificially discarding or weakening the heroes. You just make the enemy a significant threat.
Nice to see the wide variety is story direction and focus too, really is a canvas you can paint any genre on. Was a big strength of SG and remains so here.
Good old fashioned glory and heroics, very nicely done.

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

I liked it, it hits the notes of a folk saga but without artificially discarding or weakening the heroes. You just make the enemy a significant threat.
Nice to see the wide variety is story direction and focus too, really is a canvas you can paint any genre on. Was a big strength of SG and remains so here.
Good old fashioned glory and heroics, very nicely done.

That's one thing I've never understood about the Fandom in that to me SG fics should be more common.

There's just so damn much to play with here. And you have so much room to manuevre and you can do it without diminishing either the setting or the characters.

Its a very rare setting that let's you get away with that and even rarer still a very well constructed one.

Everyone goes for Worm or GOT ignoring what a gigantic clusterfuck both settings are. When you have prime quality raw materials and a solid foundation in SG1 continuity.

 

[Spartan303]

That's one thing I've never understood about the Fandom in that to me SG fics should be more common.

There's just so damn much to play with here. And you have so much room to manuevre and you can do it without diminishing either the setting or the characters.

Its a very rare setting that let's you get away with that and even rarer still a very well constructed one.

Everyone goes for Worm or GOT ignoring what a gigantic clusterfuck both settings are. When you have prime quality raw materials and a solid foundation in SG1 continuity.

Why do you think I love Stargate so much?

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

Alright! The conclusion to Thor's Hammer has arrived...as well as some guests.

I really hope I've ended this ep on note that fits with its theme. But also does a certain someone justice!

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Asgard Protected Planet's Zone Hurot

The aftermath of the battle was shaping up to be even more contentious and dangerous than the battle itself. With the will utterly robbed from the Scarrans, people began slaughtering them with abandon until O’Neill and Daniel Jackson were able to rally most of the surviving troops present into calming the hell down. They might have been a broken people, their cause might have been on some level worthy, but they were still Scarrans and had a reputation among the stars for being a bunch of scheming, hyperviolent xenophobes who raped most Lotars for the sheer sadistic sake of it.

The fact that some of the broken bodies of abducted women were found decorating trees near the river or that none of the lizardmen bothered to really deny what was done to either them or several missing children prompted calls to simply slaughter the survivors. After all, there were only a hundred and fifty or so left by the end of it all and boy did that cost the defenders of Hurot who took something like eighty percent casualties if the sheer number of bodies that were strewn about was any indication. Thousands of warriors were strewn about, some torn to pieces, others dead with a weapon in hand and always one of a group of three or four with a single Scarran at the center.

The grizzly lizards were able to gain their revenge.

Towards the rear Rynulf sat with Syggy and Doc carter who were all sharing a horn filled with mead from a barrel that was set near the monitors. Her team of drone pilots had survived the battle largely intact, as had Major Ramirez who was probably going to end up losing his left eye which looked mashed up beyond all recognition. He was sitting next to Makepeace; both were abstaining from drink per regs that O’Neill didn’t really care to enforce and would only make a big deal if the old man decided to avoid any booze. Ecthor’s body was erect, a spear plunging into the body of a long snouted Scarran whose long spindly arms were buried elbow deep in Ecthor’s chest. A look of hatred in its dead eyes matched only by the irreverent sneering that remained etched on Ecthor’s face even after the end.

A grizzly sight, and rapidly a grizzly site as people began to pay homage to the fallen hero, chanting a hero’s dirge and clasping Teal’c or Jack himself on the back or cheering like madmen when Admiral Hammond the man who slew the King shit of all Lizardmen by blowing his snake brain out of the back of his lizard brain walked back into the main crowd gathering to celebrate both the living and the dead. Jack didn’t care about any of that, the only thing that was on his mind was his daughter and the dread that came with the thought that she didn’t make it out alive.

Fear that was put to bed when a mud-covered Petty Officer ran into his arms and muttered “dad” before realizing she’d broken protocol and pulled back to salute him sheepishly. Protocol be damned, his little girl was alive and unharmed and for that he yanked her back into a hug. “How’d it go?”

“Followed Orders sir, fell back with Prince Rynulf and by the time we got here, Ecthor and Colonel Makepeace were organizing a defense. Dozens of the Scarrans rushed us, we fought harder than they did though. I’m fine, fought beside Captain Syggy and Yarl Ecthor the whole time, well until Maugryn and Ecthor killed each other.” She answered her voice hoarse with exertion and exhaustion. The adrenaline was wearing off, battle fatigue was setting in and Jack suspected that was the only reason they hadn’t simply begun slaughtering the broken Scarrans and other lizard dudes the moment that the dust settled.

Well, settled was an odd way of putting it. The skies were still angry with debris and violent lightning storms. Wait, did Sandy say dead lizard number 2345 was named Maugryn? “How d’ya know its name?”

“Prince Rynulf told me, Maugryn was a commander in their version of the secret service and was pretty well known and I guess Ecthor pretended to be his friend and killed one of his kids or something. The prince wasn’t big on the details, but I get the impression the whole affair disgusted him.” She answered slumped against her father more than his kid probably wanted but to hell with decorum. They survived hell and his entire team was intact, hell the SGC didn’t seem to lose anyone that he could tell.

That was something he didn’t expect. And he suspected the only reason why they hadn’t taken any casualties was because the Scarrans hadn’t shown up armored or armed because if they had everyone here would be massacred. -They might be a third rate power by the standards of the snakes, but even a third rate power out here makes us look like a bunch of island cannibals scratching at the wreck of an airplane.- “I can’t blame him, what his great grandpa authorized was fucking scummy.”

She nodded. “That’s…I know our duty’s to the US and to safeguarding Earth sir, but if it weren’t for Rynulf and some of the others, I’d question my willingness to serve if we’re getting into bed with people like this.” She whispered that last part sounding a lot more like a hurt child than she probably intended. Not that he could blame her, cold war politics were always confusing to him when he was her age, and they were confusing now even as a fifty something year old veteran. Add in space aliens, lizardmen, ancient warriors and telepathic snakes and well. “We serve and at the end of the day we go home to those we love kid.”

She smiled a tired smile. “Is that how you and grandpa did it?”

“And your great grandpa, and his dad, yep.”

She nodded. “Rynulf wants me to stay as an atache to-“ “oh ho hell no.” Jack answered with a protective glare. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

She laughed. “It’s not like that, he was impressed with my fighting spirit or so he says, I’m sure it’s also that but you didn’t raise no fool pops no worries.”

Oh, Thank God, Jack thought. Because at that age if it had been a space princess, he’d have probably accepted no matter what damage it might or might not have done to his career. “Well, you’re smarter than me. Don’t get too cocky though, that ain’t saying much.”

She swatted at her father playfully before Carter interrupted them to punch Jack on the shoulder and an inquiry into how he was doing. “Alright, it was a decent scrape and we mostly got lucky your bomb killed most of their forces and axed most of their guns.”

Carter grinned “Glad you appreciate my handywork! Though I agree, Ambassador Xoltec was telling me they use some kind of oil as an ignition source for their plasma weapons. I didn’t expect the explosion to be as big as it was, I think sir I must have detonated a munitions store or something which would explain it.” She looked tired, she sounded more than a little drunk and Jack was once again made aware of the fact that he and Teal’c were really the only military people on his team. Luckily, she wasn’t a bloody mess though, Carter had a nasty habit of mixing it up with people several times stronger than her and getting stabbed or shot or set on fire for her trouble. His mind wandered back to the horrific scene after she attempted to blast Horus to Kingdom come. All that flesh melted off, the bone fused with fabric, and he suppressed a shudder.

Yeah, he admired her handiwork, if it wasn’t for her homemade nuke there was a good chance, they’d all be dead right now. Even if they did manage to kill armed Scarrans, fighting yeehaw at full capacity would have ended with everyone in the dirt and yeehaw dancing over their graves. “Admiral Hammond took out Yeehaw by the way.” O’Neill responded, unlike him the old Admiral didn’t have fairy powers making him younger or anything. Nah George Hammond laid a gigantic lizard king terrorist shitheel low all on his own. “Coolest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Double headshot, through the mouth.”

“Just like I wanted to do with Horus damn..” Carter muttered before hastily adding that she was glad she didn’t get a chance to try, and multi-head shot the Prince of the Snakes. Despite herself, looking back she found she actually admired him. He didn’t dismiss her as just some crazed Geek but a warrior as much as she was a scientist and wanted to give her a soldier’s funeral. It was touching, especially given how vicious she had been towards him in that fight. He still scared the hell out of her, but she was moved by the gesture and made a mental note to thank him one day if they ever met on the field as allies instead of enemies. “Kinda glad you didn’t as well since you guys would probably be dead.” Sandra muttered.

Whatever revelry was about to continue was broken by Daniel who began to call for both Jack and the Admiral. “Jack! Apparently, a group of two hundred suicidal Sleestak led by several Scarran breached the Wyryn, they’re all dead but the Scarran commanders killed Hethrir!”

Oh shit.

Yeah, the mode almost instantly changed, and O’Neill looked to Hammond who gave him a subtle shake of his head. “We can’t risk it.”

“Admiral Sir with respect they’re going to massacre the Scarrans.”

“They were probably going to do that already.” Carter grumbled, her eyes grim and full of contempt “Fuck all sides of this conflict sir, if they wanna act like a bunch of despicable cowards because a bunch of rapist geckos managed to get some vengeance of their own for the murder of their kids then whatever, let ‘em Sir. We’re just here to buy their Trinium and leave.”

“Sirs we can’t” Daniel responded in alarm. “They might come from a repressive Government, but Teal’c's family made that Government pay. These people didn’t do anything! All they’re guilty of is trusting the nobles of Hurot with the safety of their children.”

