trans_9 | Sobek the Immortal: Bringing a God to His Knees [Closed]

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Sobek the Immortal: Bringing a God to His Knees [Closed]

Who: Daniel Jackson, Vala Mal Doran, Eva, The Master, Eleventh Doctor, Jamie McCrimmon
Where: Kalimba (planet side)
Summary: A small crew goes on an archaeological expedition to a jungle planet, where System Lord was imprisoned. Taking Daniel as his host, he captures the crew and tortures them, while rebuilding his fleet.
Warnings: Violence, torture, gore

((Part One and Part Two here))

As time drew on, there was no sign of Stacy, rescue parties or of a single landing pods. The typhoon season approached closer with each day, rain and wind spattering the leaves on some days, varying between intense heat and humidity on other days. The megafauna in the jungles had grown more active too. The earth rumbled under their feet as they starting their migration amidst hooting calls and croaks. Throughout the varying weather, one thing remained constant. The hive of activity around the three step pyramids never ceased, slaves either taking shifts or in the most fanatical cases, working themselves near to death or to death. It was like this all across Kalimba. The call had gone out with the instructions for the slaves: work was to begin on restoring the Crocodile God's fleets underneath each step pyramid all across the planet. They were his Chosen, his Children, and he would ensure they were rewarded for their faith.

The complex swarmed with slaves and guards moving weapons and parts. Sobek and his personal guards were also in and out more often as the fleet began to take shape, often traveling to other sites to check on progress. Stones fell away from each ship as far as the eye could see. More and more of each ha'tak was revealed, while lines of human bodies went inside to work on the interiors. If the number of step pyramids that towered through the jungle were any indication, his fleet would be massive.

((same as Part 2: run your own posts with each other, more private threads with Sobek are available at the start. Part 3 does not have to immediately include end-plot stuff. If you want more CR amongst each other or your character being messed with by Sobek, please do!))

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Vala

((Taking place some time after this))

Some time later, Eva had been returned to her cell, looking whole once again, despite the brutal attack she'd made on herself and by those of trying to get in the System Lord's favor.

More time passed, maybe a week in the Kalimba calendar, and then the guards came for Vala. There were many more this time, boxing her in completely as they navigated the labyrinthine tunnels of the step pyramid. Sections of the wall had been uncovered, and it might even look familiar to Vala, more and more like the pyramid ships in her universe. The slaves worked fast, and would work faster still, even until many dropped of exhaustion.

The Jaffa seemed on edge, even on high alert, and it wasn't because of Vala. They treated her with as much caution as terrier that might bite at the heels, an inconvenience and annoyance at best, but the helmets creaked and whirred as each guard scanned all the corners and turns, all the dark places an assassin might hide. Finally she was taken to the room that Jamie had watched the mass execution. The long curtains fluttered in te breeze through the window. A lounge had been moved in since then, along with a few pieces of furniture. Several of the guards broke rank and swept the room, and finding nothing, left her, closing the door behind them.

Sobek was alone, his back to her. The God leaned over the balcony, hands curling and uncurling restlessly on the banister as he looked down at the training camps below.

None of it made sense to Vala, she'd had ample time to reflect on her purpose here and why Sobek was keeping her alive, but every time her mind drew a blank. Eva's purpose had been evident from the beginning, both in his intentions to use her as a host for Ammitt and in the obvious pleasure he gleaned from injuring her. As was the torturing of the Doctor too, he wanted his knowledge. But he didn't appear to want anything from her save for letting her slowly waste away. And then here were his Jaffa taking great care to transport her safely, checking every corner for threat.

Maybe it was Daniel, maybe he was to some extent persuading Sobek that she should be kept alive. That thought made her smile. Even when she'd been brought to him, he'd treated her simply as trivial entertainment. Almost as if she was just a pet to be admired and teased. As the Jaffa marched her though the pyramid her mind worked overtime trying to figure out how to manipulate him, to elevate herself in his eyes somehow. She needed more freedom, that was her key goal. She wasn't going to be able to affect any change while she was kept caged up and starving like a neglected animal.

Stood in the room, there was a part of her that considered just making a run for it, hurling herself over the balcony and hoping for a soft landing. She'd made more risky escapes in the past, her mind wandered back to a time before ever arriving on Earth and launching herself through a glass window to career down a snow covered hill shooting blindly behind her at any potential pursuers. It had taken hours to remove all the tiny splinters of glass. It felt like a lifetime ago, she wasn't even sure if she'd have the energy now.

