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Betad by Priapus, Beans
The Guild of Gamers, the Dungeon Master
Chapter 04: Chulak
— Dorian Morgan —
In truth, I got lazy after my mischief on Nittri's planet. Every single Jaffa in my Empire (of one planet) has been upgraded by Calexa, freeing them from their dependency on the Goa'uld and dealing the final blow to those who still prayed for Sokar's return.
Dominica has finished her divine mission, bringing the tribes back, and that's left me with a lot of low-intelligence men that I kinda want to get rid of. They're too dumb to be in the gene pool of my Empire, so… what to do with them?
Well, toss them in the meat grinder that is the Astra Militarum, of course. Much like I did for the Sisters of Battle, I've built a new Imperial Guard training facility on Netu and sent all the fake Mongols there. I've summoned some more NPCs to help, a Commissar and a small squad of Cadian Imperial Guardsmen to whip them into shape, and blessed the facility to increase their learning speed. Yes, I'm giving them more training than just slapping a lasgun in their hands and pointing them at the enemy. I'd like to get more use out of them than an hour into their first deployment.
With the increased automation from Calexa's work and factories being 99% of the work on Delmak, I've found myself with a lot of people with nothing to do, so the Imperial Guard has found itself with plenty of volunteers. Some good old-fashioned propaganda about fighting for your people, empowerment and other bullshit had them lining up to serve.
In truth, Dominica broke their will so much that the idea of learning how to become 'true warriors' heavily appealed to the tribesmen. Their furs have been replaced with flak armour, their sticks replaced with real weapons as they're put through the brutal training to become something useful to me.
I told the Cadians that with enough planets conquered, I'd have the power to restore Cadia itself. I almost pity the poor bastards being trained by the entirely Cadian training facility.
"Stand proud, my Wrath. Your deeds have formed the first step toward our true expansion," I praise, stroking Dominica's hair as she kneels before me.
She was distraught at how many of the tribesmen she had to kill to get them to fall in line, but if I wanted them all to come back alive, I wouldn't have sent the girl with a giant chain sword to recruit them.
Besides, she did amazingly. She brought back thousands of tribesmen and women for me to put to work. She was rewarded with a lot of sex, which is one of the reasons I really like Sisters of Battle. I'm literally paying her with my dick and she thinks I'm being generous. The women have been split between three 'positions'.
The most faithful of them have been sent to the Sisters of Battle. I've summoned some novices to help Valeria train up the rapidly growing order, and set up an Order Hospitaller to train the less physically adept of them in the art of medicine and healing. Their culture doesn't allow women to fight, and it is not easy to wipe that away so quickly, so directing them toward becoming healers and missionaries instead is a step in the right direction.
I remembered that their planet had some plants that made really good anaesthetics, so I've moved them over onto the terraformed moon where we can grow them.
The older women are being trained as midwives and caregivers, but there weren't that many, oddly enough. Turns out old people don't really… survive in a tribal culture. Most of them get sent out into the wilds when they're no longer useful. As such, they're eager to be useful in this new clan they've joined.
Finally, many of the women have been recruited into a new program that I have set up. As I told Dominica, a hundred women and one man can be just as effective as a hundred women and a hundred men when it comes to breeding.
Especially when I'm that man.
The third role is to be pregnant at all times, but it comes with an incredibly easy life. They live in a massive complex that puts their tents to shame, and their sole purpose is to get pregnant and stay healthy for their pregnancy.
Nobody was forced to join it, and I barely had to give them a nudge to get them to volunteer. They are used to the chieftain having multiple women, and I'm a far stronger chieftain than Tug-tug or whatever his name was. It's an honour to be bred by me, and it kept me busy once they settled in.
I need my numbers to grow, and having an entire facility full of young, beautiful women who live to breed is going to help out a lot. Plus, my children are going to be stronger, faster, and smarter. I've made sure of that.
Eventually, I'll expand it to have the less-appealing ones bred by my most loyal and skilled men, but right now, I shall bear this incredible burden alone.
Egeria gave me a scolding look when she found out, but again, they're more or less volunteering, and she can't deny that they're happier here than they were on their home planet. Mostly because I claimed that I'd seen that their Stargate was going to become active soon.