Carter frowned, recoiling slightly at her own harshness and Hammond looked from her to the two O’Neill’s before he nodded his bald head slowly. “He’s right, maybe we need Trinium but we’ve let enough war crimes go on under our watch on this trip…Jack, Teal’c.”

“Gladly Admiral.” The Jaffa remarked firing his staff in the air, the bright burst of green energy roaring into the skies producing an effect louder than the thunder raging overhead. “PEOPLE OF HUROT!” Teal’c began loudly in Aejir. “None here understand better than I your hatred of the former Scarran Empire but consider this. The forces of Apophis broke their fleets and scattered their armies! The Peacekeepers came in force and laid siege to their already ruined worlds and burnt their Capitol world to a cinder, they are a conquered people and you bested them now twice over! Taint not what little honor your King held by humiliating a people you betrayed and extorted whose sole crime in this instance was turning to a blood traitor and a terrorist in their desperation.”

“Hethrir was a great King! He built an empire out of feuding tribes and islands filled with heretics and brigands!” called a warrior of the Wyryn guard. “Let us humiliate them in his honor! A third time! A final time! Let us be rid of these reprobates!”

“To what end?!” O’Neill called out loudly, his voice silencing the murmurs of agreement. Jackson began to translate for him. “O’Neill God Slayer asks you to what end? Your leaders committed a grave act of dishonor by taking in their families and massacring them!” Daniel wasn’t sure at what point he stopped imitating Jack’s disgust and started adding his own contempt to the mix but his voice echoed Jack’s own rage at the truth. Whatever the Scarrans might have been, the innocent in what was left of their society hadn’t earned that.

“For Fucks sake!” O’Neill began. “There’s like fifty of ‘em left, they’re all dead, most of your guys are dead. They can’t even muster up the guts to strike at you fucking people. They’re dead already, just let ‘em go through the gate to whatever fate they choose. You won we won! How much more death are you willing to accept to avenge a dude who brought it all on himself?”

As Daniel translated, Hammond added through PO-1 O’Neill that it was indeed over, to let go of their hatred and not to sully what was otherwise a battle worthy of song with skullduggery. Perhaps the thought of them acting like thieves shamed them or perhaps it was being told by no less than three champions that this was wrong finally won an appeal to their better nature, but Prince Rynulf intervened then and shook his head. It was his family who suffered the most grievous of losses, ten cousins, six uncles and his great grandfather the King dead. And while many more uncles and cousins lived, he had buried all but one of his brothers and all but two of his sisters.

They had their new King, the next Caesar of their empire of Hurot and he was not going to allow anymore needless slaughter.

The Scarrans didn’t seem to care one way or the other, with some numbly asking what was to become of them while another muttered something about how “Everything always goes wrong when humans are involved” and that caused O’Neill to raise an eyebrow because it was said in near perfect English. But there was a sudden deafening crack in the skies, a roar of thunder that put to bed any continued to discussion.

People gasped, clutching hammer amulets, others threw themselves to the ground or called out in praise to Rynulf or the SG teams or whoever thinking it was an endorsement from the Gods. Jack wanted to roll his eyes and tell the primitive screwheads that it was just thunder but the fact that it produced rainbow colored lightning that seemed to strike the center spire of the Wyryn silenced the Colonel who looked up into the skies. Memories of the Nox filled his head and he growled in annoyance. “So help me if this Leanan again I’m gonna-“The words died in his throat as every reptilian who had surrendered and was on their knees on the field of battle vanished abruptly.

Even the dead suddenly disappeared in a column of rainbow-colored light. He blinked and looked to Teal’c who was as white as a sheet and urging everyone to remain calm. Though the look in his eyes suggested that the big guy was partially freaking the fuck out and who could blame him? People were disappearing! Ecthor was next and that was when Rynulf muttered something about the Thunder God coming to give thanks for the battle and the victories won in his name.

O’Neill didn’t want to say anything, he had no idea how the Asgardian races ruled their portion of the known universe, except that Teal’c said they were moral people on average if ruthless and formidable warriors who very clearly valued martial prowess as much as science and the arts if not more so if the society of Hurot was any indication. Above them, the skies continued to rumble until at last the clouds which had been building for hours reached their crescendo and unleashed a flurry of wind and lightning against the mushroom cloud that had been created by their efforts. Scattering the poisoned ash and soot from the heavens, dispelling the cloud and then directing a crapton of rain down towards the burning rubble that had been the mouth of the cave network on the other side of what he was told was called the Red River. A great geyser of steam rose into the air as an unnatural amount of water violently drowned out the debris that neared on being molted in certain areas. As the steam rose, water flooded pouring from this surreal flash of rain and O’Neill could tell the riverbanks would flood and likely not recede anytime soon.

There’s gonna be a lake there, where there was once a Scarran base.

A bright beam of light shot down from the heavens, arcs of electricity crackled around it snaking down the column of white like so many snakes trying to slither down a storm drain. Rocks cracked, earth shuddered and suddenly the ancient stargate was lifted up from the ground, floating serenely as it seemed to be drawn upwards. So many things were happening around him that it was almost desensitizing.

Then something else happened, that he wasn’t prepared for.

By the looks on the faces of everyone present, no one except Teal’c was.

Three hammer shaped vessels each one nearly half a mile in length appeared out of the clouds, one over the Wyryn, one over the ruined base and one over the remnants of the army. They were beautiful, in some ways they reminded him of Ra’s vessel, for they shimmered in the light but where Ra’s ship was this ornately gilded luxury liner there could be no ambiguity about these vessels seemingly made of liquid metal that shimmered and displayed different sorts of runic language and images, were ships of war.

“Bilskinir class Battleships.” Teal’c remarked with a hint of awe in his voice. “It would take five of Lord Apophis’ newest Hatak battleships and their escorts to overcome one of them. Ten for the forces of the average System Lord, I once witnessed a single Bilskinir face two hundred ships from the Lucian Alliances pirate fleet. They were obliterated within an hour, those that tried to run were caught in some sort of subspace jamming technology that prevented them from fleeing. The Asgard Captain massacred everyone, all broadcasts to surrender were summarily ignored.”

“Jesus” Daniel muttered.

Jack didn’t fail to notice that again, Carter wasn’t the least bit awestruck by what she was seeing, and it wasn’t her usual propensity to compartmentalize her emotions when she was caught up in something and excitedly focusing either, she fucking recognized the technology on display here and his eyes narrowed when she sensed that someone was watching and adjusted her reaction. -She was downright shocked at the English speaking Scarran too.- Jack thought.

“What happened?” Daniel asked.

Teal’c shrugged. “While the Cartels of the Lucian alliance are free to conduct their…depravity through the Gate Network any attempts by advanced or developing societies to assert their will on lesser developed worlds within the Asgard protected planet’s zone almost always results in such extreme retaliation. When the Asgardian embassy contacted us and notified us that they had taken care of a pirate world on our border, Sar’het a Jaffa fleet Captain dispatched a battlegroup to occupy the world. The Commander of the fleet arrived to find the Asgardians had thrown a moon from a neighboring planet at it, they had arrived in time to find a world split in half.”

O’Neill raised an eyebrow. “That’s a little…extreme”. He muttered somewhat disgusted, he had no idea what the population of that planet was, but if it was something other than a military base (And even then, those tended to have towns pop up around them.), then they could have potentially massacred billions of innocent people to kill a few pirates. The more he encountered the elder races, the more it seemed like the body snatching snakes were the least fucked up ones out of all of them.

Teal’c nodded. “Our history suggests that while they have become more cordial with the Imperium, their responses to breaches of Asgardian law with other powers have grown disproportionately violent over the millennia.”

“Almost as if it’s the world’s most violent bluff?” The Admiral asked.

Teal’c nodded. “Indeed, I have suspected for sometime the Asgardian Kingdoms are tied up in some..other conflagration and their ability to project force into our Galactic cluster has diminished as a result. Though I could never prove it, it would explain their benevolence towards those who respect their edicts and the exorbitant hostility in response to infractions thereof.”

“So, what does mean for us?” Doc Carter asked.

As they were enveloped in rainbow colored energy Teal’c responded with a droll “We are about to find out Doctor Carter.”

Mother of all understatements.

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

Aaannd the end...also the beginning.

We get some info on the history of the universe, the importance of the Ancients...Why the Nox kinda stopped giving a shit about them and why humanity is so important to everyone.

Also, a hero's quest should always end with a proper boon...And more questions than answers as the Gods continue to play their games!

@Spartan303 @Harlock @The Whispering Monk @Knowledgeispower and @adam417 @Luminescence Who enjoy the divergences for canon..I present to you, my rendition of Thor.

I hope I have done him justice!

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Asgard Protected Planet's Zone Hurot

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When they reappeared, Jack wasn’t sure what he was expecting. But a large command center with a bunch of robots scurrying about was probably one of the more mundane possibilities that came to his mind. “Huh I expected rowers for some reason.” He muttered getting a look of incredulity from Makepeace.

O’Neill shrugged. “Look man, you weren’t at Avalon, and you didn’t see Chulak. These old timers are weird with their tech.”

“Goa’uld technology is not weird.” Teal’c muttered.

“Big guy…you had computers that breathed and ran on crystals”

Teal’c gave a shrug as if to say “I suppose that would look weird to a primitive screwhead.” And gestured forward, through the command center where there were braziers burning flames that each represented a color of the rainbow, between computer panels or what Jack assumed were computer panels, half the time the weird sleek robots that looked oddly reptilian themselves were just standing there, their hands merged with the machinery which rippled as if the consoles themselves were made of liquid metal. Like Snake tech, everything was oddly cool and if the room was warmer than sixty degrees he’d have been surprised. Which would have annoyed him since they were all soaking wet from the battle, well were. Everyone was bone dry and Major Ramirez’s eye looked better, and Jack finally noticed the cuts and bruises were starting to heal.

