Sobek the Immortal [Closed]

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Planet Designation: Kalimba Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Unknown
Sentient Life: Ruins and step pyramids suggest the presence of intelligent life at some point. Currently: Unknown.
Water: 70.2% of the planet's surface. Heavy rainfall/monsoons.
Climate: Earth-like.
Landscape: Primarily jungle and swamp, some plains, severe arctic conditions in northern and southern poles.
Air: Type I (breathable)
Sky: Blue-green.
Warnings: Medium to high levels of megafauna. Watch your step. Conditions in the atmosphere make several forms of orbital scans and equipment unreliable.
Mission: Archaeological investigation of step pyramids and ruins, investigate for signs of source of abnormal energy signature in target area.

The first thing the group would notice was that Kalimba's air was humid and heavy, with a light breeze. The morning had long since burned off most of the mist, and in the distance, clouds lazily drifted onwards towards the horizon. The typhoon season was a long ways off.

The undergrowth was tangled and dense, seemingly impassable in places. Vibrant flowers and vines took up residence where some of the tree cover faltered. With limited sunlight available, it was every plant for themselves. Disturbed by the archaeology group, "birds", each easily half the size of a person and more salamander than avian suddenly took to the air in a flash of brilliantly colored wings. They were gone almost instantly, slicing through the air and leaving only the ear-splitting shriek behind.

The hill sloped down. The cover of trees broke as they came out onto the stone remains of path that must have once been heavily used. Now, just like everywhere else, massive roots and tanglers tore at the ground, slowly swallowing any signs of civilization back within itself. There were trees of all shapes and sizes as far as the eye could see, a rolling wave of jungle and rainforest. Tan and dirty gray step pyramids, all more massive than those found on Earth, and the occasional obelisk rose through the canopy cover like claws, dotting the landscape.

Stac's scans indicated much of the planet was covered in these structures, with the largest in this location. Aside from the archaeological mission, her scans also indicated the presence of an abnormal power that may be of interest.

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Part 2

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PART 2: Courtyard of Scales/Ur-Niwa

The sky darkened to a deep purple, the clouds tinged with pink and orange from the bonfire and braziers reflecting off the buildings. For the first time in thousands of years, the site was occupied. Bodies crowded in, trying to pack the square as tightly as possible as each one tried to catch just a glimpse of him. Drawn to the signal, people traveled from afar to see the rebirth of their long dead God. Tens of thousands of his children came, with more arriving each minute.

The ever present hunger, he noticed, was still there. Sobek let the chanting from the crowd wash over him, numb the need to rend and tear, to feed, just a little. He would have plenty of time to satisfy the urge once he set about restoring his empire. He’d start with that cat-headed bitch first. The thought alone was nearly enough to hold him over.

Sobek was watching the dancers when he felt the host start to become aware again. There was a black out period with most species after the initial bonding and Daniel Jackson was no different from the rest. It gave Sobek time to take the rest prisoners without letting them see the host coming to. And just like all of them, Daniel started to struggle inside. Normally he relished the struggle that always came next. This time, however, was different. With all his effort put into slowly healing their spine and keeping him in control, even letting the host get any sort of foothold so early on could undermine everything.

He didn't hesitate. Sobek generously showed him what he'd missed, the looks on companion’s face as he turned on them. Sobek then went for the jugular. The System Lord let Daniel experience the full genetic memory of their race all at once. Every act of greatness and horror, every wonder and atrocity they and all those before them committed. Every minute, hour, day. The Goa'uld had been alive far longer than his mongrel race. Thousands of years. what's happening--shock and awe- I don't--, the human's mind strangled out. Daniel shut down almost immediately under the information overload.

Sobek liked that. 'Shock and Awe'. He returned his attention to the worshipers below. He basked in the glow of the devotion as if it were sunlight. Soon his vessel would learn to submit, just like the others before him.

PART 2: Prison cell

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PART 2: Prison cell

The crew was dumped into a prison cell overlooking the celebration, with the proceeding visible through metal bars. Compared to the rest of the ruins, the cell is extremely sparse, no decorations, and a rotting wood container for water. The one for food didn’t look that much better. There were no blankets or anything to keep warm. The two Jaffa stationed outside the cell didn’t look inclined to give them any or to converse with them. They looked as immoveable as the stone making up the walls.