Sure, I didn't mention that it was SG-1 and not the Goa'uld but she doesn't need to know that. As far as she knows, I saved these people from becoming slaves and besides, she didn't like their culture either.
Partially because one, exceedingly optimistic, tribal idiot tried to break into her chambers and claim her while she slept. I have to give these guys credit, their ability to ignore reality is almost impressive. Who looks at a nine-foot-tall superhuman and thinks, 'surely I'd win because I'm a man'?
'Yes, I, random tribesman of no importance, can overpower and rape the genetically superior super-amazon who stands four feet taller than me, because I have a penis and she doesn't. There's no possible way this could end badly for me.'
Egeria literally snapped his neck with a single hand, and her complaints about me sending all the men to be turned into soldiers vanished. She isn't so naive as to think that they'll integrate with our society instantly, and won't let others suffer for the sake of preserving the tribal culture. Separating the men and the women will help us advance both sides of their culture in the way we want it to go.
They're an entire culture of rapists; having them living with the rest of us is just asking for trouble. The Guard will beat that behaviour out of them. Luckily, their martial culture meshes well with their new military life. They've learnt to adapt to the boot camp training fairly well, coming from an already rough and savage lifestyle, all I'm doing is adding some discipline to that aggression. They've learnt the benefits of obedience to their new God, and the Imperial Guard comes with almost as many mandatory prayers as the Sisters of Battle. The point is, they're adapting well to their new lives.
Well, once the Commissar shot a few of them to make examples for the rest.
Finally, the children. They're the easiest to deal with. I've built a new academy to make them more useful and also to indoctrinate the ever-loving fuck out of them. Egeria is once again very mixed about that, because the uplifting is obviously good for them, but she's not overly fond of the children being taught to worship their God-Emperor.
I let her set the actual curriculum, and she can't deny that giving the people of Delmak a chance to be more than meat for the brutal factories and mines is a good thing, but also… I summoned some non-combatant Sisters of Battle to be the teachers. Yeah, those kids are getting super indoctrinated.
As a pair of soft hands massages my shoulders, I smile. I told Dominica to bring Nya back, and I'm actually impressed with myself because I got her name right.
In the episode, this cutie was the reason that… Adu? Abu? Apu? No, that's the dude from The Simpsons. I always liked that guy. Liked his hot wife more.
Fuck it. The dude who kidnapped Sam. That guy. Yeah, she was the reason that he kidnapped her because he tried to trade her to her father, the chieftain, in exchange for Nya.
Obviously, the much stronger chieftain said 'go fuck yourself' and kept Sam anyway, but the point stands. Sam goes through her big damn hero arc so that Nya can marry the one she loves, instead of being sold to another chieftain for an alliance, and they leave with the tribes treating women better.
Only, that lasted for like three years while the chieftain was a dude called Moughal, who already had more progressive thoughts on women since he actually loved his wife. Once Abu, the dickhead, became chieftain, he undid all that work and made women into property again, undoing the entire episode and making Sam feel bad when she found out that they hadn't actually made a difference.
Yeah, I read the novels and as a Samantha Carter fanboy, I ain't having it. Anything that makes Sam sad must be obliterated with holy bolter rounds.
So, I took Nya for myself as my concubine. I have to wonder which of the Sisters taught her how to give massages, because she's pretty good at this.
Abu did try to challenge me for her, amusingly enough. He seemed to think I was weak because I had women fight for me. Long story short, he pulled out a knife, and Dominica shot him with a Bolt Pistol.
He died in one shot. She emptied a clip into him, reloaded, then emptied a second clip into him for good measure. Just in case. I think the krak grenade onto his corpse was a little too much, but I do appreciate her enthusiasm.
Adieu, Abu.
Moughal was sad his son died, but he's also much smarter than most of his people and knows that clinging to their culture would be their end. I had Calexa use the funny DNA machine to de-age him a bit, mostly just to see if we could.
Nirrti really did waste one of the most powerful gizmos the Ancients left behind, because that little gadget is hilariously powerful. Of course, only the truly faithful benefit from being immune to age itself, a gift I give to my most loyal and useful people.