“The gasses emitted by the flames in the brazier are saturated with medical nanites.” Teal’c offered. He’d heard of this, though the sheer amount of dead Ashraks it took to obtain this particular piece of intelligence was something neither he nor Bra’tac had wished to dwell on for very long. -There is something gravely wrong with the Asgardian races- Teal’c thought. But what? He knew that they had changed forms over the eons but not due to evolution, so much as artificial external pressures. Ra, knew that much at least and had shared that much with the Ashrak divisions. But whatever afflicted them, always lay far outside the Imperium’s ability to determine. “You are being healed as we speak, it appears to be standard procedure on Asgardian vessels, Prince Heimdall of the Vanir also possessed such a brazier in his quarters on Dakkara whenever he attended diplomatic functions.”

“You are far more perceptive than many of my brethren give you credit for, War Master Teal’c.” The voice, smooth and somewhat high pitched, echoed through the room with the abruptness of a thunderbolt. They looked ahead towards the end of the long command center to what Jack assumed was the captain’s area. Elevated above the rest of the ship and surrounded by statues of Dragons doing battle with men of metal skin, blades and blood and a hammer wielding fire and lightning rose a crow’s nest with a single chair that loomed over the whole of the rest of the bridge.

The figure that sat in it spoke in perfectly in English and even had a slight American accent which disturbed the hell out of O’Neill. He was a thin creature, naked with no discernable genitalia, about five feet tall with a thick bulbous head and a small mouth and slits for nostrils and eyes as black as pitch and opaque to the point that they reflected almost no light. “Roswell Grey” Jack muttered causing Teal’c to raise an eyebrow at how nervous Carter looked when she heard the word Roswell. In fact, Carter looked very much like a kid caught in the middle of vandalizing something by a cop.

“Actually, I was thinking Alistair Crowley.” Hammond said surprising everyone. He gave a shrug “You’d be surprised how many intelligence people dabble in the occult son.” He remarked to Jackson. “Not that I ever bothered but a lot of the boys out of Langley that I ran missions with in the 80’s were always into something.”

“Grandpa Nick said the CIA and the occult went back to before their founding.” Daniel said.

The alien, seemingly finding this line of dialog amusing responded with what might have been a laugh. “The eccentric Crowley may indeed have been contacted by one of my kin though from what I gleaned the last time I stood over your portion of Midgard was that he grossly misunderstood whatever lesson was attempted to have been imparted.” It paused frowning, then added. “I will admit there are laws about such contacts, they are to be strictly for security purposes and scientific inquiry and never to influence your cultural development.”

“Funny, there was an entire civilization that sprung out of the northern hemisphere of one of our continents that spawned several ethnic groups who waged war in your name..Thor Odinson I presume?” Daniel asked with a tone that was somewhat chiding, somewhat awestruck. “Leanan told me, you might contact us one day.”

The creature nodded its head. “Thor Odinson, High King of the Asgardian races, Master of the armed forces of the Aesir and Supreme Commander of the combined armadas of the Asgardian Nations. At your service Doctor Jackson though I come by way of Prince Horus not by way of Leanan”

“He told you to watch us huh?” O’Neill asked, suddenly feeling a lot less worried about their prospects. There was an earnestness in his voice and a weight behind it too, one that reminded him of himself only multiplied over a timescale that Jack couldn’t even think of. “Indeed, he did Colonel O’Neill…He places a great deal of respect in you. Something he does not easily give even amongst his equals, and I do consider him a friend.”

“Surprising, considering how long you guys were at war.” Carter muttered, she still seemed to struggle with concepts like that. Jack couldn’t blame her, it was hard for a civilian to understand, but sometimes you spend so much time fighting a guy that they end up knowing a man better than his own family. “Sometimes, you spend so much time at war that all you have left are your enemies.” Hammond answered before Jack could.

Both Teal’c and Thor nodded in agreement, and it struck Jack just how similar the gesture looked between them. “In any case, the Goa’uld have given this section of the universe an era of peace that has lasted longer than any other. Our disagreements aside, when it comes to universal peace, it is preferable to the long, endless, civilization destroying dark ages of epochs passed. The era of the System Lords has been bloody, but it has been prosperous. Still, we do what we can to curb their impulse at what your forefathers called manifest destiny.”

Jack nodded, it was a decision born of pragmatism much as it was mutual respect amongst enemies. They simply couldn’t continue a war so far away from their supply lines and logistical centers or at least that’s what Jack gleamed from the explanation that was as much bullshit as it was the truth. Fighting that far out, when a gilded cage was preferable to, mad max universe edition was understandable. But how the hell did you use softpower against the Snakes? The damn Imperium was like the US on steroids. He tried to imagine someone slapping sanctions on America and yeah, it would hurt the US for as long as it took the country to start growing its own food and building its own shit again, five, maybe ten years of hardship but then from out that comes an independent breadbasket that can just tell the rest of the world to fuck off. The economic consequences of that alone. -What the hell are they holding over the snakes heads that they can just stop them from going to town on the universe like a fat dude at a buffet?-

“Which leads me to my current conundrum as you Americans say it.” Thor began again. “You are buying Trinium from worlds under my protection, roughly two hundred years before I expected your kind to do so. Now, you’re here so that explains that but why are you trying to buy quantities that would only suit a nascent space faring race?”

“Well, because Apophis is apparently gonna send two thousand ships to knock on our door.” Answered O’Neill causing Thor to blink furiously. He turned to Teal’c “He’s not talking out of his ass?”

Okay, Jack might have expected many things, but he did not expect a little grey man to ask a seven-foot super soldier with a snake in his gut if Misses O’Neill’s baby boy was talking out of his ass. Behind him, his daughter tried to stifle a laugh before she answered in defense of her father that Jack might be many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them.

“He speaks true majestic eminence.” Teal’c responded, using the proper titles afforded to members of the Imperial family. “A fleet comes, though most of it would appear to be Lucian pirates.”

Thor’s tiny mouth sneered in disgust. “Apophis has lost his mind and his dignity if he’s resorting to weaponizing that scum to pursue a vendetta against the Tau’Ri.” Thor sighed. “And I take it you requested access to my hall of hammers from Hethrir the greedy?” Thor asked in a voice that sounded impossibly annoyed and oddly deep from such a tiny figure.

“And he granted it.” Doc Carter responded.

Thor’s eyes narrowed on her, his hands steepling together in his tiny lap. “You, you do not seem surprised to see me.”

Carter did her best to slink behind Admiral Hammond who looked absolutely bewildered at Thor’s remark and trying to bring the conversation back on track added. “Your majesty, if we broke some protocol or rule requesting access to your hall then.”

Thor raised his hand. “Peace Hammond of Texas, you broke no rule except that I intended that Hall to be my gift to the people of Hurot, when they reached a level of technology some hundred years above your current level they would have been able to make as you say..heads or tales of what was inside.”

“So, there are no weapons?” the Admiral asked.

Thor shook his head. “They’d end up blowing themselves up, no a species a century ahead of yours would struggle to understand the basics of how we build our weaponry much less how to use it effectively, attempting it has historically resulted in calamity and more importantly cosmic law binds us in regards to weapons trafficking just as harshly as it binds the Imperium of the System Lords. No, Hammond of Texas, not weaponry just some fabrication and industrial technology, a very rudimentary version of our matter to energy then back to matter conversion system that can be used to make building things easier and metal processing and refining. None of that would help you against a proper fleet of ships from Apophis military, unless you already had the means to build ships that could stand up to the latest generation of System Lord hardware...”

“We don’t from what Teal’c’s told me, but could it maybe expedite ship building capacity?” Carter asked, peeking out from behind the Admiral. Daniel and Teal’c both regarded her with raised eyebrows. Now that was an odd choice of words.

Thor again regarded her with a stern, oddly paternal look. “This one is a berserker and a skald, a trickster as well. Beauty, genius and madness, that is not a very healthy combination for anyone you call an enemy.”

Carter seemed to turn a slight shade of pink, another day of firsts.

“To answer your question girl yes if that’s what you wish.” Thor shrugged and a holographic screen appeared before him. Reaching out with a slender arm he depressed a button. “There, I’ve dispatched one of my vessels to teleport the proper equipment at your Groom Lake facility.” A small, canny smile appeared on Thor’s face and Carter looked like an animal with a paw caught in a bear trap.

“I threw in some sensor technology as well, nothing that would violate any treaties. But enough that it should improve your odds against the cheap mercenaries Apophis seems to want to debase himself with by hiring. Though, I would advise the President to be very cautious about who he chooses to be warden over.”

“I…I don’t…” Carter tried to make some sort of defense, but Thor waved her off with an “Of course you don’t”

Okay, fuck this…he was going to have a long talk with Carter after this and more importantly..How the hell did this little grey bastard know so much about the US military?! “Son of....a…HEY YOU GUYS REALLY ARE ABDUCTING US!” Jack cried out in indignant fury.

“Yes, but we don’t put things in your rectums, that’s a calumny my wife Syf has little patience for!” His tone became somewhat higher reminding Jack of the bad guy from Roger Rabbit. (When I killed snakes, I talked like..thiiiiiiiissss!) and O’Neill tried to resist shuddering at how creepy the little guy sounded when joking. So, this Syf was their chief egghead or something? Syf? Sif? The one who was left bald by Loki in a prank? Thor’s eyes narrowed; his playfulness gone as he seemed to prepare himself to tell some grand story.

