trans_9 | Sobek the Immortal [Closed]

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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Eva lashed out so fast that even Sobek clearly didn't expect her to strike. They were caught by surprise: Daniel by how vicious the attack was, the fact she'd even attacked with her very last defense, Sobek by the fact that she even dared attack him when she was outmatched. The burst of pain, tearing and brutal went through both of them. Eva didn't let go either, she tore and bit at him, like a, Daniel's mind filled in the blanks,a human shaped Rottweiler.

The only outward sign it effected him, hidden from the worshipers, was the way Sobek's mouth twisted into a snarl, breaking the aloof mask. A low, fractured noise wheezed out, something that a human throat shouldn't be capable of making. Thick blood oozed out, coating her mouth and staining his wrist. For that one second, Sobek instinctively redirected his efforts into healing the wrist. The moment his attention was off the spinal injury, both he and the vessel felt something sharp pop in their back, a far more painful spasm. The surge of agony was intense enough to overcome the arm. Sobek instantly stopped trying to heal the wrist and went back to healing the spinal injury.

The blood continued to drip on the floor.

As quickly as it came, Daniel's face smoothed over the fury and shock. It should have looked calm, but on a human, it looked too tense and deliberately careful. His eyes flared yellow, blazing with the fury he managed to keep at bay. It took everything in Sobek's power not to rip her to shreds on the spot.

Daniel's free hand lifted as if he didn't have Eva doing her best to tear his wrist off. The God laid the clawed fingers on her collarbone, and face blank, sank the metal talons into flesh. He began to squeeze, slowly exerting his strength.

Edited 2012-01-12 22:39 (UTC)

Eva doesn't want to give Sobek the satisfaction of a scream, but she can't put up with that agony and the pain in her mouth, so she reluctantly loosens her jaw. His blood drips down her chin onto the dark wet patch forming on her own chest. She tries to keep standing but her bad leg buckles under her; her other foot slides and she finds herself on the floor, on her knees.

She can survive this, she tells herself, even as the pressure makes it impossible to inhale. She's survived worse. She survived the Yeerks with all their cleverness and technology pulling her into pieces even while she had another dying soul in her head. She's done this before.

And yet having done it before only makes her more afraid that she won't survive it the second time. She may walk away alive, but she's barely a fraction of a person from what she was before the first time. They had to piece her back together, body and soul, years of fractured attempts to cope and substance abuse and even the therapy she didn't want to need.

God give her strength.

Blood's running down her face and chest, dripping down her legs and making small pools on the floor. She feels the bone under Sobek's hand crack, and then give way entirely. The resulting spasm crunches her whole torso up around Sobek's hand. She doesn't scream, but an agonized groan and choking noise pulls itself out of her lungs unbidden.

Edited 2012-01-13 01:54 (UTC)

He removed their hand the moment he was able. Sobek shook their wrist out coolly, teeth clenched against the pain, the blood running into the twisted ribbon of the hand device. If she'd had sharper teeth and more strength to the jaw, she might have done more damage than he could deal with at the same time as the other injury. Any worse and he would have had to choose between spine and keeping the hand. The wound sluggishly started to repair before Eva's eyes. Daniel watched Sobek's calculations go through their minds. A wound that could have healed in minutes would now take hours. It wasn't fast enough. He'd now bled before his worshipers outside of battle, and worse, been taken by surprise. but the signs of regeneration would renew their faith. The urge to kill was still heady, almost had them both drunk with it. Daniel had only felt this a few times when it came to Apophis, but now it was all he could think of. He wanted to tear Eva apart. No one touched a God in this manner, and no one certainly lived.

Eva's suffering seemed to have made up for it, or at least, it bought her enough time for Sobek's fury to die down with admiration. The ferocity she'd displayed was perfect. There could be no other for his most faithful servant.

Keeping her in place, Sobek's hand remained where it was, claws embedded in her shoulder. It hadn't taken much to force her down. Daniel would never forget how it felt when bone cracked under their hands, or how much the God enjoyed it. How much he'd enjoyed the sound she made because the System Lord had. Shame flooded him the moment he was able to feel anything but the enjoyment or killing rage.

Sobek looked down at the image before him and chuckled suddenly, the double voice gone, leaving only Daniel's. Good humor took over.

"Brought to your knees twice already," he said down to her. The worshippers couldn't hear this, only the group and the guards. It wasn't meant for them. The guards reinforced their grip, one grabbing her around the neck to prevent another repeat. "You must like it there."

Edited 2012-01-13 05:05 (UTC)

It's not the pain that does her in. She can take pain. She can handle pain. She's lived through pain she'd like to challenge Sobek to imagine. She's been tortured and broken and lost a child.

It's the humiliation. His comment to her unleashes the tears in the corners of her eyes. She knows, in some place, that she can only be debased if she allows it. She can stay strong and defiant even as he breaks her body. But she can't find that willpower to feel her pride anymore. It's like the spine's been hollowed out of her.

And then she's gone, gone to a place inside her head, lost in some ethereal cavern where it's dark and wet, warm and quiet, and he can't hurt her anymore. It's just a body, after all. Just her body. Her body is nothing but a prison for her soul and he's helping her to dismantle it.

Or maybe she's just going into shock. Hard to tell. Hard to care.

Her eyes roll back into her head and she stops struggling with Sobek. Her body goes slack. The more tense she is the more damage his claws do, the harder it is to breathe around the guard's hand on her throat.

Gone in her head. Can't touch her now. It's a habit she perfected as a host. How to block out horrible sights with someone else focusing your eyes, how to dull the pain when you're not the one in charge of your muscles, how to walk away when you are rooted firmly in the flesh and bone that is your cage.

She's mostly limp, and Sobek's hand holding her up is all that prevents her from sinking to the floor.

The System Lord could feel when the fight went out of her, like life fleeing a dying animal. Broken already? The God peered into her eyes. He could feel her blood pulsing. Her heart didn't seem to have shut down, but if it had, he didn't see any reason for concern. He still had a sarcophagus, although he hadn't had a chance to test it after so many years.

Life was still in this one.Physically alive, but he'd had prisoners break over less. He hoped not. His servant deserved more from a vessel.

The fight gone out of the woman, the Jaffa secured her even tighter. Sobek removed the metal talons from the point between neck and shoulder, like a knife out of butter,taking the opportunity to twist them in the wound and drag them on the way out. With a shake of his hand, he sent the blood splattering.

Sobek took a step back. The Jaffa hitched Eva up and dragged her off.

Sobek the Immortal [Closed]

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