I'm letting Nya get used to her new position. A part of me does want to throw her down and take her as my prize, but she has just lost her father (who she isn't mourning, admittedly) and her 'love', so I can wait and let her get settled into her new life in the Imperial Palace.
As upset as she may be, it's easy to woo someone who was living in a tent a week ago with silk sheets and grand buffets. Plus, while she didn't want to marry the tribal chief dear old dad had sold her to, she does still come from the same culture where women are property, and she doesn't actually hold being claimed as a prize against me. Living in a palace, with servants tending to her every whim, eating the finest foods and clad in the finest silks, it's far too easy to make the teenage girl decide, 'maybe this isn't so bad after all.'
Looking over Delmak, I smile to myself. It's shaping up nicely, and the rest of the galaxy still doesn't even know we exist. Sure, the Tok'ra are going to come and poke their noses in eventually, but Egeria is here so they won't be a problem.
Oh, and Nirrti, but we didn't leave her anything to actually lead her back to us. She's mostly running in circles because she's too paranoid to tell anyone else about what happened, and had nothing to go on.
So, as long as I keep my head down, maybe grab a few more tribal planets, we'll be in a great position to start the crusade in a year or two. Probably faster, given the way I've 'blessed' the various buildings to increase efficiency.
…I'm not waiting a year, let's do something fun.
You see, my original plan was not to really mess with Stargate Command too much. Leave some breadcrumbs like I did on Simarka to let them know the Imperium exists, but not really derail canon too much.
The more I change, the less useful my foreknowledge is. That said, there is a dangerous problem with that. I have the restraint of the teenage boy that I actually am. I've already poked enough to send some serious waves through the timeline, so relying on metaknowledge is going to be a mistake anyway.
The reason I'm bringing this up is because the first episode has begun. We are officially in Season One, Episode One.
Senior Airman Carol Weterings has been kidnapped from what will soon be Stargate Command, and Sha're and Skaara have been taken from Abydos and taken to Chulak.
Soon, Apophis will present Carol to his queen, Amaunet, who will find her an unacceptable host causing Apophis to kill Carol. Then, he presents Sha're and Amaunet takes her as a host, triggering the entire plot.
…Apophis is such a prick. Wouldn't it be really funny to ruin his big event, on his capital planet? He's inviting Goa'uld from all over the galaxy to come and select hosts from the men and women he's abducted. How embarrassing would it be if this entire event went to shit?
"Hey, Dominica?" I mumble, enjoying the tender ministrations of Nya. Despite my half-assed tone, Dominica stands to attention immediately. "Wanna kill some more Goa'uld?"
The look in her eyes tells me that I've said all that I need to.
— Sister Valeria —
In truth, she was nervous.
Not at the God Emperor's plan, of course, but at herself. She had been tasked with training the female Jaffa into a new fighting force of the Adepta Sororitas, and today was their first true test. They hadn't been trained for long, but under the divine blessing of the Benificent God-Emperor, they had trained hard and learnt fast.
They were Constantia, who had gone through the rite of severing by burning their former Goa'uld larvae in holy flame, but not true Sisters yet. Still, she had faith in the ones she had picked for this task. They weren't clad in Ceramite Power Armour or armed with Bolters, as they had not yet become full Sisters of the Order of the Severed Chain.
Instead, they wore black flak armour and wielded lasguns, courtesy of Calexa-Nine. She wasn't entirely fond of the odd tech priest, but it was good to have the Adeptus Mechanicus around to supply their troops.
The God Emperor had jokingly claimed that he'd taken inspiration from the Tyranid for their plan, specifically the Shadow in the Warp that cut off the planets from outside help.
Once they arrived, the God Emperor would bless the Stargate in a way that prevented anyone from leaving or arriving. It was possible that reinforcements would arrive through space travel, but that took far longer than the Stargate and was highly unlikely as long as they acted with haste.
The God Emperor had blessed her helmet to be able to scan for Goa'uld presence, and her purpose here was clear. They were to send a message to the System Lords that this galaxy was theirs no longer.