“The ancients, as we called them before their split into the Alterans, Lanteans and Ori and their allies the Fyryns who were master planetary engineers seeded nearly all life in the known universe. Or stimulated and guided its evolution..In over ten million years of our recorded History we have encountered very little out in the universe that hasn’t been initiated by one of those four races. Much to the eternal rage of the Nox who seem to dislike sentience that doesn’t occur in a vacuum.” He left this gigantic bomb that upended everything everyone knew about existence hanging in the air, after delivering it with a tone that sounded like he was tell’n everyone about the weather not the fact that four dead races ran around acting like Gods making shit out of thin air and creating life.

He was talk’n about the newest Jag not the fact that humanity might have been the science project of a bunch of dead space hippies.

“Only the races that became the Asgard evolved on their own without any interference from these cosmic wanderers save open mentor like guidance from the Nox. The only other species we know of, that evolved on its own to sentience or even semi sentience without any prompting from their dead hands…Indeed whose entire biosphere evolved on its own..Were yours..and one other.”

“The Snakes and their ancestral home.” Jack answered in a whisper, despite having no idea why he came to that conclusion. Part of him was glad that he wasn’t no puppet on invisible strings, created by ancient aliens in a testtube but another part of him suddenly felt a weight put on his metaphorical shoulders. It reminded Jack of what he felt like when he bought his first house, right after marrying Sarah when she told him she was pregnant with the girls and his father told him he was now his own man with all the good and the shit that came with it.

Mankind stood on its own, so far the only other races that had done likewise were either creepy fairy people, a bunch of shitbag precursors who managed to fuck the whole universe up and these little grey ass kickers…Oh and a bunch of body thieving snakes who confused the hell out of Jack and seemed to be the only force in the universe that was paradoxically unfucking it and building a damn gilded cage over everything.

Damn homo-sapiens, we have it easy. As bad as we might eventually shit the bed, we can’t possibly out cockup these ancient bozos! Today was a day that he would struggle to process for years.

“Yes.” Thor answered proud of the self-professed caveman.

Damnit! Jack thought, why am I always right?

“And the Ori’s attempt to harness the Goa’uld caused not only their extinction but the end of all branches of the Ancients and the annihilation of the Fyryns as well. Yes, my queen has dispatched many science teams to monitor your kind and yes, I pay close enough attention to your world to learn your language and watch your TV when I’ve the time. You’re similar enough to them and to us to warrant it.”

“What happened between the Ori and the Goa’uld mighty Thor?” Daniel asked. “The Imperial religion is pretty murky on the details….” Daniel didn’t want to dwell on the fact that he was just compared to Ra and the creature that murdered his Shau’re and stole her body. Not right now at least, even though it explained why Ra reacted with such venom.

“That’s not for me to tell you Daniel Jackson, skald and warrior. But you will learn the truth I think, your qualities have impressed your enemies in good and bad ways, and you should be proud of that.” Thor vanished from his seat reappearing in front of them, the myriad robots all turning from their tasks to stand at attention, toy soldiers all of them.

“Yahata’s body will be returned to his mother; I will deliver it myself.” Thor paused and laughed softly. “Aris Boch will be sore that he didn’t catch Yahata and claim his bounty. But I digress, I thank you for taking up arms in defense of my planets even if it meant protecting them from the consequences of their own actions. The Hall of Hammers will be off limits to you, but as I said you will have what was there plus a tiny bit extra. I will not interfere with your involvement in the politics of these worlds, but I will ask you to limit your involvement in cleaning up their own messes. These…idiots have to learn on their own sometime. My policy of divine intervention has hampered them and I’m trying to wean them off it.”

The Admiral nodded. “I understand your majesty, no involvement in civil wars…or anything of that sort.”

“Correct, but if any Scarrans return to threaten your interests, or that of your allies and you choose to…what’s the term? “Shitkick”? Yes there…do that to them, off Hurot then I won't make any protestations nor would any Asgardian sector patrol.”

He meant his robots, Jack thought. So far, the only Asgardian he saw in this entire fleet was Thor, that was weird.

“What about, I dunno parking one of your big honking warships in orbit over Jupiter and maybe shooting any ships that come through to blow us up?” Jack asked.

Thor smiled or at least Jack thought that was a smile. “What makes you think they’d pass by Jupiter?”

“No idea, the mental image just seemed cool.”

“Having sniped enemy ships from inside a gas giant before I can appreciate that sentiment.” Thor said in a slightly amused tone.

“Indeed.” Teal’c answered wistfully.

“In any case, military intervention on behalf of Tau’Ri would be a…different matter.” Thor added in a tone that seemed to hold tinges of regret. “While there’s nothing, I enjoy more than smashing apart Lucian vermin, a sole Bilskinir cannot repel more than a handful of Hatak battlegroups and I can’t spare any of my more advanced warships and even if I could. Open military action against Apophis of that sort, even if he is breaking the law could be construed as my taking sides in an internal political dispute within the Imperium and that is not something I can permit.”

The Admiral nodded, his mind wandered back to the debriefing months ago and Teal’c’s theory that something was afflicting these mighty people be it a war or some natural disaster but it was seriously impacting their force projection. Beyond that, he understood easily that could turn an amicable cease fire into a disaster… “Still, we owe you a debt for what you’ve done High King Thor.”

“Between us, Admiral, Thor shall suffice. From what I’ve seen of your men today, you have all more than earned it.”

“Huh, I didn’t expect this mess to end this way.” Jack admitted.

“Many things change once you step through that Gate O’Neill.” Thor warned in a tone that might have been teasing. “The absurd and the sensible oft blend together out here.”

“Ooookay…well…I guess in the spirit of absurdity; I should invite you to go fishing or something.” Jack muttered then cringed at how ridiculous that sounded.

“I may take you up on that offer O’Neill the clever.”

“Wait..wha..”

They were gone in a flash deposited back on Hurot, just outside the Wyryn castle as the mighty Asgardian vessels began to depart, leaving skies that cleared giving way to a sunrise that was both beautiful and ominous in what it presaged.

Everything was changing faster than anyone could anticipate. The people of Hurot faced the consequences of their actions and survived, the old King was dead, the young Prince would take his place and with him a new era of growth, prosperity and strength removed (He hoped.) from the cynical trickery of his great grandfather. For Earth, it seemed as if they had gained two new allies in as many days and once again lived up to a reputation, they had garnered for themselves among the stars.

But the Asgard were a different breed than the Nox, less wild and dangerous in their power but no less perilous to cross and Thor raised as many questions for Jack as problems his generosity solved.

He was cavalier about it too, the wily bastard. Planting the seed of doubt in their minds while winning their hearts with sophisticated toys and the very real promise of friendship.

To Jack O’Neill it reminded him too much of his own Government in too many dim parts of his world. Parallels that were as unsettling as the implications of his conversation with Doc Carter..who..had a lot to answer for from both him and the Admiral when they all got home.

But that Thor guy was cool, it was neat having a big ol’alien friend that he was able to win over without being blown up, set on fire or losing his entire team too in combat!

No one died, they saved the day. They got the treasure.

All in all, it was shaping up to be a good ending to this weird hero’s quest.

And in Jack’s mind it finally clicked.

Why all this seemed familiar.

And just like that, he had something to show Daniel when they all got back.

And naturally, even more questions about their past and the snakes emerged damnit all. The revelations of Thor were enough.

I’m too old for this shit.

Jack thought, noting as he thought it that Admiral Hammond didn’t look too old for it all, in fact he looked like he was in his element, as if he would have been right at home on the prow of a Viking ship sailing into the mist to wage war on a serpent man and his legion of doom.

No marine ever had a better commander, even if he was a bargeman.

 

[Brutus]

I love this version of Thor.

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

I love this version of Thor.

He was such a cool character in the show, I was actually kinda nervous about how I was depicting him here. Glad you enjoyed it!

 

[Spartan303]

Thor is a straight shooter and plain speaker. Nice.

 

[Spartan303]

It should also be noted that Thor is a true Bro and awesome at legal loophole Jujitsu.

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

It should also be noted that Thor is a true Bro and awesome at legal loophole Jujitsu.

"The law says neither we nor the System Lords can run guns to primitive worlds, at least guns that could give you parity. But we all forgot to specify that we aren't supposed to traffic the tools to make mashing up a bunch of space gangsters easier so here ya go!"

The Asgard were cool as hell and absolutely did not deserve their fate in the series. They're not gonna end like that here, that I promise.

 

[Knowledgeispower]

Meanwhile back in Asgard space ..."wait a second which one of you idiots forgot ballistic weapons are a thing. Quick time to add all the railguns to the ships fighting the replicators. "- Thor upon returning home after seeing how well even stuff Earth can make works

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

Meanwhile back in Asgard space ..."wait a second which one of you idiots forgot ballistic weapons are a thing. Quick time to add all the railguns to the ships fighting the replicators. "- Thor upon returning home after seeing how well even stuff Earth can make works

"How could we have forgotten a basic tenant of combat is throw rock at enemy really, really fast? Even that lust driven brute figured it out."

"I think it's all the crossbreeding our ancestors did with the Ancients my king. It seems to have negatively impacted our ability to do basic reasoning."

 

[Knowledgeispower]

"How could we have forgotten a basic tenant of combat is throw rock at enemy really, really fast? Even that lust driven brute figured it out."

"I think it's all the crossbreeding our ancestors did with the Ancients my king. It seems to have negatively impacted our ability to do basic reasoning."

"Well I suppose it might be a good to ask the humans of America for help? Historic records indicate they have a love of adding copious so called flak guns to vessels."

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

Alright gents...sorry for the delay.

Without further adieu bring you @Spartan303 favorite episode! kidding...Kidding.

But yeah.

.......

Stargate SG-1: Episode 5

Emancipation

…………………….

September 18th.

Prologue

O’Neill family residence, El Paso County Colorado.

