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Dr. Daniel Jackson ([personal profile] hi_there_aliens) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-12-15 10:09 am

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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Re: TIME SKIP

[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-02-03 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor glanced down at the straps, then at Amy's face. Amy was about as beautiful as any human -- not that he was a decent judge of that, never said he was -- but right now there was something terrible about her face. Maybe it was the lighting. Something about her didn't quite seem like the friend he'd known almost literally since childhood (well, hers, anyway. His was quite a bit off) and the more he fought against the fog in his head, the more he started to think that Something Really, Really Wasn't Quite Right here.

He found himself shaking his head.

"No," he said. His voice came out stronger. "No, I don't think you need to know. Maybe you better go back."

He found his gaze once again drawn to that corner. The eyes were back, blazing out from the darkness as a shape began to solidify: metal plates like scales, the outline of a crocodile cocking that head in his direction.
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Re: TIME SKIP

[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-02-03 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm starting to think saving me is overrated. Don't think I need saving, actually!" The Doctor was definitely recovering far earlier than any human should have, fixing a critical look at Amy and thinking that she looked downright ugly, all harsh lines and an inhuman sort of glint in her eyes. "Off with you, then! I'm busy. Go on!"

He flexed his fingers. Maybe he couldn't escape, but his head was clearing up and he could feel his hands and feet again, which was as promising as the fact that both hearts seemed to be beating just fine and he was sure they weren't alone in the interrogation room now. The Doctor looked at Amy, really looked at her, and it occurred to him that a human's face shouldn't be bubbling in and out. This wasn't his Amy Pond. This wasn't the girl who waited all those years just to take a cricket bat to his head first chance she got. This wasn't the young woman who kept marrying and un-marrying herself.

The Doctor wasn't sure what this was.

He ignored Amy as if she wasn't there, trying to struggle himself and try to work at the restraints as best he could without some imaginary friend being absolutely useless. Sweat beaded and rolled down his skin, his hair matted to his head as he began to revive further from the drug that Sobek had been pumping into him.
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Re: TIME SKIP

[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-02-05 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
The sudden stabbing pain in his side was definitely not Amy Pond. The Doctor cried out, tried to bite it back, and found it was rather difficult when y ou could feel the God’s claws trying to rip their way through your rib cage. No idea yet if he’d punctured any vital organs that were, well, vital. The Doctor’s body tried to instinctively pull away from Sobek, blood bubbling up against the armored talons and it looked as deceptively red as any human. The spike of white hot pain from where his ribs hadn’t decided yet if they were coming out of his body with Sobek’s claws, the Doctor unable to twist away as the Crocodile God brought up his other hand. The jewel in the palm began to glow, the Doctor’s eyes flaring open as he gasped and found that he couldn’t look away from the light.

It pierced into him. Questions without words. Abominations. Time and space swirled around him, threads and paradoxes and stars he’d been there to see their births and deaths. It feels wrong around you.

Time Lord. Gallifreyan -

- burned because of the Moment
.

The Doctor had to concentrate, struggling to make the connection that those words weren’t him. He could feel a presence bearing down on him like a solid thing, a wave of Other, trying to worm into his mind, force its way in. The Doctor groped out blindly. His hand brushed up against Sobek, close enough to actually make contact. The connection between them jolted as it became two-way, a shock running up his fingers into the God as he saw glimpses of Sobek’s past atrocities, working his slaves to death, punishing them. A female human, buried up to her head and exposed to the elements because her husband dared to transgress, until he begged and begged and finally Sobek saw it in him to be “merciful”. A mercy kill, apparently. That was what Sobek called it. “Mercy”. Killing the woman in front of the whole tribe and the sinner…wait.

No, it wasn’t just that. Making them watch as it took days to get to that point.

He didn’t feel sick watching it. He felt old and tired and angry, all at once, because it was another reminder that beasts like Sobek and all the others like him were out there in the universe as well.

The Doctor tried to keep his hold on Sobek even as he struggled not to lose too many of his memories at the same time. Sobek wading into battle, reveling in the gore. Quetesh, somehow escaping. A God being fallible enough to have more than just a grudging respect for another God. Gallifrey using Time itself as a weapon, killing and un-killing and killing again because the first time wasn’t enough. The Doctor’s knuckles had turned white, his arm trembling as he shook.