Looking over the small squad she assembled, she was humbled to see no fear, no doubt, on the faces of the novices, even as they prepared for their first battle. Today was the day they dealt a blow to the xeno scum who had enslaved them, and she could tell they were ready to lay down their lives for this cause, should it prove necessary.
"Remember the Words of Devotion, Sisters. Keep faith in the God Emperor within your heart and do not falter before the xeno slavers or their forces," Valeria ordered, leading them in a brief prayer as they waited for the signal.
By the bolter shell, flamer burst and melta blast, the xeno and the heretic would be cleansed of their sin of existence. She prayed that she would need to slay no traitors today, as her students were tested in the fires of war.
The revving of a chainsword made her smile, seeing the eagerness on Dominica's face as the Emperor's Wrath placed her helmet on. She'd serve as a good example for the novices.
And a better example for the few heretics that were unfortunate enough not to be cleansed of their sins this day.
"I understand your desire to deliver their well-deserved retribution upon them, Sisters, but remember our mission. This is a rescue mission, not a purge," Valeria reminded her bloodthirsty sister. "The captured humans who would be forced into becoming hosts for these parasites, they are our targets. We are to strike at the very heart of this Apophis' empire and retrieve those he stole."
"I know. If I get a chance to purge Apophis, I'll take it gladly, but the Emperor's plan comes first. I would never put my own desires before Him," Dominica replied, semi-scolding. "His Queen is the bigger target anyway. If we kill her, we cut off his supply of larvae."
Sometimes, she forgot that Dominica was more than just a berserker. It was unfair to her Sister, she had been chosen as His Wrath for a reason.
As the Stargate came to life, activated by Calexa, she gave one last prayer and headed through into battle.
This was the true start of their great crusade against the Goa'uld.
— Teal'c —
It went without saying that security had been raised for this grand event. Apophis had invited both his son and countless other Goa'uld to Chulak to choose new hosts from the selection of… acquired subjects, and where there were Goa'uld, there was a risk of betrayal.
Even Klorel, Apophis' own son, was seen with suspicion and given a large group of Jaffa to both protect him and to ensure that he remained loyal to his father.
A younger Teal'c would have looked upon this event as a true honour for the humans they'd abducted, but he was not that boy anymore.
His faith in the Gods had long since been eroded through years of watching Apophis' cruelty, his position as Apophis' First giving him a vantage to see the true cruelty of the Goa'uld.
And yet, even still, when word came of an armed force invading Chulak, he did his duty and gathered Apophis' forces. The invaders were within the temple itself before anyone even realised they were under attack, and both he and Apophis assumed this was some rival Goa'uld.
Apophis had been distracted with the stolen woman he was presenting to his Queen when the fighting began, the invaders attacking with an efficient brutality that would undoubtedly make their master proud.
Apophis' first thought was to protect his Queen, and for good reason. For any system lord to be successful they needed a Queen to produce larvae for them. His second was to protect himself, and even Teal'c was mildly impressed that the 'God' put his queen first.
Apophis was a rare case in Goa'uld, truly caring for his mate and son. It was perhaps his only positive trait. Apophis immediately retreated to the most secure part of the temple where they were holding this event, taking the priestess that was currently carrying his Queen with him.
So, when it was revealed that Klorel was still somewhere in the less-secure part of the temple, Teal'c had found himself sent to retrieve Klorel and bring him to safety. Klorel was more reckless than his father, he wouldn't retreat from an invader.
He'd led a group of Apophis' honour guard to find their God's son, and these men were some of the best in Apophis' service.
The smell of their burning flesh made Teal'c wish to vomit, watching as the armoured figures cut down one of the most talented warriors in Apophis' forces with her massive blade.
"You missed a spot, Sister," another said, seemingly amused as Teal'c raised his Ma'tok staff. The sword-wielding one didn't even flinch, dashing forwards at inhuman speeds and slicing his weapon in two before an armoured boot smashed into his chest and pinned him to the ground.
Behind the second figure, he saw the squad of entirely female Jaffa finishing off the last of his men with their strange weaponry, a golden symbol proudly displayed on their heads. Gold was normally reserved for Firsts, like him, with others having a plain black mark, but each of these women bore a golden mark of a God he didn't know.