“Verily when the battle was done, and Buliwyf withdrew Rundig from the mothers’ entrails having severed her spine. The most curious and terrifying thing transpired; Know this, what I describe here is a true account of the terror that befell us

From her mouth burst forth a great fanged serpent, hissing and spitting a blue ichor, it screeched as a rodent, or some grotesque bird might when cornered and we all felt a chill in our bones as though a queer power was in it unnatural cries. And we were bewitched or taken by some collective madness for we saw, each man amongst us visions of things that should not be, things which in my elder years I have come to believe represented unnatural machinery. Pyramids rising from valleys near a lake I had not seen and a great ring and a feeling of panic and abandonment. We all knew in that moment that it was an ancient, frail creature that long ago was cast from her demonic race.. Too evil even for the servants of shaitan, for they could be nothing else, these dragon men who sailed clouds. I am not ashamed to admit that I wept in relief when Rundig at last split the creature in twain.

Allah be praised that the last of that wretched race has been returned to perdition. Praise be to these Pagan men, who shed pagan blood and shared their bread that Ahmed Ibn Fadlan learned to be a greater man and a greater servant of God.”

As Jack finished reading the final passage of Dragon’s in the Mist: An Arabic account of the figures behind the epic of Beowulf as transcribed from the Fadlan manuscript By Nicholas Ballard. There was a hushed silence over the room until Daniel Jackson began to laugh until he nearly fell off a sofa. “Oh my God…I thought I read everything my grandpa ever wrote..how could I have missed this one?” he asked as he ran a hand through his blond hair. Goodness he was embarrassed, if he’d known this story existed nothing through the gate would have surprised him except how eerie the parallels were. “I used to dismiss the ancient Astronaut theory as nonsense and then I met Ra and now I come back from a Viking hero quest in space to find that the Norse had monster problems of their own.”

“The female depicted in this book does indeed bear more than a passing resemblance to an Unas bonded Goa’uld though I am confused as to how one would have lived so long without a resurrection chamber.” Teal’c admitted, troubled by the account that seemed far too much like a smaller and more provincial account of an event similar to the one they had just escaped from. The only possibility he could think of wasn’t a particularly pleasant one and it was a practice outlawed by Ra ten thousand years after the Imperium withdrew from Tau’Ri. “In the ancient past, the System Lords would imprison Goa’uld criminals in stasis chambers designed to keep them alive so that they would slowly die of thirst over tens of thousands of years, preserved and motionless yet conscience. It was reserved for the most depraved of criminals and was eventually proscribed. I find the demented conduct of this “Mother of the Wendol” to be consistent with the sort of Goa’uld imprisoned thusly.”

“They didn’t do that to Peers?” Sasha O’Neill asked curious. She still had trouble accepting that Peers were biologically immortal even if their hosts weren’t, though so much of what she’d read about in their mission logs seemed to suggest it. -My father was almost killed by a “God” that had ninety thousand years of experience at warfare…- She thought bitterly.

“It would not work; a peer can draw enough sustenance from ambient energy that it would outlast the power supply of the stasis chamber. Escape, after countless millennia utterly mad.”

Hammond had a different idea, asking if it was possible there might have been lesser breeds of Goa’uld who were soldiers left on Earth’s various outposts and simply forgotten about due to prejudice who, could have gradually escaped as their stasis chambers failed or else suffocated inside.

“It is not standard operating procedure, nor would it have been during that stage of the war to leave behind saboteurs. But Earth was less a military base and more a nature preserve and perhaps it is possible.” He paused in thought and Daniel wondered what was going through the big guy’s mind because it seemed like he was considering something that could never be. Quickly as he began, he moved beyond it and nodded. “Yes, it is possible.”

“Could..there be more?” Hammond asked suddenly.

“It is possible Admiral, though I believe they would all be deceased by now, many millennia had passed and even at your technological level you would have been able to detect the unique energy signature their power supplies produce to say nothing of the other technology in the facility they may have been guarding.”

Everyone considered his wording. It had been a week of revelations and it didn’t seem to be ending anytime soon and it left their sense of wonder intermixed with frustration. “So, you don’t think there’s anything left on Earth then?” Daniel asked finally.

Teal’c gave a slow nod. “I could not be one hundred percent certain, Tau’Ri was a strategically critical world for its native life. But little else and to keep that life pure and promote its growth and perhaps to spite the Ori in their fashion they maintained a minimalist approach to Tau’Ri. My belief is that your world is free of relics, but I could never say with any certainty.”

That was a sufficient enough answer for everyone to decide to start the party at long last. A Barbeque at the O’Neill residence, with beef being supplied by the property itself. SG-1, 6 and 8 and the Admiral spent the day eating and drinking and capped off the night with a viewing of the first Star Wars trilogy.

Making out of Teal’c a lifelong convert.

……………..

P3X-797/Devorias

September the 28th.

Colonel Charles Kowalski liked the Devorians. They lived on a planet with an odd tilt to itself and its moons that meant a day lasted roughly ten earth days in the summer and nights lasted eight earth days and come the winter seasons it became dark for almost four months. Those long winter evenings, he was told. Were filled with raids by a species of near sentient apes who reminded Charly of orangutans, only these were nine feet tall and seemed to weigh well over a thousand pounds. These apes were being driven back father and father into the deep forests of their main continent (Which they believed was one of three.), as the Devorian civilization grew.

They were mostly of human and other earth based hominid stock, but some seemed to possess the telltale signs of non-Earth ancestry. Descended from Lotars who either left to find a better life for themselves or were escaped prisoners or escaped from some terrible war long ago against some nameless evil, Kowalski couldn’t say as he’d been told several different versions. They had a fairly nifty bronze age society though and seemed to worship Apollo and Zeus, with minor temples to Artemis who was the chamberlain of the domain of Athena from what he remembered of his briefing on the System Lords. There were also minor temples dedicated to Izanagi and to Ra. A dozen other cults and religions seemed to exist here as well and seemed to be turning into this planet’s version of the Persian Empire.

They were of course keen on trade, namely wanting ideas and knowledge and not money in exchange for some of the medicinal plants and a type of diamond that Doc’s Carter and McKay insisted would be vital to any energy weaponry they developed going forward and in communications technology. The diamonds seemed to be fairly commonplace as everyone wore them and they were willing to hand them out by the thousands. All in exchange for more efficient blacksmithing and farming techniques.

Which of course meant having to outsource that knowledge and return with a civilian consultant that happened to be an expert in medieval to age of sail era forging and knew a little something about working aluminum and Charles Kowalski tried to suppress the nagging doubt that handing a burgeoning empire on a bronze age world knowledge like that was going to hand them an advantage that might alter the history of the planet in a myriad of unpleasant ways. Kowalski kept telling himself it was for the survival of his own world and then to focus on Skara’s commentary on their language.

“It is descended from the Imperial standard but has become very distinct.” The youth had been given several months off because he’d managed to marry one of the Kelownan’s and she was expecting her first child, something the red skinned semi alien female took with relish and once she heard about the Diamonds, enthusiastically volunteered herself, prompting the Deputy Field Marshal of the Abydonian militia and ambassador to Tau’Ri to tag along. Vyra had been instrumental in ensuring the product that was being sent to Earth wasn’t inferior, while his own wife waited on the other side of the Gate to begin research on the various flowers that were supposedly able to double as a regenerative and painkiller. All in all, the last week had been remarkably productive.

Yoshikiro Midas (what a weird combination of names.) their “High Chancellor and master of the services” what Kowalski learned was their version of an Emperor had even invited them to an estate dinner and official function where the trade treaty had been announced. Evidently, they hadn’t had reliable and consistent commerce with other planets in fifty years and were overjoyed when Earth was willing to sign a two-year contract for diamonds in exchange for knowledge. Menestros, the local Governor and general of their army was their host today. He was a tall, grim man with thin tentacle like strings in his hair and armored scutes on his nose. He bled clear then red blood, was missing an eye and at one hundred and seventy was as strong as an ox despite needing a cane and in his words “Having so many descendants I am the patriarch of sixty of the two hundred frontier families!”. Vyra, Skara’s Kelownan wife said that he was likely descended from something called a Luxan. A semi long-lived race of warriors who had thick, large tentacles, a prehensile barbed tongue and bled black blood until the wound was abused where it bled safely clear (That had to be an artificial feature, no way something so impractical was natural.). They were a minor stellar nation on the fringe of Imperial space but many of the most developed Lotar worlds hired them as peace officers and they were known to have the same level of respect the Llempiri had. Or that is to say “Near Jaffa” status as honored auxiliaries who served beside their Jaffa brethren when called.

Menestros barely spoke their language and his Imperial standard was a guttural thing that Skara thought sounded worse to his ears than Abydonian sounded to the average denizen of the Galaxy. But he was a soldier who had risen through the ranks and ennobled himself and one thing that Kowalski learned out here was that the body language and tone of soldiery didn’t really change all that much.

In the short time he’d been commander of SG-2, he’d interacted with everything from Jaffa to Sebeceans to those lizard guys the Admiral fought on Hurot (Though in this case, their interactions were far more friendly and business oriented.) to a species of really friendly and boisterous squid aliens who were from a world near Abydos who had “Thanked the Lords of Justice on Dakkara that Tau’Ri was cleared of any wrongdoing as it would have been a shame to have to turn in your skins and organs to avenge our Great God.” That had been both terrifying and oddly relieving.

These people were true believers, but in a way that might have been more consistent with pagan religions back home. Their head God had errored, his vanity and pride saw him cast into the nether realm to rule over the souls of the dead beside Anubis. They accepted it with resigned grace and abandoned all hostility, whereas for some weeks prior to that ruling there had been numerous attempts to breach the Abydos gate by vengeful Lotar/Citizens of the Imperium (Kowalski still wasn’t sure what the distinction was.) and that had ceased pretty quick. Kowalski wasn’t sure how he’d react if someone came into the room that had turned into the defacto Church for Catholics and Baptists on base and told them their God had been slain. Mostly derisive laughter, these Gods of space and time might be able to know death, but God on high, the creator of all was something else entirely.