Vala teased her hair into something more presentable, biting her lip and pinching her cheeks to bring some colour to them before this monster that had taken her Daniel. If she was just his pet, then she was determined to be a pet that he would want to see more, one that he might treat better.

"So is it my turn to strut naked this time, or yours again? Because I forgot my camera if it's yours." She'd wanted to wait subserviently for him to speak first, but the lengthy silence save for the flurry of activity outside proved too much and her mouth kicked into gear before her brain did.

His chest was once again whole, skin unmarred by the burns from the ribbon device, the broken ribs healed as Sobek turned a little to look at her, taking in her state The flicker of concern and worry was brief but even the God couldn't hide it. Not one of his worshipers back in his time would have dared make an active attempt on anyone he'd indicated interest in. They would have thought it. Wished hard for the chance to do so, but dare act on it? He would begin meting out the rest of their punishment today, but he had to check on Vala first. Perhaps even take her with.

Vala was still alive. The relief was mutual, Daniel's just as strong as the System Lord's. She was in one piece, other than being malnourished, and no sign of an assassination attempt. He covered up the uncertain look with an aloof appraisal. Vala looked slightly better than before, or at least she'd taken some effort to make herself presentable in his presence. Good.

Daniel cringed in embarrassment when Vala spoke up. Sobek had made his point to both parties here, using Vala's interest in him as a weakness, exploiting her, and humiliating his own host while he was at it, making sure he knew where he stood, and Daniel wanted to bury it just like everything else. Which wasn't going to happen. Sobek took it in stride, not even bothering to hide the gleam of pleasure in his eyes that the human appreciated his body. As any should when confronted with divine perfection.

"You haven't completely broken," Sobek sounded amused. "Or maybe you have."

The flash of concern as he turned to her was brief, but she caught it. Either it was Daniel, or he really was keeping her for a purpose she had yet to fathom. Despite it being quickly replaced by the look of a prospective buyer looking over a slave in a slave market, there was more to it than the simple inspection he would have her believe. She stood tall, with an arrogance that she'd spent years perfecting, inside he made her more uncomfortable than she would ever let him know though. There was a hot prickly sense of humiliation rising in her chest, yet her jaw was held high as he looked her over.

"Is that what you're trying to do? Break me?" Vala actually laughed at that, a sneering superior laugh at the ludicracy of his statement. If he had known Qetesh, then Vala was drawing everything she could from her to stand her ground and match him. "If I'm broken, you aren't the one that can take the credit. Besides the menu being a little disappointing, I've stayed in much worse penal facilities." Her words were for Daniel's benefit, she was fine and she'd dealt with worse. But she edged them an arrogance that a Goa'uld like Sobek wouldn't be able to see past hopefully, an arrogance that was meant to impress him. Well either that or she'd just piss him off, she was hoping the former would ring true.

The eyes that traced up and down her remained aloof and alien. The smile lifted, a light Daniel smile. "No, I suppose my host and yourself can take credit for that."

Neither of them thought her broken, just judging by how she stood and looked at them. It pleased the God greatly. Not the host he remembered from Quetesh, but he could see that the God would have taken this one without a second thought. Just like Quetesh had on that day on the battlefield, Vala stood her ground against him. Even though the Quetesh he knew had been eventually forced to run or die, eaten alive, she was the only one to have survived a face to face encounter with him. Once Sobek had gotten past the initial rage at his failure to kill her, just like the other Gods, he'd realized it had pleased him that she had managed it in the first place.

Vala really would make an excellent replacement, the host he should have been given first. It would have been disappointing if she'd cracked so easily, but the last time he saw her only confirmed that his current vessel was her major weakness. Despite what Daniel knew of her, Sobek didn't think Vala would leave without him.

"You will make yourself useful."

Edited 2012-02-06 08:54 (UTC)

"I thought I'd already done that. That was why you allowed me the healing device after all."

She hated that he was using Daniel's voice, for all the Goa'uld speech affectation was grating and weighted with unnecessary self importance, for once she would have preferred it. It was discomfiting and keeping her calm in his presence was far more challenging than it should be because of it. There was a constant rattle inside her that wanted to lash out at him. It was her own fault, she should never have allowed herself to feel about Daniel the way she did. Her time in the cells had allowed her far more introspection than Vala had ever had, and the conclusion was she'd never make herself this vulnerable again about anybody. Not that that helped her now, she couldn't undo her mistakes and go back to the way she'd always been before SG-1. Sobek was right in one respect, she wasn't going anywhere without Daniel.