He had come down here with such confidence, to his shame. He'd heard that the invaders were female warriors and to his dishonour, he'd assumed they'd be weak.
The fight, and he could only call it that by being extremely generous to himself, had been as short as it was humbling. The two in their special armour had laughed off their attacks, the blade-wielding one killing three proud Jaffa warriors in a single swing as her Sister burnt the rest alive, a volley of red flashes blasting the men he'd led to their deaths.
Slumped against the wall, he saw the decapitated body of Klorel's current host. He was a dead man. If he returned to Apophis after this failure, he'd be killed slowly.
As such, he simply stared up at the woman who had so easily bested him with a steadfast expression, unphased by his imminent death. His only regret was that it was in the service of an unworthy master.
As the woman pulled out the weapon he'd seen blow entire limbs off his men, he stared at her unflinchingly. He'd dishonoured himself in life, he would not do so in death.
And yet, before she could pull the trigger, a golden light shone down upon them. He paused, looking around in confusion but the woman didn't hesitate. In an instant, her weapon was sheathed and she took off her black and white helmet, its red glowing eyes replaced with her cold stare.
"You are Teal'c, are you not?" the woman asked, her tone firm.
"I am."
He didn't know how she knew his name.
"The God Emperor has seen your future, Teal'c of Chulak. You are not to die in the service of a false god," she continued. "I am Sister Dominica, Wrath of the Emperor. His divine wisdom has seen your doubt, your desire to see your people freed from the cruelty of the Goa'uld."
She stepped back, offering him a hand. He looked over at where the Jaffa that followed her into battle were, each standing proud as they secured the room.
"I would not exchange the chains of one false god for another," Teal'c said plainly, rising to his feet. Dominica snarled, but the other heavily armoured woman placed a hand on her shoulder as she took off her helmet.
"Peace, Dominica. He doesn't know," she said calmly, her face more relaxed though still clearly alert to any potential threats. "I am Sister Valeria, of the Adepta Sororitas. These women were once slaves to the Goa'uld parasite known as Sokar. Now they are members of the Order of Severed Chain. Each of them has been freed from the parasite within their body, and through faith and discipline they have been born anew."
He froze at that, disbelief coursing through him, but one of the Jaffa stepped forward at Valeria's order. As she exposed her stomach, Teal'c stared in shock at the missing larvae pouch. And yet, they still possessed the benefits of hosting a larvae? If he removed his larvae, he'd be too weak to move within hours.
"The False God Apophis has stolen many innocents to present to the 'Gods' under his command. We have been sent to liberate them, to save them from a fate of torment and imprisonment within their own bodies," Valeria continued, and her knowing tone sent shame through his body for his part in this. "Aid us, Teal'c. The God Emperor has seen your people's plight, and called for a crusade against the Goa'uld. The Grand Imperium will see your people freed from the cruelty of the Goa'uld."
"Even if Apophis is slain, another Goa'uld will invade Chulak," Teal'c said, knowing he was wavering.
"Our Lord can disable the Stargate, preventing any from coming here through it. They may arrive in their fleets, but such a thing would take time, time we can use to prepare to drive them off," Valeria swore. "The Imperium protects its own."
— Dorian Morgan —
…are they trying to take over Chulak with less than fifty men?
Well, fifty women.
That… isn't what I told them to do. They're such overachievers, aren't they? I only sent that golden light to get them to spare Teal'c since he's cool.
Hey, I'm not complaining. Chulak has a larger population than Delmak, and that's a lot of potential followers that the girls are trying to recruit.
Wait, how much energy would I need to…
Oooh, I'm onto something here. I'm so damn smart.
I pause for a moment, before calling for Calexa and Egeria because this isn't the kind of thing I should try without double-checking the numbers first.
But if I wanted to show off my godhood, this is one hell of a way to do it. Good luck finding Chulak, dickheads. I'm not taking your followers, I'm taking the entire fucking planet home with me.
— Carol Weterings —
In truth, she didn't remember much after having been taken to the leader of her kidnappers. She'd been fighting against the men holding her, and then there had been a light from his hand and she couldn't remember anything from there.