And that had been interesting, none of the System Lords ever claimed omnipotence and it seemed to be an act of blasphemy to imply as such. It was almost as if, the System Lords themselves looked beyond in wonder an all too human trait. Then again, the Nox existed and that kind of humbled from he remembered of the Avalon mission brief. He suppressed a shudder wondering how the hell Shepherd and General Edwards loved visiting there so much.

Well, no General Edwards might have been army corps of engineers, but he got started as a Green Beret, so it made perfect sense. Green Berets, army rangers, they were all crazy, Space Rangers now and he wondered what the Space Force brass would end up calling their Berets? These thoughts came easily to Charles Kowalski as he sat on a hill newly fashioned from all the gravel and dirt that had been pulled out from around the excavation site. The other reason they were here, the Devorians discovered the wreckage of some sort of variant of the frigates and destroyer equivalent type vessels the Goa’uld military used called Alkesh. Only this one looked more like a gun boat than a frigate. Designed to bombard planets and planetary defenses, not to maneuver around trading blows with other warships.

He could hear a myriad of curses from Doctor Anastassakis, their team’s resident geek. Isabella Anastassakis was half Greek half Cuban out of Key West. She was thirty-six years old; her story was as interesting as it was crazy, teen mom who dropped out of high school to raise a son, ended up having twin girls at nineteen and nearly died in the attempt. Two months in a hospital gave her plenty of time to read up on things and she somehow ended up a self-taught expert in material science? Which she parlayed not into a research gig (Kind of hard to do that when you have no high school degree much less anything in higher education.) but to working under the table for a company that produced and sold steel, aluminum, glass and anything else they could get away with to every construction company in Florida. Feeding the eternal machines of development in Miami and Jacksonville most of all. She eventually went from pretty face with a brain who did the boss’s work for him to buying the company out from under him when an alloy she invented in her spare time made her a fortune.

How she did this while raising a family that seemed to grow every half decade Kowalski didn’t know. But her first born, her eldest son joined the Space Force and scored high enough to be put into “theoretical ship to ship combat” courses, which was a fancy way of saying “Abe Ellis’ hand picked future starship Captains” if Earth ever ended up having a fleet. The kid was a Petty Officer and was probably going to be fast tracked and well the Statterfield and Ellis clans liked to lean heavily on family connections as long as those families were patriotic enough. So, Santiago’s mother was approached both as a consultant to analyze all the weird Jaffa armor and weaponry (Or rather what it was made of.) but also that her company would be used to release any revolutionary advances in say metals or polymers. The profits would be her price for secrecy she readily agreed but what made Kowalski like her was that where a hundred other business owners had left it at that and walked away imagining all the potential profit, Isa had wanted something else.

She wants to actually explore other worlds before “I get too old and too damn busy with releasing all your alien tech for you.”.

Which was how he ended up with a self-made soccer mom as his team’s science expert. And Arydyshan one of the aliens who escaped with them when they sprung Skara from Apophis. Ardys was a twenty something blue and ivory skinned member of the Nebari species, though unlike most who they would encounter in Imperial space, she hadn’t been descended from the Nebari worlds annexed by the Imperium or that had become willing vassals but an immigrant to Ba’al’s domain. Her parents had a larger family which their repressive government hated and so they left looking for work.

Ardys was a linguistic expert who was surpassed only by Daniel Jackson (Whom she referred to as “Teacher” playfully.) and a currency and political analyst. Originally, she worked for a guild that specialized in creating mediators, accountants and diplomats but her status as a foreigner meant she felt her career slowed and her looks made her a target for Apophis idiocy. Having felt her career frustrated before it really began, she had begged for employment with the Space Force and there had been resistance at first. Teal’c was an easy sell because his position and rank meant his knowledge was invaluable and he was essentially treated like a golden goose. But this nobody with blue skin? She could have been a spy…But pragmatism had won out after a thorough vetting.

Ellis and Weir were quick to point that they needed help. And the nature of Goa’uld society and politics (And their belief that Earth wasn’t a threat.) meant that there was a chance they could actually lure away some alien experts then by all means, they absolutely should.

Which was how Ardys became SG-2’s third member.

She was hanging upside down from a tree laughing Doc Isa let loose another flurry of profanity that made the other Marine on his team Captain Johnson wince. “Cornudo!” she muttered emerging from the door they had managed to pry open on the arrowhead shaped vessels side. “There are Jaffa in there that are fossilized, I think this has been here seventy or so thousand years. Probably suffered a hyperdrive malfunction or something and were thrown out over this planet.”

“How do you figure?” Johnson asked.

Ardys answered for her that this planet was twenty-six lightyears away from Memnos a frontier world in the domain of Athena. Tens of thousands of years ago when the house of Aethir was driving the Ori out of this part of the galaxy there had been a famous battle there, Hera wife and noble consort of Zeus was ambushed by twelve thousand Ori drone ships and one of their last star dreadnaughs, twenty mile long mobile factories with energy weapons fueled by artificial singularities. Most had been converted to hermitages on planets or gigantic hospitals to treat whatever was ravaging their species but not all. The combined might was enough to smash the Goa’uld fleet and Poseidon and Hades, two younger brothers of the System Lord Zeus had been killed in the battle.

Five thousand years later Hera would lead a fleet back to Memnos, Ardys explained. “She destroyed the Ori Dreadnaught, annihilated their drones and massacred everyone in the hermitage below. She had mentored Poseidon and Hades and I think she saw them as her own little brothers more than her husbands because she was never that brutal again with any enemy.” Ardys shrugged. “I don’t blame her, I have eleven sister and brother in laws if I’m using your language right. I was the baby of the family, and they all treated me as if I was blood, if someone killed any of them, I’d rip their mivonks off and choke them with it.”

Mivonks was non-Imperial slang for balls, Kowalski had learned. “You think she’s benevolent?” he asked incredulously. A lot of people were all impressed by Horus but all Kowalski saw was a lunatic obsessed with honor, a dangerous relic of an impractical era who was insulated from the consequences of his wild proclamations and support (Even though both benefitted Earth immensely.) because he was in line for the Throne.

Ardys shrugged. “No, the house of Aether chose to settle the region of the Galaxy most damaged by the ancient wars of the oldest of the elder races. They chose the dangers out here and their quest to fix it all while lucrative in the long run carried a very high price in blood. I think they’re insane. Benevolent? No, practical and pragmatic yes…Given to acts of mercy?” she shrugged. “I guess its easy for me to say that. My government wanted to euthanize thirteen of my fifteen siblings and sterilize my mother and lobotomize my father. No System Lord ever treated me like that, no Goa’uld has for that matter. Except the low borns, they’re a bunch of resentful bastards who hate immigrants like me because we do better than they do.” She spat the last part out in such a venomous way that it made Kowalski wonder if there was more to it than her dealing with bigotry.

“Either way” Doctor Anastassakis muttered changing the subject. “That thing down there, useless in that even if I got it to work there’s no way I’d trust its FTL drive to get us home”

Kowalski nodded. “This trip hasn’t been a waste though, we’re making off like bandits as is.”

Johnson nodded before adding. “Any thing you can rip outta there doc?”

She grinned. “Smart boy! Yes, there is, a bunch of command crystals and what I think are the navigational records. It won’t help us in building one of these things, but it’ll give us an idea on how one of their older hyperdrives worked and how much snake tech has changed since then.”

“Any idea who these Jaffa belonged too?” Ardys asked wondering if these might have been fossils of Jaffa who served under one of Zeus’ brothers or Hera.

“Plume of feathers, on the pauldrons”

“With or without a wreathe around it.?” Ardys asked.

“Without.”

She grinned. “Hades!”

“Really? A bird.” Kowalski asked

She nodded “black Wolf like animals and certain Avians were always associated with death, even in species who have never encountered each other before. I know Duke Thoth and his scribes and technologists believe that is because the Morrigan likes to take those forms when she visits other species. Hades took the plumes of a very colorful, vibrant bird as his standard in defiance of death as the Ori viewed such creatures as harbingers of doom or so the story goes. When he was killed here, Hera incorporated his sigil into her own in his honor. The symbol of a trident became the seal of her Ashrak as Poseidon was one of the first spy masters of the Imperium.”

“And he was leading troops?” Kowalski asked surprised.

“No, the story in the religious texts is that he was visiting his brothers whom he hadn’t seen in many centuries. If I had to guess, he was using his visit as a cover to pass critical intelligence along as well. I’ve always suspected the Ori hit them there as hard as they did to deprive Ra of one of his intelligence ministers but I’m not a history buff or anything” Ardys answered with her usual raspy voice.

“Alright then, Ardys help Johnson and Doc Isa to retrieve the crystals and we’ll head back to town and meet up with Governor Menestros for dinner.” Kowalski muttered before he turned his back on the wreckage in time to catch one of the teenagers Menestros liked to use as runners, hauling ass towards them shouting something that sounded like “Ski’ya!” which Ardys told him meant attack.

Attack? Who? Where? What?!

Hyrkoon was an important city in their kingdom boasting a population of eighty thousand, it was a trade hub along a river that went out to their ocean, but more than that the town center housed their Stargate.

And when Kowalski looked to the horizon, he could see the city partially bisected by the river and see the smoke rising from the city.

And the flashes of purple plasma he recognized as fire from staff weapons…

Damn!