"And apart from being eligible to be one of those ridiculously skinny fashion models now after being on your starvation diet, I'm not sure there's much else I can do."

Sobek smiled at her, a touch of fondness coloring the expression, in the way one grudgingly admires an animal that suddenly showed some spark of intelligence and the brief, pleasant surprise that came with. She, out of the others, was at least a quick study, and had taken her lessons to heart, taken her first command - heal the others - and performed it without question. And now she was, in her own fashion, asking what she could do now?

Vala pleased him greatly. It would almost be a shame to use her his next vessel, when she had the promise to be a perfect lo'taur. She already felt something for his host, which ensured a certain amount of loyalty and care. Given training, of course. The thought tempted him for a moment. If the files and her own memories were anything to believe, she had the fighting experience to make herself useful next to him on the field of combat and could be trained further. He let himself consider the possibilities even further. Sobek's eyes pinned her down, this time too reptilian to read what was going on underneath. He could see her on the battlefield, bloodied and brilliant next to a force of nature, the sight unparalleled, then serving his needs out of combat, the envy of the surviving Goa'uld. She had some willfulness left, but if it could be channeled properly, it wouldn't be a handicap.

No, as tempting as the thought was, he wanted her more as a host. There was no other.

The System Lord reached out and touched her wrist, more whim, some hidden compulsion than anything deliberate. It was a light, feathery brush, as he ran the knife-sharp talon tips over the veins of her inner wrist, blood he could let out in an instant if he desired. He kept the hand with the ribbon device out of reach.

"You're worth more to your God as servant than rotting in a cell," Sobek said, as if coming to a decision. His voice gentled. "You needn't suffer so."

Edited 2012-02-11 22:47 (UTC)

His smile sickened her, or was it that she'd managed to produce that reaction from him that sickened her? Either way Vala thought she could feel every hair on her body stand on its end under his gaze. Against all her more base instincts though, she managed a cold smile in return. She needed three things from him, food, more freedom and a modicum of trust. Only with those at her disposal could she even attempt to come up with any sort of plan.

If she had to smile where she'd rather send a spray of bullets at him, then so be it. It was a means to an end. She had to remind herself of that. Sobek's last meeting with her had her doubting her true alignment. He'd likened her to the Goa'uld and as flippantly as she'd tried to dismiss the idea, it had struck a chord within her psyche that she'd not been able to shake since.

No, this was a means to an end. She was manipulating him, she was in control. She repeated the thoughts in her head, even if they themselves were evidence of her Goa'uld like nature. Vala could just as easily be as feral as Eva had proved to be when he touched her wrist, but she bit it back and allowed him to trace over the blue lines delicately with that stomach turning underlying threat.

It paid off. Vala didn't thank him, nor did she even so much as lower her head in gratitude, she simply smirked. It was far more cold and manipulative than Daniel had probably ever seen from her, but how he viewed her didn't matter anymore. If she could eventually convince Sobek to take her as a host, then he'd never see her again and she'd rather he thought she wanted it, than was offering herself as a martyr.

No reply but a cool smile. No denial either. Vala made no attempt to jerk her hand away from her God's touch. There was no gratitude, no prostrating herself as any of the other of his people would have. She merely sat there and waited, smirking but otherwise submissive, as a good slave should. It was the same smirk he'd seen on Smith's face, except he knew something about Vala that gave him a clearer picture into her mind. He knew where she would go.

Sobek let their hands go down to her hands, brushed her fingers, and settled on her hipbone. The claws flexed, just a fraction, to let her know not to go anywhere.

Yes, he could only trust her safety in his presence. Even his Jaffa hadn't been enough to prevent the sheer numbers of slaves from attacking Eva, and Sobek cared far more about preventing the same from happening to his future vessel. His presence, and his presence alone ensured her continued survival. Perhaps she needed a taste of what was in store for her. All she had to do was see into some of the slave's eyes. He still had business outside to attend to.

"You will attend to me for the time being. When I desire you at my side, you will be there. When I don't wish your service, you will be gone until I have need of you again."