Waking up naked, laid on a slab in some ritual-looking room, was not a situation that any woman wanted to find herself in. She was mildly relieved to see the corpses of the men who had kidnapped her in the first place, but as she watched one of the golden-armoured men be literally bisected by a chainsaw sword, she had to wonder if she hadn't gone from bad to worse.
As she scrambled to her feet, the chainsword wielding woman paused, seeing her panic. The only pro she could see to the current shitty situation she'd found herself in was that the only men around were currently staring at their own intestines instead of her naked body.
"Peace, Carol of Terra," the woman said, putting her sword away as she nodded to the armoured squad behind her.
"How do you know my name?" Carol asked, watching the woman take off her helmet to reveal a scarred but attractive young woman with a fleur-de-lis tattoo under her left eye and short white hair. Terra? Did they mean Earth?
"The God-Emperor foresaw your death at the hands of Apophis, the false god that kidnapped you. In his wisdom, he sought to change that fate," the woman explained, reaching into her pack and pulling out an outfit similar to the uniform that the female squad behind her was wearing, black military uniform with some flak armour pieces. "I am Sister Dominica, of the Adeptas Sororitas, sent to rescue those captured by Apophis."
As confusing and disturbing as her statement might have been, Carol wasn't going to refuse clothes.
"You mean this God Emperor can see the future?" Carol asked, unable to hide the doubt in her tone. Before Dominica could respond with more than a brief scowl, a golden glow engulfed Carol and her mind was flooded with images and memories.
She saw herself being dragged into this room, put into a trance by the light she could remember, but then… she was stripped, presented to some hideous snake-like creature, and found wanting.
She gasped as she watched herself die, tossed aside like garbage.
Then, the image changed and before she could be presented to the snake, word reached her captor of an attack, and he left, leaving her behind without a second thought.
"A vision from the God Emperor himself? Such a blessing," Dominica breathed as Carol blinked rapidly, her vision clearing.
She should have died here. Had this attack not happened, she'd have been murdered by her captor for failing to impress a fucking parasite.
"I… what happens now?" Carol asked, well aware of the power difference here.
"The God Emperor has plans for you, undoubtedly, but I do not know them. My mission is to rescue the captives and put down as many Goa'uld as possible," Dominica admitted with a bloodthirsty grin. "You are a soldier, yes?"
"Senior Airman of the United States Air Force," Carol agreed, seeing the mild confusion on her saviour's face before Dominica shrugged and pulled out a bulky-looking pistol.
"Close enough. Take this Laspistol, shoot the ones in the golden snake armour," Dominica ordered bluntly, and Carol hesitated for just a moment.
A part of her said to point out that she wasn't in Dominica's chain of command, a US Air Force soldier shouldn't take orders from whoever Dominica was.
The bigger part of her said grab the gun and get some payback. She'd focus on getting home after she got out of here.
— Sister Valeria —
In truth, she could not help but doubt herself. Their mission was complete, they were supposed to pull back but was this not a chance to take Chulak for the God Emperor?
She felt his presence, warm and approving, and took a deep breath as she smiled. They may have gone beyond the boundaries of his plan, but he did not disapprove of their ambition.
Teal'c had helped them get to the caged prisoners, and she'd sent a small group of her Constantia Sisters to guide them back to safety, under the watchful eyes of the God Emperor, their faith helping them avoid any patrols as they extracted the targets.
But she was not satisfied. The cruelty and brazen audacity of the Goa'uld filled her with hatred, a rage that burned hotter than promethium. It seemed that in every galaxy, humanity was beset by scum that would enslave and abuse them, and these Goa'uld deserved a thousand deaths for their crimes.
"Sister Valeria, we have put down the Jaffa resistance outside of Apophis' shelter. The false god cowers in his hole. Sister Dominica and her… liberal application of grenades has collapsed the tunnel Teal'c warned us about. Apophis is trapped," one of the Constantia reported, making her smile darkly.
Dominica had been sent away, but not before putting her impressive collection of explosives to use. Valeria was genuinely impressed that Dominica both carried so many, and was able to collapse the tunnels without bringing down the entire temple.