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

Slight detour to Cheyenne mountain where I do a shoutout to a cyberpunk show from the year 2000 and showcase the forces of Earth getting some domestic help as well as the alien consultants from the prior post. This is mostly filler, I doubt any of these characters will make a return. By the episode I'm building off of was fucking terrible, so I do need some padding.

Cheyenne Mountain- September 27th.

She couldn’t have been older than twenty-two Teal’c thought as he threw a massive forearm up to block a kick that might have shattered the army of any Lotar or Tau’Ri Teal’c had met. Yet she fought like a woman with decades of combat experience, with the instincts of a veteran and the ferocity of an animal. She was the fifth such type he faced today, and her presence answered several questions the War Master had been contemplating about the world militaries here on earth.

Apparently, these were an American attempt to produce something akin to a Jaffa, utilizing crude genetic engineering. But this was highly illegal as laws hard fought proscribed slavery of any form and they seemed to consider a genetically engineered soldier to be a slave. That was an odd concept as Teal’c was hardly a slave, but then again there was a massive difference between Jaffa and these specimens. Evidently only a hundred survived infancy and in two thousand and nine by Earth reckoning the Admiral and colonel O’Neill liberated them from some Wyoming facility. Given freedom and new identities most lived in peace, but a few ended up enlisting and eventually found themselves as researchers along side Doctor Carter and Sasha O’Neill which resulted in one of them asking for permission to speak to their “siblings” about potentially enlisting when news of the looming invasion came.

Teal’c appreciated the opportunity to test his less advanced kin, he’d faced genetically engineered soldiers from lesser cultures in skirmishes in his younger years and had always enjoyed the exchange of skill and it was nice facing some that weren’t ordered to claim your life. This one fought better than her sisters did, far less mechanically and with far less honor and he had to laugh when she tried to kick through his shirt and bandages to try and disable him by bruising his pouch. It was a common enough mistake species that had no idea how to face a Jaffa made, for their pouch was hardly that vulnerable and the mucus within carried a minor neurotoxin that could produce a state of drunkenness when absorbed through the skin and if his Prim’tah had been self-aware as his foster son within Drey’ac was. Well, he’d have chewed the girl’s foot off for her effrontery if she had actually succeeded somehow.

She was fast, she moved in a blur to ordinary Lotar eyes, she might even have run faster than Teal’c but his reflexes were honed over a century of facing all manner of alien species and he sparred against Apophis more than once and faced several other Peers recently. “You rely too much on your abilities stupefying your opponent’s young one.” Teal’c said catching her ankle after she run a circle around him and flipped into air.

A blow like that to the top of his head might damaged his spine if she had managed to put all her weight into the impact and subsequent fall if he had been a smaller Jaffa. An injury that would not have incapacitated or killed his kind as it would a human but annoy him for a few hours. Regenerating and correcting herniated discs was one of the most unpleasant ordeals he could think of, but it was hardly the end of the line. Her eyes widened with surprise, and she mouthed “oh shit” as he promptly slammed her into the mat as though she were a human hammer. She groaned, Which turned into a wheezed gasp as her brain realized the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. “Can’t blame a girl, First Prime, I haven’t exactly run into anyone like me except my siblings and I can usually kick their asses.”

“Indeed.” Teal’c chuckled, extending a hand. “But out there, you’ll find that you’re more the standard than the exception.”

“Yeah. About that.” She grumbled reluctantly accepting the hand and then bowing in thanks for the fight when he pulled her up. “How the hell are our normy soldiers doing out there? If they’re y’know the poor cousins.”

Teal’c raised an eyebrow resisting the urge to point out the saying applied to her as well. Fighters were entitled to a measure of pride however and so he simply responded that superior physical abilities are a poor substitute for discipline and training and that projectile weaponry didn’t seem to care how superior you were or weren’t. Which got a nod in agreement from her “If they wanted real supermen, they should have designed us to be bullet proof.”

“Indeed.” Bullets were not pleasant, he preferred plasma burns to the kinetic violence of projectile weapons.

She laughed. “So, what do you think big guy, would we cut it out there in the stars?”

Teal’c nodded. “I would be honored to fight beside you or any of your siblings.” He said scanning the group of young adults that were rubbing bruises or tired shoulders or elbows or knees where he had worked a joint or sitting back as cuts and scrapes healed where he’d drawn blood. They had pushed him to where he felt tired, likely scored some bruises of their own and it was a unique experience facing down enhanced warriors that were so primitive. But he admired their resolve more than their abilities, these were children who prized their freedom and did not succumb to bitterness and valued their nature as fighting machines as much as they valued the other things they could be.

“But.” She began with a slight smile.

“Only that I believe the Admirals would rather tap your enhanced intellect in research and defense.”

She nodded, her brown eyes narrowing in contemplation on the Admirals stance “Yeah, Hammond thinks it’s unfair to ask us to fight for a country that made us to be disposable soldiers, but I don’t blame America, the project was started in the nineteen seventies when everyone came home from Vietnam demoralized and maimed and any way it wasn’t the US military that wronged me it was one asshole Colonel and Jack O’Neill put a bullet in his head.”

And one cunt Congresswoman but Max couldn’t do anything to her. Though from what she heard, that malevolent bitch was gonna get hers. “I make a good living in the private sector, I don’t like the idea of being in uniform again, but I really would love to go explore.” She shrugged. “Some of my siblings want to serve and fight for our world, but I think you’re right. I’d be suited as a linguistics consultant like Danny, the diplomacy stuff sounds promising” She paused then shook her head “Genetically engineered intellect and him, Carter and the wonder twins make me look like I should be on the short bus.”

“They are, unusually smart.” Teal’c conceded though he had no idea what a diminutive public conveyance vehicle had to do with intellectual capacity. “For any species.” He added with a nod. “Either way, there are many ways to serve young one.”

“I keep forgetting you’re over a hundred years old and then Sandy tells me you served a guy whose a hundred thousand years old?!”

“Apophis is one of the oldest System Lords indeed, and he has been a soldier most of that time.”

“I can’t imagine fighting someone with that kind of experience” the youth said.

Remembering all the times they sparred, remembering Horus Teal’c agreed whole heartedly. “It is not a pleasant venture; Peers are quite formidable not solely for experience but power as well.”

“Well, thanks for the fight. I’m going to make sure you didn’t give Syl a concussion”

“The one with golden hair?”

She laughed “Yes, her, you rang her bell kind of hard let me make sure some of her brains didn’t leak out.” She turned to run towards the group of youths who were reacting to the cheers and acceptance of soldiers they figured would hate them rather well in Teal’c estimation, before she turned and added. “You’re everything we were supposed to be Master Teal’c thanks for showing me what we can become.”

He bowed as she took off, pleased on some primal level to have achieved what Sodan code referred to as harmonizing between warrior’s souls.

………..

“Five of us, over the whole afternoon..” The shocked voice belonged to a man a few months shy of his twenty fifth birthday. Tall, broad shouldered and proud with blond hair and piercing blue eyes that earned him the nickname Captain America when he played football in High School. He enjoyed the game, even if he did have to hold back to avoid outing his past. But being a test tube conceived super soldier seemed to pale as far as secrets were concerned, his life might have been weird but “I spent an afternoon fighting an alien while space marines cheered us on and placed bets” was never something he expected to tell his girlfriend when he got home. Granted, she worked for the Groom Lake facility so dollars to donuts the woman had texted someone to bet on her behalf.

O’Neill slapped the youths back “Yeah, the Big guy’s a heck of a fighter, but from what I could see the differences weren’t that extreme between you two.”

“Yeah, maybe, he’s not as fast as me on the run. But his reflexes are better than ours, he’s twice as strong as me at a minimum but it’s more the stamina.” The All-American youth shook his head laughing. “He’s got way more in the tank than any of us, I was getting stiff after ten minutes with him and he went at it for hours with us between rounds and I think he ever broke a sweat until the end of it and the experience.” He went silent giving Hammond a conceding nod. Originally, when they’d heard about the assault on Cheyenne Mountain on the people who rescued them from a life of misery and an early grave, they had all wanted to help. When they learned the extent of the threat and learned that the enemy deployed super soldiers well. The decision was obvious to do what they could to help both settle a debt and serve the country that brought them into the world.

“It’s different for us, we don’t have any experience going up against people like us or stronger. I get the impression he did that his entire childhood and beyond even if he did spend the last however many decades riding a desk.” It was surreal to hear a guy both admit he was a supercentenarian and also the youngest person appointed to his post as “First Prime” and "War Master" which essentially meant head of an alien military, one that was apparently the finest in the universe.

“I wouldn’t mind serving on one of your Stargate teams all the same, it’s just I don’t think we’d be that much of a difference maker. I can talk to some of my siblings and see how many wouldn’t mind reenlisting. But I think Doctor Fraser is right, that we’re better off lending you our enhanced brains then our enhanced muscles.” There was a paused before he added. “And those of us who don’t want to serve in combat cut probably be used in the private sector to help disseminate the tech you guys seem to want to reverse engineer any way and to help with analyses.”

Jack didn’t say much, beyond nodding in agreement. It didn’t sit right with him anyway, these kids were born in a meatgrinder they didn’t deserve end up in a situation where they might potentially be KIA’d on an alien world or lost in a Stargate anomaly or something. “Can’t speak for the brass but when we get funding for a few extra Stargate teams hiring you kids as civilian consultants in beating ass might be doable.”

“Oh, I think, I can convince them to let you guys serve in a forward capacity, as to the other suggestions I’ll forward them up the line but I think you can expect to be contacted in a few weeks, that should be enough time for your large family to talk it over.”

“Thank you, Admiral, both for the chance to meet Teal’c and for the offer.”

“Feel free to give me a call any time son.” The two saluted as he watched the youth collect his siblings, their chapter in this whole sordid affair was done for now but he wondered just how many of America’s orphans would eventually serve under him and call his mountain home.