From the limited view of the outside courtyard and the celebration, several small figures on the largest step pyramid are visible, several large Jaffa and one slightly smaller, more wiry figure, dressed in something far more elaborate than the crowd or any of the guards. Light glinted off the helmet and the jewelry. This group looked down on the crowd. Every now and then, the Jaffa on the platform barked something out in the gravely language. The chanting, wailing and singing echoed through the room, rising and falling but never ceasing. The smaller figure spoke up once in the same language. The crowd roared the moment he was done, and thousands of feet stamped the earth, the sound rolling through the stones of the jail cell.


Thread order for prison: Eleven, Vala, Eva, Jamie, The Master

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Under normal circumstances, the Doctor would say his face had been replaced with one of those human punching bags.

In other words he was faintly surprised to find he still had a nose after getting a spear-butt to the face. For having so many squishy bits, he'd be the first to say that the chin and hair didn't do very much -- make that anything at all - at cushion duty. The Doctor groaned under his breath as he came to, giving a little jolt as his nose decided it had enough waiting around for the rest of him and began to throb and ache and generally made a nuisance of itself. His head pounded while he floundered a bit on the cold stone floor of the cell, finally blinking awake as he clapped a hand to his head and cradled his nose, in that order.

"Ow," the Doctor said, poetic as always. He tried again. "Ouch!" Okay, so Ow and Ouch didn't do much to help the pounding in his head. Worth trying! The Doctor floundered a bit more like a...well, like an oversized flounder, until he finally managed to roll unsteadily to his side and sit up.

He could see even with the poor lighting that most of the others were there with him. Everyone but Daniel Jackson who (he hoped) had the sense to run and hide instead of adventuring right into the guards like he had. Might want to watch out for the staffs. Listening to the chanting, which, by the way, he ought to recognize except for the part he couldn't, the Doctor went to check on their cell, patting his pockets only to come to the conclusion that his sonic screwdriver was missing. Lovely. If he believed in curses, he'd say this had to be cursed -- first sharks, then explosions, and now this! His old sonics suddenly seemed so much more reliable in comparison. The guards may have taken it, although he doubted they knew what it was and he was hoping they at least didn't toss it away.

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Being caged wasn't on Vala's list of favourite things, far from it. Especially by a Goa'uld, that same Goa'uld that was now summoning what seemed to be an entire planet's worth of faithful followers. For about an hour she'd paced the cell, rattling the bars desperately just to get a reaction out of the Jaffa on guard. Any kind of response at all, but even her demands in Goa'uld had been met with complete unyielding stoicism.

Eva and the Doctor had both been unconscious, there wasn't much she could do besides hope, wait and check their vital signs, both of which were fine. Well if you counted two heartbeats as fine, that wasn't exactly an immediate concern though.

Where was Daniel? All the others were here, Vala hoped to God he'd made it off the planet and back to Stacy. Hopefully reinforcements would be imminent, because with these kind of odds, thousands of them and no weapons Stacy was pretty much their only hope. She'd even checked the Doctor's pockets for his green light thingy tool, so unless she was picking a lock with a hair grip - which really only worked when there weren't constant Jaffa on guard - for the meantime at least they were stuck.

The Doctor started to stir and Vala stepped down from the ledge that enabled her to see the proceedings through the bars, wincing a little at the pain in her chest where she'd had the pleasure of having her ribs viciously booted.

"Nice to see you awake finally. We might have a bit of a problem on our hands. Sobek has returned." She was still trying to wrack her brain to think if Qetesh had ever had any dealings with anyone called Sobek. The name only rang a very faint bell and she couldn't place it, he'd been obselete since before Qetesh had ever taken her as a host. She really had nothing on him at all.

"How are you feeling? You took a hell of a blow."

PART 2: Throne room

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PART 2: Throne room


More Jaffa came eventually and dragged them all out, herding them along several winding corridors and rooms, before finally reaching their destination. The throne room was massive. Water lined the walkway, which in turn was also lined with Jaffa as the group and Eneesh were dragged up to the platform like so much offerings. Each one was forced on their knees before the occupied throne.