"He will have his most loyal men by his side. I suspect he has begun to doubt my loyalty in the passing months, which is why he sent me away," Teal'c explained, his no-nonsense attitude growing on her despite his heretical nature.
He'd be given a chance to learn before she judged him too harshly.
"Fifteen, most likely. They will have set up a defensive ring around him, aiming their Ma'Tok staffs at the doorway," Teal'c continued, making her nod in appreciation. "They will not falter, not in the presence of their God and his Queen. You will have to kill them all. He surrounds himself with the most devoted, even his death will not make their faith falter."
Impressive, if misplaced. A shame they would die serving a false god, but she simply nodded. It brought Teal'c no joy to make such claims, the deaths of his kin weighing heavy on his soul, but he was a pragmatic man.
They had broken some of the Jaffa Serpent Guard, as Apophis called his forces, but it made sense that the false god would surround himself with the most indoctrinated of his followers. Their deaths would be a necessary sacrifice to the enlightenment of their people.
Seeing the doorway that they had undoubtedly turned into a kill zone, she hesitated. Her armour was powerful, but could it withstand that many direct blasts? She would not see the treasured relic her God gave her damaged, it was worth more than her life. Nor would she order her squad to their deaths unless it was truly necessary. Dying in the service of the God-Emperor was an honour, but only when your purpose was done. He would prefer their enemies be the ones dying, not his followers.
What would Sister Dominica do in her position?
…pulling out a krak grenade, she tossed it through the doorway and listened to the panicked shouts for just a moment, the blast silencing them all. She was starting to understand why Dominica insisted on carrying so many.
Few situations could not be improved by reducing heretics to a fine paste on the walls and ceilings.
Shouting in the tongue of the Goa'uld reached her ears, the voice strained and panicked despite its best efforts to hide its fear, and she took that as her time to move.
Entering the room, she realised why Apophis sounded panicked as she looked at him desperately looking over the shredded body of the priestess who had carried his Queen. In their arrogance, the Goa'uld would not give one of their kara kesh to a mere Jaffa, not even one carrying his queen.
Which meant, unlike him, she had no shield for the blast.
Apophis turned to her, rage and hatred on his face. The same face twisted in bafflement as she simply punched him in the nose, hard. The crunching told her she'd shattered his nose, squashing it into his face as she grabbed his arm and ruthlessly snapped it over her knee, ripping away his golden toy as he screamed.
"Shol'va!" Apophis spat out at Teal'c who watched with something that may just be satisfaction on his often-blank face. "You will die for-"
Her knee silenced him as she brought his head down and slammed the armoured knee into his face, cracking his jaw and reducing the 'god' to pained whimpers.
In an act she would repent for later, she prayed to the one true God for a miracle. It was time for the people of Chulak to see their 'god' as the people of Delmak had seen Sokar.
Screaming as he burnt alive.
Despite the incredible audacity for a mere Sister to make a request of the God Emperor, Dorian's warmth filled her body, and she knew he had accepted her brazen request.
— Dorian Morgan —
Man, we're just saying fuck canon today, huh?
I'll need to make some nudges to make sure that SG-1 still becomes a thing even after I fuck their Chulak mission to high hell and steal Teal'c for myself.
As Valeria gives her speech, I take a brief moment to pout. She's better at this than I was, her speech far more impressive than my own. And just a tad zealous.
I do like the addition of having Teal'c be the one to fire the flamer, very damning for them to see one of their own, Apophis' First, be the one to put down their false god.
Once more, I feel the wave of faith coming from Chulak thanks to the Jaffa culture of being stolen from one god to another. They served Cronos before Apophis showed up, and now they'll serve me.
But I intend to show them that I'm not nearly as weak as the others, and that means it's my turn.
I've done the numbers, Egeria (once she was through gawking at my plan) and Calexa have done the science, and with the largest expenditure of energy yet, I cause Chulak to glow. I could have bought a lot of Sisters with this energy, but this is gonna be worth it.
Because I'm not just taking over the planet, I'm stealing the whole damn thing. I wish Cronos the best of luck in finding Chulak once Apophis' death reaches him, because I'm relocating the entire planet and its moon to the same solar system as Delmak.