She could do this, she had to do this. She still didn't know if it being Daniel's face and voice made it easier or harder, but it was a constant reminder of why she was doing this at least. She had that, regardless of how much more uncomfortable it made her. She wouldn't bow to him though or kneel. She needed to prove her strength, the same pride that would stop her from doing it would only strengthen her case that she would make a better host. She needed to sell herself to him, and Vala of all people knew what a Goa'uld would hope for in a potential host.

Even with his claw dangerously resting on her hip, the talons pressing gently with menace ready to pierce her at any moment, Vala managed to keep her stance. Breath held in fearful anticipation of what he'd do next, she flinched only momentarily before resetting herself. Every muscle had tensed with that flinch, forcefully willing herself to relax underneath his touch.

She'd faced less attractive prospects of men touching her or worse to get what she wanted, and she'd put herself in those positions willingly. This was no different just because they were a long time ago, or that it was Daniel, or that it was a Goauld. It was like riding a bicycle, a skill you never forget.

"I might need a weapon when I'm not with you." Vala suggested cautiously looking over her shoulder towards the door. "Jealousy can get very ugly."

He caught the flinch, the smile twitching into a smirk. The claws scratched into her skin, easily slicing the flesh. Just a mark here and there. The question pleased him, and he stroked the curve between hip and ribs approvingly, cold metal on skin, before parting from her. Eva had been returned to the cell in better condition than she'd left in, and perhaps Vala had pieced things together, or perhaps her own survival instincts, already stronger than most Tau'ri, had clued her in. Rather than live in fear, she wanted to be ready. And unlike Eva, she wouldn't risk death.

A certain degree of self sufficiency was needed in a close servant, especially if it kept her alive and still in his service.

"You are safe in the presence of your God. However. I will consider it," was all Sobek would say. Neither a yes or no. He could keep her around, everywhere, and that alone would promise her safety, but in order to serve him fully, it wasn't efficient. If she was killed or injured...

The look that came over his face was anything but pleasant. He was only reminded of what he would carry out, the continued punishment of the blasphemers. It looked predatory, dark, something that promised eternal suffering, but at the same time, there was a flicker of anticipation. "I have matters to attend to this cycle. You will accompany me."

Edited 2012-02-12 08:32 (UTC)

The whisper of air that she sucked in between her teeth was the only evidence that he'd cut her to an onlooker. Vala barely moved, resisting the urge to recoil from it with a control that she even surprised herself with, even as the metal blades continued to her waist in a mockery of tenderness. Damn, that hurt like a bitch. It was Cam's voice she heard in her head saying that as she glanced down to the bleeding slits in her side. His southern drawl making it seem comical and enabling her to look at it like an outsider to her own pain sensors. Keeping this up was going to be tough. Of all the Goa'uld she'd come across, none seemed to revel in their sadism quite the same way he did. He was more than power hungry, he thirsted for blood.

Vala could only imagine what business he was referring to, but she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be signing off a few requisition forms. Not if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. She would focus on the layout, the few trips out of her cell that she'd been allowed were barely enough to get her bearings never mind have an overall picture in her head. The more he took her with him, the better. And with the fact there had been no direct refusal of her request, things were looking promising.

"Lead the way then." The blood from her side spilled over from the gashes and threatened to slowly spread over down her thigh, but Vala stood there as if he'd simply asked her to walk with him. She made it look like the arrogance and aloofness came naturally. The reality couldn't be further than the truth, Vala's front was being well tested.

Edited 2012-02-12 17:44 (UTC)

TIME SKIP

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The slaves were hard at work within the bowels of the main step pyramid as the Crocodile God, his guards, and Vala swept past. One or two looked up at Vala, then quickly hid their heads. News of what happened to the blasphemers and what would happen was spreading through the slaves, and quickly.

Death gliders were, under Sobek's instructions, also undergoing restoration now, as well as the primary systems of each pyramid ship. The slaves may not know the inner workings or exactly what they're doing, they are only allowed, in their minds, to assist in their God's magic, but they follow their God's instructions to the letter. Here and there, a death glider hovers, then returns to its stand.

A sole Al'kesh came into view. It was the only one fully restored at the moment, and this they took. Sobek remained lounging on the dais the entire time while a Jaffa sat at the controls, smoothly piloting the ship over trees and more step pyramids. There were two other Jaffa in the room, along with Vala, keeping an eye on her. The ship glides low over the jungle line, a bloated metal beast that flooded the air with a low hum that seemed to vibrate bone and skin.

