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trans_92012-01-31 05:24 pm
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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!))
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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The Doctor was convinced this was probably on purpose, calculated because the God knew just how fond he was of the humans and therefore waving that fact that he'd taken one as his host, all because he could. The Doctor knew what was behind Daniel Jackson's eyes. But there was always that split second where it still startled him to see the helm's plates fold down and there was the human's face, right down to the smile and the slight stress lines in his face.
"Did you know procrastination's an art on some planets? It's loads more interesting than the Time Vortex," the Doctor offers a feeble smile, feeling his single-heart stuttering and struggling in his chest. His expression borders on wan.
He didn't bother to ask for Daniel back. Sobek over the months had made it more than clear that he planned to keep the human and the knowledge he was leeching from him. Asking anymore would be an exercise in futility and even the Doctor had a point where he stopped giving other people second or third or fourth chances.
The Doctor's eyes followed Sobek to the device, tensing up despite himself. He wasn't entirely sure how much he'd been unable to keep and what he'd bled out himself, just that perfect shade of accidentally on-purpose off. Right now he wasn't entirely sure what would happen if -- and this was still an if - Sobek tried to use the Time engines he was trying to stuck onto his fleet of ships out in the monsoon.
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The Doctor was weakening despite the physical superiority to humans. One heart had stuttered, tried vainly to hold on, then went out, over several sessions. Sobek, sensitive to the failing vibrations in the air, the heat, thought it one of the most beautiful things he'd ever heard and felt. It never grew old. There was nothing like a heart stumbling and failing while the being was aware, struggling to push blood through the veins, and yet incredibly enough, the man continued to live anyway.
"Should you speak Truth, your death would be granted to you. Merciful. Swift. Painless. You need suffer no longer," Sobek said. It was a last out for him. In the meantime, the God picked up from the table a device that looked like a bastard child of a clawed poker, the tips as sharp as his talons, and a miniature staff weapon, the device black as soot and small enough to fit up a sleeve against the arm. Sobek held it up against his arm. A torture device, old and unoriginal, the God thought, but effective.
Sobek didn't bother to use it himself. This form of torture was beneath him. Reserved for those who didn't understand the beauty that could be made through violence.
He handed it to a Jaffa instead, who stepped up to the Doctor, and without much more prompting, stabbed the device into the old claw wounds in his side, activating the device as it buried itself in his skin.
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He had to say he’d rather live, preferably, which might not count as options one, two or even three, but in that aspect, he wasn’t really that much different from the average human. He rather did like living, even at his age! Anyway, if he had to die, he’d rather it not be by himself with Sobek leaning over him, hearing the monsoon whipping at the jungle outside and his last thought being he’d given the Crocodile God the key to time travel. The Doctor’s jaw tensed as the lone working heart struggled to work overtime, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hide just how much it hurt to have that other heart dead in his chest, knowing it was there, all the more aware of it because it wasn’t doing what it was supposed to.
The Doctor watched as Sobek passed a new sort of device to his Jaffa. Ah. Now that looked nasty with all the pointy bits and –
He cried out before he got much further, convulsing against the restraints. All thoughts about pointy bits went out the window. Light flared out from where the device had dug itself into his healing side, flashing out like a spiderweb as the energy raged through his body. He tried to instinctively thrash away from it, fresh blood already bubbling up from the reopened wound. His chest felt like it was exploding from the inside. Maybe it was. For all he knew, his last remaining heart was on its way out and he’d be dying all over again, which was oddly enough never one of those things you quite got used to despite it being a bit old hat.
His eyes opened briefly to fix on the Jaffa. The woman, broad shoulders and wearing the same armor as all the others, twisted the device after a look from Sobek. The Doctor choked as he felt a different sort of pain – something dragged back to life, his other heart giving a feeble sort of jerk in his ribcage, stuttering, failing, and then coming to a stumbling tempo as the other one struggled to do the same. By the time the Jaffa finally stepped back, the Doctor was wheezing for breath, blood flecking his mouth.
“Don’t…don’t have anything. Parties. Knitting. That’s all,” the Doctor gasped. “Trust me, you don’t want to be another Gallifrey."
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How to reach into and control it. How? Without this TARDIS of his?
The Jaffa removed the device eventually, providing a brief respite. Behind her, the Crocodile God blinked then shifted, head tilting up slightly, his gaze going off into the distance for a moment unseeing as he took in the change in the air as the Doctor's second heart jumped back to life, drumming new vibrations. Only a insignificant tinge of blood to the air, only the faintest trace of iron. The hearts stumbled on each other, then shakily resumed their twin beat.
Sobek turned to look over his shoulder. Gallifrey and the Time War could have been easily avoided in his mind, and Gallifrey had deserved to be wiped out, even if by one of its own. He would do things differently.
"There will be no second Gallifrey. There will only be my Empire, and only those that will submit to me."
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The funny thing was he couldn't seem to stop, either.
"You and submission!" Another round of coughing interrupted him, the Doctor instinctively trying to jerk his hand up only for the restraints to clank around his wrist and remind him that yes, they were still there. "Big fuss with you, submission and getting all the other aliens to bow before you. And what if there's a Gallifrey in this universe? One that's looking for someone to have a round of Time War to start things off?"
The idea was about as terrifying as Sobek having access to the Time Vortex, only Sobek was just one man - snake...worm (whatever he technically was) - and a whole planet full of Time Lords possibly at their worst was something he somehow hadn't had time to consider seriously until right now, when he was trying not to choke on his own blood. Made for a busy day! Torture usually did. The Doctor licked his lips, knowing by now that the Jaffa allowed into the interrogation rooms were Sobek's most trusted and wouldn't respond to any mind-games.
Believe him, he'd tried. Threw everything he had at them. Stubborn, even for humans!
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"The races below are weak, desperately in need of the hand of a God to guide them. Sobek said. Someone had to take control, before they foolishly stamped their own existence out. They would thrive under his will. "They too, will bow, as all others have before."
The Doctor's memories made it clear that his people had no knowledge of the Goa'uld or their technology. The Daleks were ruthless but ultimately single-minded, easily preyed on like the mindless beasts they were. The Cybermen, as good as drones. No threat. The Time Lords could perhaps prove interesting, but Sobek was confident that the combination of technologies, fused and perfected, would be enough to crush them. His fleet neared completion every day. He knew all their tactics now, all the Doctor's during the Time Wars, all those outcomes and decisions. There would be no second Time War.