Sobek was already there with a group of the most faithful of his followers. They varied in age, from their teens to their thirties and forties, and all in their peak, all beautiful and completely devoted, ready to die for him if he wished it. They practically draped themselves around the God's throne, while others stood behind like a guard, all staying at a respectful difference

The host had come to him a disgrace. Awkward, half blind, and unable to carry himself with even a hint of the elegance that was befitting a god. Sobek, on the other hand, had made it an art. The System Lord made sure to rectify the flaw and dressed in his finest. He wore a helmet, a metal that was fashioned into the same twisted shape of crocodile, with deep set eyes that glowed a diseased green. It was probably the only part of him that was completely covered. The rest Sobek flaunted. The ceremonial shendyt had been perfectly preserved, and highlighted his host’s build, leaving very little to the imagination. The System Lord tapped a finger on the throne. A golden device wound around his wrist and finger tips, a beautiful gem set in the palm that complimented the rest of the jewelry. On the second tap, he could feel his host coming to again. This Sobek let him bit by bit. Daniel’s confusion and fear bled in first, poisoned with a panicked hatred that was nearly blinding as he was forced to look around.

His eyes went from each member of the party, digging through his vessel’s mind for what he knew.

"You live for the moment because your God allows it," Sobek rumbled. He wanted to find out more about them. He would allow them this chance they had to prove themselves more than mere trespassers or thieves.

[Subthreaded for differing schedules, but assume all threads are taking place at the same time and the same room until time skips. You can hear the other threads]

PART 2: Throne room -[Jamie]

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As Jamie was roughly pushed forward into the room, he stumbled a few steps towards the throne where Daniel - no, Sobek - watched them. The helmet he was wearing might have obscured his features, but there wasn't much doubt in his mind that it was Daniel's face underneath it.

Was it like it was with Kawalasky on the ship? He had seemed...well, normal, right up until he had tried to take over Stacy. And Jamie had never been certain how much of that was actually the man that was the host and how much of it had been a sham. This Sobek, though, seemed to have already jumped right to the 'You will kneel before me' type of mindset.

One of the guards forced Jamie to his knees at that point, making it abundantly clear that yes, that was what he was supposed to do right now. Even as he reluctantly knelt, he caught a quick glimpse of the others - including Captain Eneesh, who seemed agitated by the situation. He couldn't say as he blamed her, as he was feeling rather agitated himself. He shot a defiant look at this so-called 'God'.

"Oh, aye? That's very generous of ye."

PART 2: Throne room [Eva]

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Eva doesn't dignify Sobek's response with words. Only with the slight tilt of her head, nose raised a little higher in a picture of defiance despite the mouth she can't close all the way and the cuffs and the slight bow of one knee that makes her stature appear to be at a slant.

A bit of sweat is running down her temple. Her hands, too, are clammy. She stares at the space above the helmet because she can't bear to look at what she's created.

There's nothing she can say to Daniel that would help anything. No "I'm coming for you". No "I'll make sure we save you". The damage is done. They can, if they find some miraculous way out of this situation, bring Daniel an end to the physical entrapment, but the damage is done. Seven years or seven hours - rape is rape, and Daniel's body and mind have been laid open like a buffet for a ravenous and thoughtless animal.

Maybe Sobek's torturing Daniel in there. In a way, Eva thinks that's better. At least if you're being tortured in there they're acknowledging you exist. It's worse, in a way, to be ignored. To be erased entirely.

Nothing but a face and some conveniently-knitted muscles.

There is nothing to say to Daniel, and there is nothing she wants to impart on Sobek.

PART 2: Throne room -[Vala]

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Vala's knees had only buckled with the aid of a Staff Weapon. Foolish as she knew it was to resist, she didn't care. She would not kneel willingly. If they had to break her legs to make them bend then she would have found that preferable.

She was grateful for the mask at least, as much as she knew this wasn't Daniel she didn't think she'd be able to maintain such composure if confronted with his face. Let him keep his layers of pomp and forced air of foreboding, he was nothing without his host and no amount of finery or armour would change that. He was just a slimy reptile who without a host would merely flip flop desperately on the seat of that throne like a freshly beached fish as it slowly died she reminded herself.

She didn't reply to Sobek. Even Vala knew the wise move would be to pledge allegiance, to fake supplication but she knew how it felt, she knew what it was like to stand there and she had to reach out to him.

"Daniel, we'll find a way out of this. Fight him. You hid your thoughts from me, you can do it with him."

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Daniel didn't resist, eyes opening and focusing on her face. There wasn't any recognition, no gratitude, not even a plea in his eyes to kill him. He hurt too much for that. All there was left was fear of her, this face of the woman who'd shot him.