Hours passed. Vala was free to walk around with a guard, and for the most part, Sobek ignored her. The jungle was just beginning to peter out reluctantly into plains when the ship slowed. More pyramids dotted the landscape, constant tributes to the God across the planet. Turning in place, it began to lower. Gears shifted, the drone of machinery changed pitch. Below, slaves were coming out from the buildings to see what the noise was.

The God stepped out into a sizable settlement hugging the line between jungle line, a rolling prairie and a massive lake. Just like before, the slaves already outside, upon seeing him, fell to the ground, pressing their heads to the grass.

Edited 2012-02-12 21:48 (UTC)

The journey had been fairly uneventful. The Jaffa that had flanked her as they made their way through the pyramid were about as helpful as two pieces of wood at answering Vala's questions, and equally useless at knowing how to handle her. She'd hastily grabbed food as they'd left, and none of them knew if she should be doing that or not. Vala was already testing her newly found limits, and grabbing what she could while she could. She'd even grabbed a swathe of thin gauzy material that had hung by the door and wrapped it around the slashes in her side as they'd first moved out in Sobek's wake.

But she was piecing it all together, it didn't take a genius to work out that the entire slave populace was working on Sobek's fleet. It made sense that the work would be sizeable, she had know idea how long the Goa'uld had waited in stasis for a host to come along but judging from just the undergrowth and disrepair the pyramid had been in when she and the Doctor had first ventured into its depths, it wasn't just decades.

The Al'kesh they were in was like an antiquated version of the Al'Kesh Vala knew, improvements she knew she could make rattled through her mind. Not yet, she'd suggest something in good time. One step at a time, patience was the key here. Start showing interest in his ships too soon and he'd suspect an ulterior motive. She knew that by simply rearranging the sublight engine crystals she was sure she could stop that irritating vibration though. And God it had been tempting.

Dutifully she followed like a good lo'taur when they arrived, it almost felt like a betrayal of the others and of Daniel that she hadn't attemped anything. Gaining control of the ship would have been simple, the crystal panel had been easily accessible the entire time. But haste and impulse had already seen her thwarted once. Vala would have to find patience somehow, not a virtue she was blessed with - more so after months of being kept in a cell. If anything she needed her strength fully returned anyway.

If only these people knew she thought as they stepped out into the settlement, prostrated before a parasite that cared nothing for them besides their productivity.

Sobeks eyes slid to Vala, then down to the makeshift bandage she'd wrapped herself in, but the God said nothing as he swept past. The Jaffa planted the staff weapons in the ground, and stood as sentinels blocking the way back to the Al'kesh. Vala was left standing slightly ahead of them.

More of his Children came trailing into the crowd that had gathered and like the others, prostrated themselves. One man came out, carrying on him the most beads and trophies around his wrist and neck that announced him the village leader, and seeing the God, pushed himself to the front line of the group, falling to his knees. Unlike in the throne room and around the main complexes, there was no droning. No singing or chanting. The muffled whispers died in the hot air. The only sound was the rustle of breeze against grass and water from the lake.

The System Lord stepped out alone. He crossed the plains unhurried, and compared to the drab colors of the settlement and its clothing, the people's bearing, looked like something out of a forgotten legend.

He finally came to a stop before the chieftain. Sobek put his hand on the man's shoulder. The man started to look up but balked, unwilling to put his eyes on something so far above him. In response, the Crocodile God cupped his chin and firmly tilted his head up. From where Vala stood, it seemed like the Goa'uld was speaking to him softly, smiling a little as if he was asking for a favor from a colleague. The man blinked, paled, but then stood and scurried off.

Minutes later, several of the villagers were selected from the crowd and brought in front of their God. Sobek glanced over at Vala and caught her eye.

Edited 2012-02-13 00:46 (UTC)

Was he serious? It was sweltering hot out here and just because she'd salvaged her first proper meal in months didn't make her strong enough to stay out in this heat for any length of time. As it was she was surprised there was any flesh for him to cut on her hip in the first place. Okay maybe Vala was exaggerating a little to herself but this heat was baking and she was weak and light headed.

Her retreat was well and truly blocked though, whether it was for shelter or escape. Even if she attempted a run into the cover of the jungle, she'd have to pass the Jaffa first.