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

Aaannnd here we go!

Hope I haven't botched the unbotchable and the opening for this ep is decently engaging.

………….

P3X-797/Devorias

“Jaffa with Frog looking helmets?” Kowalski asked trying to remember which System Lord those belonged too as he gazed down at the team of four Jaffa in green and brass colored uniforms each one wielding staff weapons that seemed like they could turn into a riot baton like rifle similar to the weapons used by the Serpent Legions.

“This is bad, they belong to Heqet.”

“Haqet?” Johnson asked.

“That is how many pronounce it but its Heqet.” Ardys answered back, from her position below Johnson, she was doing her best to practically kiss the ground next to the fountain they had all decided to hide behind.

“And why is this bad again?” Kowalski asked, he was trying to remember all the details on the System Lords Teal’c provided, something about her being as old as dirt and ruling a small and isolated realm.

“Heqet is the only System Lord I’d say compares to a gangster I’d say. She’s cruel, cold, remote and resentful, supposedly she hasn’t even shown up at court in seventeen thousand years. She’s also corrupt, I remember reading a news report that Prince Osiris had accused her of turning her domains into a haven for pirates and currency laundering after Kronos was defeated.” Ardys seemed oddly nervous, the usually fearless Nebari seemed to be somewhat subdued. “But why are they here, so close to the House of Aether’s domains..”

Kowalski didn’t know or care, if they were more like thugs than the usual Jaffa, he was used to encountering than the warriors of Hyrkoon currently throwing javelins and arrows at the bastards who started shooting up their version of an open-air shopping mall seemingly from the moment they stepped through gates. Maybe if he…No, it was crazy, would this old witch’s soldiers even know about earth if they were that remote and she was that apathetic to the universe? Well…one way to find out.

“Johnson, stay with the ladies.” He barked causing the dark-skinned soldier to not. “Yessir.”

“Oye, don’t do anything stupid.” Doc Isa hissed. “Lahm’ll kill you.”

This was probably stupid, and his wife was probably gonna kill him for it, Kowalski thought as he suddenly broke from cover and darted towards the firing. -I need to lose weight- Kowalski grumbled, hiking his kit and his guns shouldn’t have been this hard even if it was hot as hell. As he ran he noticed two teenagers, or what looked like teenagers (One of them was yet another female Nebari.) being held by warriors of Hyrkoon who were protectively shielding them. Kowalski passed them and fired overhead a series of warning shots before shouting “JAFFA KREE! NEJA’ TAU’RI!”

“Naturu’ Tau’Ri!?” came a metallic voice.

Kowalski nodded. “Charles Kowalski, Colonel, space force Nejahu!”

Behind him, Kowalski heard Menestros roaring for his men to cease their futile assaults and focus on the burning furniture and carts.

There was silence, before their helmets came down and they raised their staff weapons. The leader was a tall gaunt man with aquiline features and a long nose with long and smooth white hair with gold streaks. His eyes were a dark green and his eyes glowed a dark purple making Kowalski step back slightly, causing the Jaffa to his right, a teenaged girl with blood red hair and slightly orange skin laugh slightly. “Hassak Tau’Ri.”

The leader, evidently a snake raised his hand and introduced himself as Bisu a great grandson of the Countess Heqet System Lord, guardian of the winter winds and Goddess of rain, wind and seasonal change (and a bunch of other nonsense he didn’t listen to.), a lord of a sector in her domain and something comparable to a police commissioner or chief. Apparently, these guys were his personal security.

By this point Ardys had skidded over with the rest of the team and had begun translating for Kowalski. Who wanted to know what Menestros was harshly demanding of them, why they had fired on them.

“They unwittingly harbor a pair of fugitives. One that I admittedly wouldn’t ordinarily apprehend it just so happens that they were in the same establishment I was dining in when my Jaffa bodyguards noticed them. I ordered them to not move, they ran, I pursued. As to why I was firing on his men, in my zeal I fired through the gate before we entered it. Admittedly this is a gross breach of protocol, but this world hasn’t been surveyed in ten thousand years, we believed it was uninhabited. We are deeply sorry for this. It is why we maintain a rule that we do not fire through a Chapa’ai if we do not know the address.” As Adrys translated, Kowalski couldn’t help but shudder at how oily the dude’s voice sounded. About seventy percent of that was bullshit, thirty percent the truth and to the prick’s credit he did seem ashamed of his error in shooting through the gate. But there was something off about all this, why in the blue hell would a snake police chief personally pursue someone even if they had caught that person at a restaurant by coincidence. Why hadn’t he just called for reinforcements discretely while waiting and pretending to know nothing, furthermore two wanted criminals hanging out in area frequented by high end law enforcement? The female of the pair a Nebari who appeared to be sixteen or so with long hair braided that dangled below her waistline tugged on Ardy’s shoulder then whispered something that made the minor Goa’uld noble scowl and Kowalski sighed in frustration.

“Under the articles of cosmic law imposed by the will of mighty Ra and noble Thor, my husband and I formerly request asylum among the Tau’Ri. In Hathor’s name, please grant us mercy and protection!”

Kowalski twitched.

Something told him he couldn’t ignore this request even if Earth didn’t agree to any such treaty given the way this Bisu character acted like it was all over. “She’ll have to be given an Asylum hearing, that’s not something I can grant or reject…But for now, I can’t let you take her.”

Menestros seemed to know enough about cosmic law that he offered up Hyrkoon as a neutral venu for any such hearing with a smug look on his gnarled face which made Bisu look like he was ready to either have a stroke or resume shooting but instead he let out a curse and raised his hand. Looking from Kowalski to Ardys he hissed. “So be it, but know this, she is wed to a terrorist and a traitor, an oath breaker and a threat to her grace’s domain and its internal security. Any world caught harboring them will be considered an enemy of my great lady and her domain. Irrespective of what some Princling and arrogant Judges have determined in regards to you..Tau’Ri monkey!”

“Really?” Kowalski fired back the moment Ardys was done translating for him. Alright Charly, time to bluff! Based on what little you remembered about the frog lady. “Did Grandma hag give you the authority to threaten two independent planets in full contrivance of universal law and in full defiance of a ruling handed down by your highest court and with the support of the House of Ra itself?”

Menestros chimed in, asking if he was willing to embroil his mother in a conflict with a world she wronged when her enforcers launched a preemptive attack this close to the domain of Athena. For someone who rarely did business with other worlds, this cagey old soldier knew a shitton of stuff about cosmic law and intergalactic gossip.

It worked though, the snake let out a hiss and stated that he wasn’t qualified to participate in an asylum hearing, that his uncle would be coming in his stead, that like the Tau’Ri monkey, he needed to notify his own superiors.

That must have galled him, the man probably ruled a few dozen planets and was the head Five-O but he still needed to turn over such matters to a bigger fish. Good! He deserved it for acting like your average ATF bum and lighting up a bunch of innocents.

“Alright Lord Bisu, see you in oh I dunno five standard days by Imperial Calendar?”

“Is there any other sort of day? Monkey.”

On Earth or in space, there was nothing more pathetic than a pissed off civil servant with a chip on his shoulder. The group stalked off, dialing out just in time for him to turn and hear Doc Isa gasp in alarm as the male of the group (Who appeared to be mostly human) who had a nasty shoulder wound let out a hiss followed by glowing purple light out of the eyes when she had rubbed alcohol on it.

Glowing eyes…Damnit! He forgot, only the System Lords used that voice, which was why Bisu flashed the glowie eye thing, to let everyone know they were speaking with a snake not a normal space man. It was the mandatory greeting the snakes were supposed to give and it seemed like the boy waited until then to do.

Did the Nebari kid know she was married to a snake? Wait…was the Nebari? He turned and glared at the girl who sheepishly let her eyes flash a green glow.

So these two were descended from peers, color coded eye glows…Green for the ones who inspired Japanese mythology and purple seemed to be connected to Heqet.

Had they just inserted themselves into a snake blood feud?

Ah shit Chuckles you dumbass…

“Oi…What did I get us into.” He muttered.

And today had been such a good day…

 

[Spartan303]

This is good. Earth seems to be advancing on all fronts and becoming well known. Not sure if its infamy or fame...or the same for them. But its something at least.

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

This is good. Earth seems to be advancing on all fronts and becoming well known. Not sure if its infamy or fame...or the same for them. But its something at least.

They blew up Ra and are the forefathers of so many denizens of the universe. Those things were always going to put them on the map. So far they've managed a decent reputation as upstarts with integrity.

The trick's gonna be keeping that rep with people like Kensey around playing the games she plays.

 

[adam417]

Is the human test tube super soldiers concept from some other sci fi?
Quite like how you've changed the plot so far. I'm very curious to see how you weave it the episodes concept's as well.

 

[The Immortal Watch Dog]

Is the human test tube super soldiers concept from some other sci fi?

Why yes it was.

Though it was a shoutout, I may not do anything with the X-5's. At least until Atlantis when I plan to have an Earth character end up bonded with a snake and on the mission.

Quite like how you've changed the plot so far. I'm very curious to see how you weave it the episodes concept's as well.

Fundamentally...At least from what I can gleam from that freaking trainwreck of an episode. Is that the plot of emancipation was two starcrossed lovers and something about feminism..

I'm gonna keep the young lover part...but make it a little more complex and relevant to the overall story. And we'll get to see a little more of Goa'uld culture.

Namely, how they treat halfbreeds and the overall apartheid system between the different Goa'uld species. Though since I'm not a Hollyweird writer with an agenda none of you guy's are gonna get lectured.

You might hate me for how the episode ends though, but for different reasons....Well maybe.

I haven't decided if I want this episode to end in tragedy or on a high note yet.