He remained looking at her, gasping, when Sobek reasserted control, jump starting his host's heart and taking control of his limbs first. Lightning fast, the hand that remained armed swung up, taloned fingers latching around Vala's throat. The thumb claw pressed dangerously against her jugular as he pushed off with his hand and knees, using his weight and strength to reverse their positions. Vala was thrown against the ground. The God planted a knee on her lower back and shoved the side of her face against the ground, pinning her. His control was perfect. Not once did he break her skin, yet the metal remained pressed firmly there, ready to open her throat up at any time.

She was held immobile easily, an insect swatted out of the air.

PART 2: Throne room - [The Master]

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The Master winced when his knees hit the floor, the pain reverberating up through his bones and lancing straight through his head. It seemed one of the side-effects of painkiller withdrawal was, well. Pain. He'd resolved to stay quiet, to listen and observe for at least a little while, but Sobek's intermittent tapping was too much.

He lifted his head.

"So this is the all-powerful Sobek," he purred, meeting this so-called god's eyes. "Love what you've done with the place. Not to mention poor old Daniel. I have to say, it's quite an improvement."

It was hard to tell whose side the Master was on-- whether he was taunting Sobek with sarcasm or trying to get on his good side. For the moment, it could have gone either way.

PART 2: Throne room -[Eleven]

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The Doctor struggled against his guards. They were oddly proficient at blocking everything he threw at them such as worming, slithering and even squirming; everything! Centuries of practice and he couldn't slide free. The guards manhandled him over without much fuss and dropped him heavily onto his knees before Sobek, the Doctor lifting his head and shaking his hair of his eyes as the supposed "god" spoke. Daniel. Daniel inside that awful helm, those eyes glowing at him like a living thing, almost seeming to pulse with a life of their own. Only it was something else inside there with Daniel, something that he had no idea what it was because he somehow hadn't met this species before.

The Doctor made sure to look right into those eyes. He'd been held prisoner probably more times than Daniel could even count and this Sobek crawling around inside the human didn't know just what he was dealing with.

"Right, so, you! Not the first god I've met, probably won't be the last!" the Doctor smiled coolly. "Are we at least alive for introductions? Important thing, introductions. I'm the Doctor. I believe the human you've...'borrowed' is Daniel Jackson."

The look he gave Sobek was anything but friendly, despite the smile. Borrowed. Sobek wouldn't be keeping Daniel or the others if he could do anything about it.

He gazed across the throne room at "Sobek", trying to see if there was any sign of Daniel in there. With the helmet and...not much else on the human, it was hard to tell. Not exactly close enough to touch and read the human psychically and he didn't know yet what the tech level was on that crocodile helm either. The Doctor kept his chin lifted, pretending he wasn't flanked by two huge guards who were far bigger than necessary.

His eyes flickered across the room, taking it in. It only took a glance. Captain Eneesh was forced into an awkward sitting position that had to be painful for her species -- he could see immediately that her her bug's legs simply weren't built for that -- and her feelers were rubbing each other and waving in agitation. She had no idea what was going on any more than they did. Probably even less.

Time Skip

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Somehow, the last few hours have cured her twitching and fidgeting. She lies on the ground, perfectly still. Moving her body, asserting control over it, seems such a petty thing to worry about now when she has so much self-flagellating to do.

Besides, it hurts too much to move. And the best self-loathing is done not through physically abusing yourself, but through lowering yourself into the darkest pools of your thoughts like a slab of meat on a tenderhook.

For a while she just sinks in the realization that she did this. This is what she did to Daniel and by that virtue, to everyone else. Including Jamie and Vala, people she likes. The Doctor, someone she cares very much about. 'John Smith', an enigma in her repertoire of relationships, but one she can never claim to be apathetic about.

All because she pushed a button. She didn't even realize she was pushing it. She didn't even feel the moment her hand slid over it and clicked something into life. Maybe she should have studied archaeology after all.

She bruised and broken and staring at the ceiling when they come for her.

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The Jaffa came for her and just as unceremoniously as before, dragged her through the step pyramid.

They took her to the very room Daniel had been infested in. It hadn't changed much since then. The torches and braziers had been lit, throwing tall shadows on the stone walls and shining on the piles of gold and offerings. The remains of the shattered canopic jar have been cleared away. Traces of the liquid that kept him in partial stasis remained on the floor, congealed but not completely gone and leading away, the blood trail blackened on the floor.