Sobek turned to her and she could only take a deep breath to steady herself against what she feared was about to happen.

Warning; VIOLENCE/GORE (R)

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Vala wasn't the only one feeling the heat. Behind her, sweat beaded down one of the Jaffa's arms and slid down a bicep. The other shifted from one foot to another after awhile. This kind of heat was different than the jungle they were used to, with the welcome shade behind them. If the Jaffa were more uncomfortable than that, they weren't going to show it.

The selected slaves all appeared related to each other, and to Vala, this couldn't be a coincidence. They were taken to the edge of the jungle, and tied down to stakes hurriedly driven into the ground by other villagers, and then shackled to each other, ensuring that there was no escape. The villagers behind them whispered amongst each other, the reason for the God's visit sliding from person to person with the speed of a spreading plague, and then one by one, turned to watch uncertainly.

Sobek strode up to the first human and bending, a hand resting between the man's shoulder blades, whispered into an ear. Their offspring had dared to attack one of his Chosen, and this punishment was on them all now. The entire family line was to be wiped from his planet before they continued their disgrace. The man looked up at him, confusion and fear draining the color from his face.

What happened next was messy and sudden. There was a crunch of bone and something splattering and tearing, blood spilling and an ear-splitting shriek of agony. Sobek walked onto the next, leaving the slave tied to the ground gasping in shock, hunched over, ribs suddenly cracked and splayed out, open to the air like gory wings.

Edited 2012-02-13 06:54 (UTC)

Watching the scene unfold was like standing in a dream and being unable to affect anything. Nausea overcame her as she rushed forwards to try and stop him, instinct kicking in and wanting to saving the others from the same fate. There was no forethought or plan in her mind, as soon as she moved the Jaffa picked up the staff weapons from their sentinel positions though and Vala helplessly dropped to her knees after only a few steps.

Bile in her throat rose and whether it was the heat or the fact her stomach wasn't used to the food, or the hideous display before her, Vala felt her stomach kick. The contents of her stomach were too much to keep down and try as she did to suppress it, the third wretch saw her splatter the ground with vomit.

There were similar reactions from some of the worshipers in the crowd, the same bitter splatter on the grass and dirt, several low moans of distress, but no one rose to help her or their neighbors. Vala was left where she knelt, the Jaffa ready to move again should she try to stop their Lord. Other than stepping forward to stop Vala, they alone made no reaction to the punishment their God meted out.

The Crocodile God moved down the line, repeating the same on each single slave, and there was no major effort on his part, the same as slicing open prey. The air soon sweetened with the heavy smell of blood, rang with the crack of bone. He was just as unhurried as he was walking out to the group, methodical and remorseless. It took over an hour to finish. Some would succumb soon to shock, but some, some would remain alive longer.

Sobek stepped away finally, splattered with blood and looking satisfied. This blasphemer and his line had paid. He had several more trips to make before he would be appeased.

The chieftain dared look up, looking sick in the face, and seeing what was in his God's eyes, nodded hastily. No words were needed. These were to remain where they were. They were beyond help and had been since their offspring transgressed, and now they and the village had been cleansed. The jungle would creep in and consume them, however long it took.

Sobek turned and strode back towards Jaffa and Vala. It was time to head for the next village...

Edited 2012-02-13 20:02 (UTC)

The horrific scene continued to play out and Vala could only watch in horror, unable to do anything to save these poor people. They can't possibly have done anything to deserve anything of this magnitude, they were just simple villagers. Farmers with children, young children who too had to look on in horror, cowering behind their elders as Sobek ripped open the bodies of simple farmers as if they were nothing more than cattle.

She should have stopped it, she'd have died trying but she should have stopped it. The idea that she could save Daniel from this had made her value these people's lives above him. The tears behind her eyes that she wouldn't dare to let spill stung as much as the baking dry heat on her back.

Qetesh had been brutal, but this was just sick, his hunger for power and control was tainted with a perversion she'd rarely seen in any Goa'uld. She had to stop herself thinking about Daniel and how he was dealing with this. With any luck these memories would be buried so deep he wouldn't recall them easily. She knew there were events her own mind wouldn't allow her to remember of Qetesh.

"Was that really necessary?" Sobek was walking past her and she dared to question him, even as her own side still bled and he was decorated in the blood of innocents. "You could have just killed them."

