trans_9 | 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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It took Sobek a second to understand what the gesture even meant at all, if only because Daniel burst out a sick laugh in their head, outraged glee and inappropriate, at Eva's cheek, and a second longer because she'd spoken in Spanish. The message became clear. Daniel's amusement shuddered into fear again. Eva didn't know what she was doing, and it wasn't like she could push Sobek into killing her. Death had no meaning here.

Sobek smiled viciously, all teeth and no humor.

The God reached out, the same startling speed that he'd used to snap the fanatics' necks, and caught her wrist. Unconcerned if he broke freshly healed bone, dragged her easily out of the sarcophagus as if she weighed nothing and dumped her to the ground amongst the corpses. The blood was fresh and heavy on the ground, splashed and stained her purified skin. Eva found herself against those that he'd killed. He forced her face to the blood.

"Explain what happened here, slave. Where is Ammit?" Sobek spat out.

By contrast, Eva feels as if she knows exactly what she's doing. She just doesn't care. What does Sobek have on her anymore? Pain? She's lived through pain, at his hand and at others. She is pain. She's a cacophony of every old memory he dredged up through his existence, of trauma that never quiets down, a katzenjammer wail of abuse after abuse after abuse caged up inside a human's living skin. Let him torture her again. Let him kill her and raise her from the dead. And let her scream herself hoarse each time. None of it matters.

Eva has never truly mattered. Why should she start now?

The blood doesn't move her. It's the blood of slaves. It might as well be the blood of dogs, except that Eva actually has it in her to feel empathy for animals but not for these sick devotees to a false idol. Some of them are dead at Sobek's hand; some of them died at hers. She turns her head and sees the knife she used, or one similar to it - it's buried to the hilt in a corpse's stomach. It teases a smile from her lips.

How different are she and Sobek after all? This is what they made of her, a tool. Tools are nothing but weapons in calmer hands. And while she's a weapon at the hands of her rage and her sorrow, he's just a weapon at the hands of his own arrogance and pitilessness.

"She's on a dinner date." Eva laughs at her own wit and rubs her newly-broken wrist.

Sobek once again found himself turning to Daniel, tried to force the knowledge out of his vessel, but found only the definitions and memories of dinner dates, nothing that actually had any meaning here. Neither of them knew what she was talking about. Daniel couldn't figure out what she was doing. She was insane. A frigid shiver went through him. Daniel couldn't look away. Had she snapped? Finally snapped?

What happened here was clear to him. A power struggle, the slaves actually through to fight their way to his favor, against his wishes. Everything but Ammit. Had she been killed by the unfaithful in the struggle? Had Eva killed her? Ammit had served as his right hand for as long as he could remember, she could not die in this manner. But she was dead. The guards had not come up with the rest of her. There was no bringing her back.

Eva wasn't answering now. Insolence. That could change. She wasn't the first human to think she could defy him. He'd encountered enough in the other System Lord's planets, right before he absorbed those that wanted to survive into his populations.

Sobek's eyes gleamed yellow with displeasure, but it was Daniel's voice that came out, accusing and harsh. "You care nothing for yourself and you don't even deserve that much. What about the others? You don't care about them either?"

His generosity was limited. Even to the human responsible for his return.

It's like the strings of a puppet being cut. Eva's shoulders slump. Her muscles go slack. She may not matter, but the others do. And her pride and stubbornness aren't worth hurting any of them over. Well, maybe John. But not the others. Not Jamie or Vala, and certainly not the Doctor.

For a moment she stares out at the bodies in front of her and it strikes her how war takes up such a tiny percentage of her life, and yet it's consumed her, body and soul. She, the weapon, the face of an empire, the lady of war. There's a piece of a man's ear in her teeth still.

Maybe if it hadn't been Daniel's voice she could have ignored it. But it was Daniel, somewhere deep in there, a victim of her stupidity and carelessness. And Sobek's using his voice to threaten the same fate for the others. She isn't worth the air she breathes, much less suffering on the backs of others.

Then she looks back at Sobek, relenting and yet still defiant.

"Ammit's dead and gone, Sobek. Torturing the others won't change that fact. And torturing me, well, I'm all but getting off on it." She licks her lips as if emphasizing that last point, or driving home what must have become Daniel's worst suspicions. "Just be satisfied with the answer that your worshippers don't respect your decrees, your guards are incompetent, and I deeply, truly, utterly and sincerely hate every centimeter of your slimy little body."

Reasonable, Daniel thought. Too reasonable after what Eva had been like seconds ago. Too reasonable in the face of what just happened and too reasonable to tell a snake convinced it was a god. Sobek read it another way, the first choice his kind would: it was her way of telling him that she couldn't be swayed by the torture or the torture of the others, that she didn't care about herself. She didn't care.

Sobek seethed. The human didn't know. Nothing useful, only the scope of her vision of these events. Of course her view of the world was limited, she was only human caught within a pathetic, human attempt at an assassination. As physically clumsy and limited in the senses as they all were, he couldn't expect too much of her. Ammit had been lost in the struggle. Useless. Dead weight. Only good as another limb to lop off if the others resisted. Maybe fed to the jungle's beasts when he was ready to move on. Without Ammit, he had no use for this woman. In the end, she played her part. He owed her nothing more.

He got to his feet, and just like that dismissed her. The God had given her the chance for glory and she denied herself that. The guards step up and pull Eva to her feet.

"You will face the rot of time, Tau'ri. You will beg for the divinity you denied yourself and it will not be granted to you again."

Eva doesn't respond to Sobek's threat, at least not at first. She's quiet as she's led away, walking with significantly more ease even with the guards holding her arms. Funny, the things you don't miss about a broken collar bone.

"He talks quite a lot of nonsense," she says when she gets back to her cell, to no amused response from the guards. Their backs are turned - whether they just can't hear her or don't care about her commentary is irrelevant anyway.

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