The Jaffa lowered her to the floor, more gently than they'd dragged her from the cell, and took their places at the door. Sobek stood under the broken ring transporter, head craned to look up at the hole in the floor above.

Jailhouse Blues: Eva and Eleven

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They haven't fixed her yet. She knows they could, but, for whatever reason, they haven't. Maybe you have to be infested to heal, like Daniel - it's possible, she thinks, that the healing power belonged to Sobek and other Goa'uld alone, and if that's the case she'd much rather keep the broken bones and the puncture wounds.

Now that the rage has drained from her and she's left her warm dark go-away place, it really hits her what she's done. She knows the others are receiving equally harsh treatment, if not worse, except perhaps the Master, although she suspects he'll get what's coming to him. Turncoats usually do.

But as she thinks about the others she knows she's responsible.

It was an accident, she thinks, as if that will absolve her.

And she prays quietly in the corner, crunched up like a used and discarded piece of person. Like a tissue. The damage to her torso has made it impossible to straighten herself up; that proud head is turned and twisted at an awkward angle, neck muscles working around snapped foundations. Her spine is all crooked. Her eyes are closed, exhausted of this cell she's been in for hours. Her mouth hangs open like a perpetual scream, except instead of sound only the occasional string of bloody drool and ragged wafts of air make their way past her lips. How pathetic.

She hears footsteps and opens her eyes. Someone to take her to a round of Sobek Says? Or one of her comrades being brought from their own time as Sobek's plaything?

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The door creaks open. There are the harsh guttural groans and sharp tones of Goa'uld -- guards, talking to each other, and then the sound of what has to be boot scrapping against the floor. The door opens, two of the guards tossing the Doctor inside.

He's starting to come to from whatever got him in the face back in Sobek's thrown room, just in time to hit the floor, narrowly missing landing on Eva as his human cushion. He registers that ow doesn't really describe what he's feeling right now as he sprawls on the floor. It's not the worst pain he's ever been through - try regenerating -- but it's certainly...inconvenient. His arms and legs shake, trembling on him as he tries to squirm awake in the dark. Considering how active he is normally, his squirms are feeble in comparison and rather clumsy considering how much practice he has at exactly this sort of thing. It's hardly impressive. The Doctor's eyes flutter open. Blurs. Mostly between light and dark, color seems to have stepped out for a moment and it hasn't even had the courtesy to leave a note telling him when it will come back.

Focusing past that high-pitched whine in his ears, the Doctor realizes he can hear someone breathing in the dim light. Wheezes. It takes another moment to realize that it's him. Whatever that terrible like weapon was, it exactly the same as getting mule-kicked in the lungs several times for good measure. The Doctor struggles to prop himself up, (wheezes under his breath) and waits for his hearts to stop jittering on him.

"Who's there? Human, by your breath rate." He casts about in the dark. Make that female human. Probably Eva or Vala.

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But she recognizes the voice on the ground and greater causes than her own freedom come to mind.

"Oh, Doc." Eva unfolds her body and pulls herself up off the ground; it's painful and slow work, even getting to her knees so she can help him to sit up. How Cartesian. Her body can't keep up with her mind yet again.

She reaches out and wraps an arm around his back and shoulder to help him. The wheezing sounds like thunder, omnipresent and smothering. She can't help but feel responsible.

She doesn't bother with the 'what have they done to you?' - it's obvious they've been putting some sort of screws to him. And she doesn't bother with 'are you alright' because obviously none of them are.

"It's just me." And if he wants nothing to do with her she won't blame him.

Cell - a week in, [Healing Device Available] Open

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Of all of them, Vala had been sent for last. For easily a week she'd simply been left to rot in the cell. Her food and water rations had been kept to the very bare minimum and she'd grown gradually weaker by the day. The angled lines of her cheekbones were more prominent, their hollows shadowed and there was a dullness in her eyes that failed to reflect the daylight that seeped into the cell each morning when the planet's suns rose. She hadn't been afforded the luxury of being able to clean herself since Eneesh's innards had rained a cascade of blood and gore on the group since that day in the Throne Room. Vala's hair was matted with dried bloody chunks of flesh and exoskeleton, and despite her regular protestations when her energy allowed it, she'd been ignored.