Sobek let the questioning slide. Today clearly made an impact on her already, but she was an outsider after all, his ways were still something she would need to learn. Perhaps Quetesh had done things differently. The other Goa'uld had fought like a demon on the battlefield, but even she couldn't stomach the fate that had been waiting for her. On the other hand, Vala had already seen what happened if she tried to sway his followers. She knew the consequences. A simple question here and there would be permitted.

"It was," he said simply. "This jungle desires the offering of fresh blood. I have given back to Kalimba and cleansed this taint from my land." He stepped towards the Al'Kesh, and the guards turned quickly to hem Vala in, eager to get back in the shade. The God himself barely took note of the heat, other than to bask in it. He was mid-way up the ramp when he turned back towards her.

There was a trace of good humor in the blue eyes. "After I've finished my business, you need no longer worry about your safety when away from my presence."

Edited 2012-02-14 14:24 (UTC)

The days passed and Sobek didn't relent in his 'cleansing Kalimba of the blasphemers' blood lines'. It was nothing short of horrific, at times inducing flashbacks of her own time as a Goa'uld. Memories she'd suppressed for a reason. If he was teaching them anything it was that he was a vengeful and bloody God.

Vala had tried to distract him on one occasion, tempt him into staying on the Al'kesh and leaving his revenge behind in pursuit of other pleasures, only for him to view her advances as if he was humouring a puppy briefly before he rebuffed her completely.

She'd thought that was what he wanted her for, she couldn't think of another reason he'd want her by his side, not after he'd clearly refused her offer when they'd first arrived and then kept her locked up and near starved to death. It was the only tool she had aswell, and she wasn't averse to using it in the sudden panic of the moment when she'd realised there were yet more to be slaughtered.

Vala felt like she was achieving nothing more than getting herself fed better, and with that came its own set of guilt issues. He'd said she could have a weapon when he wasn't with her, but so far she hadn't been out of his sight.

The Al'kesh set down in the main Courtyard and she couldn't help feel relief that the ordeal was finally over. Although what was next was anybody's guess. All Vala had achieved was that she was healthier physically and had acquired a change of clothes. Her eyes shot to the tiny windows of the cells wondering if any of the others would be able to see what could only look like a betrayal.

Sobek was still covered in dried blood as he crossed the courtyard. By now, he was almost completely splattered in it, arms covered all the way up to his shoulders, chest splashed. The stuff was now almost blackened on his skin, cracking like magma cooling, some flaking off like ash as he walked. The God seemed relaxed, the muscles of his back smoothing like he had been temporarily released of pressing need, as if he'd just taken a much needed vacation or come off a round of incredibly satisfying sex. He barely spared a glance at the cell windows but did take note of Vala slowing. Unthinking, the God reacted, splaying a hand at the nape of her neck and then firmly steered her into the building. The prisoners were no longer her concern. Her duties and her God were. Vala looked much improved with sunlight and proper sustenance, and her continued insolence, if subdued in comparison to her outburst in the the throne room, had quieted itself in the face of his justice, if temporarily.

Her attempt to appeal to him sexually had amused him, but in the end, Sobek didn't have to think about brushing her off. The idea of a God consorting with a lowly human. She was attracted to his vessel, true, but Sobek didn't belief she offered her body out of a sudden faith. There was a devious streak to Vala he could respect. The attempt to distract him from carrying out the cleansing was obvious. It also failed.

Word spread fast of his Will, preceding the Al'kesh like the winds before the typhoons. If that wasn't enough, their God's appearance, caked in blood, was enough. Now no slave would look directly at this woman who was obviously favored highly by their Lord. Several turned their back, eyes averted, and scurried away. There would be no more attempts.

"Draw my bath," the System Lord said, then he was gone, vanishing into one of the tunnels and leaving Vala with the Jaffa and her first order.

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There still had been no weapon forthcoming as promised, Vala thought as he issued his command. It was easier to just focus on the practicalities of survival rather than if anything of the past week or months had affected her. If they had, which they undoubtedly had, Vala was so adept at brushing everything away under a cover of innuendo and sarcasm it was merely second nature to pretend as if everything with herself was fine.

The jewel encrusted dagger by the fruit bowl, meant for slicing the succulent flesh off in slivers presumably was slipped into her waistband before she'd even had chance to consider it. If she'd looked around to see if the Jaffa was watching it would have been too obvious. A bold move was far less suspicious than one made behind furtive glances.

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