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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!))
Re: Eleven and the Master
He tried to fix the Master with one of those disarming smiles of his, the ones he knew would drive the man up the walls. He'd been kept alive all these months so Sobek could leech the information from him but somehow knowing the Master was out there and doing...well, he wasn't quite sure what he was doing somehow made it worse. The Doctor straightened, coughing into his arm and trying to at least look like he wasn't about to flop around like a dying fish in front of his best enemy. There was bowties and then there was dignity and at the very least he could manage sitting up like a person, right? In comparison, the Master looked like he was doing decent for effectively being a prisoner himself; he didn't look like that blond shell of himself that he remembered at any rate and he even had the nerve to look like he was having a good day, smiling at him like that!
The Doctor carefully propped himself up against the wall, using a piece of stone to (strategically) wedge himself upright so he wouldn't tip over onto his side.
"Any particular reason he hasn't had a go at you yet?" He couldn't resist asking, giving a toss of his head so he could see out of a fringe that had grown out of control the six-ish months they'd been stuck on Kalimba. It was a question the Doctor had asked himself at least once a day, when he was able to have his thoughts to himself and didn't have to try to claw onto them while Sobek did the same.
Re: Eleven and the Master
"Perhaps I'm simply more cooperative than you," he murmurs innocently, leaning into the bars and curling his hands around them. Eventually he'll get closer, get inside the cell-- he has the authority-- but for now he's rather enjoying keeping the Doctor on the other side. Alone and defeated and trapped.
"How many days has it been, Doctor?" the Master asks in the same quiet voice. "How many endless days and nights of resisting? Of agony? It could all be over, you know."
Re: Eleven and the Master
“And I suppose I’d be better off throwing time travel at anyone who asks! Messy business!” The Doctor tried to shift his weight, a wracking cough pulled out of him. “Besides, I thought you wanted to kill me yourself.”
The Master had been quite clear about that, hadn’t he? The Doctor remembered him watching him fall that time, that almost entranced look on his face as if he was watching something glorious – granted, they both had different faces these days, among other things, but that wasn’t the sort of thing you could forget because he decided to skip the beard this time around. One of these days he'll ask about the beard. It's one of those annoying nagging questions that sometimes pops up when you least expect it.
Re: Eleven and the Master
The Doctor's peering at him as if he's a puzzle to be figured out, and the Master has to admit that he does love this, has always loved this.
And it will never get old.
"Why do you think you're still alive?" He looks in at the Doctor calmly, in no particular hurry. "After all, I'm sure Sobek doesn't really need two Time Lords, does he?"
Re: Eleven and the Master
The Master’s right, though. And he’s seen how he’s been following Sobek around, slowly gaining more freedom past that first day Sobek allowed him into the interrogation room – there’s a thought, someone allowing the Master to do anything! - and he has to say, he’s been very slippery about it, even by his standards. The Doctor reaches back to try to push himself straighter, his back giving a painful sort of twinge coupled with maybe that’s not the brightest idea you’ve ever had, the Doctor having to bite back a groan. Call it a pride thing, but there are days where he doesn’t feel like humiliating himself in front of the Master.
This happens to be one of them.
Re: Eleven and the Master
He notes the Doctor's discomfort, muted by pure force of will, and grins. Seeing him in pain never really grows old either. The Master nods to one of the guards, steps back slightly to allow it to unlock the door, slips himself in. The Doctor won't run. The Doctor probably can't run, not judging by the effort it takes him to merely sit up.
Which means the Master can do whatever he wants with him.
"Goodness, but you don't seem all that comfortable. Anything I can do?" Despite the mock servility, he leans himself against the wall of the cell, nonchalant if not for those avid eyes, tirelessly drinking in every little detail.
Re: Eleven and the Master
And now the Master is in the cell with him. Several months ago Sobek hadn’t allowed this sort of thing, but several months was also all the Master needed to worm his way into his…well, he wouldn’t quite call them Sobek’s good graces (they didn’t exist), but he didn’t seem to think that the Master needed to be chaperoned around the Doctor these days either. Perhaps at this point it doesn’t matter – the time engines are probably already installed.
“I don’t suppose you could break me out of here. I do love a daring prison escape,” the Doctor says with a tired smile. He can feel the Master’s eyes on him, roving over his body and the loads of injuries that haven’t had a chance to heal. Sometimes he wonders what the Master would do without some soul to torture or at least enjoy their suffering, if there’s ever a point he’d get tired of it. “Just a thought.”