After being gone for what can't have been much more than a couple of hours, Vala was unceremoniously thrown back into the cell, dragged along corridors by her arms with nothing left inside her even to walk. Her exhausted body crumpled as she hit the unyielding dirty floor, she didn't attempt to move, nor did she cry out as her face hit the floor. She simply lay there, staring off into the middle distance vacantly. She was somewhat cleaner but clearly broken. A bruise was already blossoming on the side of her face where Sobek had overcome her, but apart from that and four parallel angry scores on her neck, she was injury free. The guards tossed in a palm sized orange jewel with two metal crocodiles wrapping their jaws around it after her, Vala didn't turn her head to look and see what it was, not even when the Jaffa barked at her.

Vala was lost in her own nightmare, she'd used the Kara'Kesh for the first time since her own time as a host, and all she could see in her mind was the agonised terror in Daniel's face as Sobek had let him take the brunt. His face as he clung to his life seemed burned into her memory in some hideous continual replay.

"Mid'cha, Bi'bo!" Pay attention, do you want it? Vala barely heard them or even saw who else was in the cell with her.

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Eva's beyond words when Vala joins her. Granted, words are pretty difficult, anyway, with a jaw broken many times over and most of her teeth knocked out. Her mouth and broken nose are like one gaping wound, and they still ooze, even days after Eva's effective ragequit on Sobek.

She turns her whole body to look at Vala, since her neck muscles are torn and mangled and one side of her face has been blinded. She wonders what it was, exactly, whether she punctured something or did herself brain damage or just splattered her eye across the floor. She hasn't been able to see a mirror and she knows better than to touch it. Probably good she can't see herself.

Vala's not looking so good either. Not as gory, certainly, but her punishment has clearly been the soul-breaking horrors of starvation and malnutrition. It doesn't surprise Eva that Vala lies on the floor right now.

Eva crawls over on her hands and knees to Vala. It's agonizing work. Degrading, even. And Vala has her pride too, and Eva doesn't want to intrude on that. Eva doesn't touch her, but she holds a hand out in case Vala would like some help to sit up.

Aid. Not pity. Not charity. Eva waits for Vala to say more.

Re: Cell - a week in, [Healing Device Available] Open

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There seems little point in moving, she can't do anything for any of them. She can't heal them, she can't offer them hope. Vala already knows the state Eva is in, so for her to be crawling over to her and offering to help she can't help but admire how selfless she is. Everything Vala wasn't, and never would be. Despite her horrific injuries Eva was offering to help. Vala who was no worse off than just suffering from fatigue. At least that was how she saw it, Sobek's psychological games had seeped in past her logical consciousness and buried themselves deep inside at her core. He'd reminded her of how similar to the Goa'uld she was, and as if to prove his point she'd tortured Daniel to the brink of his life, blind to the fact he was facing her torture alone. She was no better than the Goa'uld she had once hosted herself.

She couldn't take Eva's hand, it wasn't right that she should be helping her given the damage she'd sustained. Eva was the victim here, not her. Taking any of Vala's weight would only worsen her injuries.

"I can manage. You need to rest." She pushes herself up to her elbows, every limb feels like it weighs at least four times as much as she shunts herself towards the wall for support, legs dragged behind her like two dead weights. She has no right to make it even look like a trial, not in comparison.

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Over the past week, Jamie watched Vala growing weaker and weaker, that lack of food and water taking its toll on her. Despite his best efforts, there hasn't been anything he's been able to do about it until now.

Near the end of the period where she's gone, the Jaffa had brought a meal and shoved it through to him like they had done so many times before. It wasn't much of one - Jamie's attempt to try and set food aside before had been noticed, and while he hadn't been set on absolute minimum rations like she had, his own portion was still smaller than it would be if he had been on his best behavior.

He was still eating when she returned, and as they tossed in some bit of odd jewelry with her he glanced up. They seemed a little bit more focused on her than was usual, and when they said something in that language they couldn't understand, he took advantage of the slight distraction to wrap a bit of bread in the folds of his kilt.

Once some time had passed and they resumed their posts, he made his way over to her, keeping an eye out to see if they made any moves to come and separate them. They didn't, and as surreptitiously as he could, he went over and crouched next to her, trying to press the bread into her hand, if she let him. "Here, take this," he murmured.

Whether or not it would work without the guards taking it away, he didn't know. All he knew is he had to at least try to get it to her.