Who's a false god now, bitches?
"By the stars…" Egeria breathes, the slightest sliver of faith coming from her as I let out a gasp of exertion. Worth it, as I feel the faith coming from Chulak triple.
Similar to Egeria, I feel a hint of faith coming from a much older being. It's just the slightest sliver, but it's there and coming from… another plane.
Ah, hello Ancients. I was wondering when you'd notice my mischief.
— Bonus Scene — Samantha Carter
"What's taking so long?" Colonel O'Neill asked, clearly impatient as she examined the Stargate.
"Are we sure Major Ferretti got the combination right?" Daniel asked, also impatient as he looked at the Stargate. She didn't blame him, given that his wife was hopefully at the address they were trying to connect to.
"I mean, it has to be right. The Stargate has connected to something," Sam pointed out, getting their attention. "If the Gate Address was wrong, we wouldn't connect at all. This is… well, honestly I don't know what this is."
In front of them, the Stargate hummed as the wormhole fluctuated and the symbols flashed. It was clearly doing something, but this was nothing like what she'd seen when it connected to Abydos or the reports from the earlier missions. The wormhole was unstable, fluctuating and shuddering.
"Captain. I need your professional opinion. Should we pull the plug?" General Hammond asked, making her hesitate as she turned back to it. Before she could open her mouth to respond, the Stargate settled down but they all froze in confusion.
Instead of the blue wormhole they were expecting, the gate had a golden wormhole instead, with a single symbol. A large black two-headed bird in the center of the iris.
Her mind raced as she tried to wonder what the hell she was looking at, but again she was interrupted as a booming female voice echoed throughout the gate room.
"By order of the God Emperor of Mankind, travel to Chulak has been forbidden from all planets outside of the Imperium of Man. For the crime of kidnapping the subjects of the God Emperor, the false god Apophis has been sentenced to death and his capital planet claimed for the Imperium. To all Goa'uld, know Apophis died screaming and that the rest of your kind will soon follow."
"We have a God Emperor? Why does nobody tell me these things?" Colonel O'Neill drawled, getting a look from General Hammond as the voice continued in what sounded like Latin, but the meaning was lost on her.
"Some kind of message? I didn't know Stargates could be disabled," Daniel mumbled, a look of worry crossing his face.
"It could be a more advanced civilisation that has worked out how to reconfigure the gates," Sam pointed out, watching as they tested things and staring in disbelief as Jack threw something at the gate and it… bounced off.
They'd made the wormhole solid? Everything she knew about physics protested, but their testing proved it to be true. The wormhole wasn't in the almost liquid state she'd seen before, but rock solid, a golden wall filling in the gate and denying entry.
"What did the message say at the end?" General Hammond asked, watching Daniel frown and scratch his chin as he tried to translate it.
"The wording was strange, but in Latin it roughly translated to 'Glory to Humanity, may his light shine upon all the stars,'" Daniel explained, watching as the gate shut down.
She stared at the Stargate as the arguments broke out, hearing Daniel and Colonel O'Neill pushing for them to find a way to head to the address, but her mind was elsewhere.
She was the closest thing the US Military had to a Stargate expert, and she was so laughably out of her depth it wasn't even funny.
It didn't take them long to work out that Apophis was almost certainly the alien that had kidnapped Senior Airman Weterings, from his markings and the fact that he was also named after an Egyptian God like Ra, and it sounded like he had crossed more than just Abydos and Earth.
Unless she was misinterpreting the message, there was another human civilisation out there… and they seemed laughably more advanced than them.
Whether for the sake of the missing Airman, the kidnapped people from Abydos, or just because it had become clear that ignoring the Stargate was no longer an option, it seemed that Stargate Command was officially going to become active again despite their first mission ending questionably at best.
General Hammond, Colonel O'Neill and Daniel Jackson all had the same question. If Apophis had been dealt with, what happened to the people he'd kidnapped? They were still down Carol Weterings, Skaara and Sha're.
Still, one thing was clear. Earth had been noticed and they couldn't risk just burying the Gate and sticking their head in the sand.