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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: violence
There was no wretching this time though, simply a desire to distance herself as quickly as possible.
"You know a simple detention system or giving out lines might be something to consider," she said camoflaging the gravity of the situation with her usual sarcasm even as she watched the pool of blood collect underneath the Jaffa. Her mind was working overtime though, no questions asked, Sobek had reacted in an almost protective way of her.
Re: violence
"There's no room for disobedience in my eyes," Sobek said. He continued to look her over. The sudden urge to ask if she was alright bubbled up, strong, just as strong as his desire for violence, and Sobek's mouth opened to follow on the urge and ask. It had come from somewhere that he had dismissed as properly subdued and no longer of consequence, reduced to a shade next to his brilliance. Daniel. He snarled mentally, but it was too late. The moment's weakness disturbed the God, that second where he hadn't recognized it as his host and not himself as quickly as he should have.
His mouth closed, the mask of disinterest falling too late into place right after. The aloof gaze went to the back of the room. "I will have my bath now. Draw it, then undress me."
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There was genuine concern in his eyes for a brief faltering moment as he hesitated on the edge of saying something. The level of his wrath that was bestowed on the Jaffa that sought to injure her, one of his most trusted Jaffa at that, could only mean one thing.
"Why are you waiting?" She simply asked, careful that her back was turned and that neither Daniel or him would see the fear in her eyes. Vala started to draw the water without turning. Any pain in her legs or the fresh scratches on her side or her bruised wrists subsided completely at the revelation. It was like she'd flicked a switch and turned off her emotions as she watched the water cascading in. She was numb, but after a few minutes she smiled resignedly, glad that Daniel would be free, dead or alive. If she did one good thing in her life that actually worked out, it would be that.
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The question could be interpreted any way. Curiosity. Fear. Hope. Sobek sniffed at the air, silently, hoping to get a taste of what it was, but the recent carnage had filled the air with iron and death. No matter. He would know soon enough.
"You will ascend to divinity at the dawn of the Age of Scales," he said. The rush of hot water hitting stone and tile thundered in the room but his words snaked their way through the splatter and hiss of steam. His eyes focused on her shoulder blades, then drifted upwards. Daniel writhed in their mind as they admired the back of her neck, thinking of how it felt to go through the skin and tissue, wrap themselves around her spinal cord and become one.
The God waited with a surprising amount of patience as the water level rose. Somehow the mechanism seemed to sense the bath was nearly full, the water slowing to a trickle and then nothing. He waited for her to come and undress him.
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Vala watched the last few trickles of water drip into the sunken pool as if it had hypnotised her. For a long few minutes she simply sat there, perched on the edge, the remains of dried blood on her own body and the room exuded the stench of death.
What was she doing? She could simply run as soon as she got the chance, she had the freedom to pull it off now and she was armed too. A past version of her would have done. Left behind the mess and saved herself and started anew.
The silence in the room was palpable as Vala finally stood back up. A life of what she'd already escaped once before awaited her and she could try to run if she wanted to. But she knew she couldn't, she had to make this right somehow.
"Undress yourself or call another slave." She offered nonchalantly as she walked towards him, certain that anything he might do in retaliation would be minor now she knew what she knew. Something from Vala's eyes was missing, yes there was the spark of defiance as ever, but there was a melancholy resignation that seemed to dull her. "I'm sure you don't want the memory of performing such a lowly task, besides it's not difficult."
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The Crocodile God waited, unmoving, having fallen into the occasional, unnatural stillness that took him sometimes, and remained that way until she was close, then he abruptly moved, a blur of action. He caught her arm, the one that the Jaffa had injured, and with a single pull, had her against him and the blood chipping off him like dust and ash.
He put a hand on Vala's neck, where he would have her one day. It didn’t take much to let the metal of the hand device dig in, warningly, and easily hold her immobile. The God leaned in close, so close that Daniel inside squirmed with discomfort. Their foreheads pressed. His lips almost grazed Vala's as they looked into her eyes as Sobek spoke. Their voice was soft and intimate like a lover's.
"I want the memory of you doing it," Daniel's voice said. "Do it. For me."
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Daniel's voice and the twisted sadistic intimacy that threatened to pull her in to the facade had tipped her over the edge. Lips trembling in fear as she spoke, her breath whispered against his lips with every word in response.
"You're not Daniel. That's not Daniel. Let him live and I won't kill myself. But you can undress yourself."
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The tears served little to move him. He watched them trace down her face with something like brief fascination. Sobek stroked the scar on the back of her neck, the touch tender and gentle, as if paying homage to something once great. She would be great once again. Greater than before. Her breath ghosted against his mouth. Daniel smiled softly. "How can you be so sure? You were once of the Gods. You know what it was like inside with one."
There was something black under the surface, a trace of anger and discomfort. There was more truth than he liked in those words. Only moments ago, he had nearly confused his hosts instinctive urge with his own. Unacceptable, unthinkable, inconceivable.
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"Because he wouldn't call you a God, nor would he ask me to do that." The tears still ran but she continued in spite of her emotions, even as he traced Qetesh's scar with the tips of his claws. He could rack it up to fear, she didn't care, but what she needed to say did matter. "And most importantly, because you've misjudged my motivation."
Vala's mind was thinking on the fly, trying to throw him and Daniel off too. She didn't want Daniel to mourn her or think of her as martyr once this was over, he'd be better off hating her if he survived, and if Sobek was thrown too then maybe he'd take her threat seriously. It was probably the biggest bluff she'd ever try to pull, so she had to make it good.
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Daniel would certainly not call him a God, but he had also been faced by how old the Goa'uld race was and all the history behind it. What Sobek himself had done during his reign, before the imprisonment. So much of it, and so many species ruled. Maybe not a God, in Daniel's mind, but close, something horrible and brutal, but, and Sobek's mind colored Daniel's, something completely magnificent. They had only been rivaled by the Ancients, but the Ancients seemed dead and buried, leaving relics behind.
Sobek's head tilted, pupils reduced to black pinpricks, making Daniel's face look almost avian in the light as he considered what she said. His curiosity had been piqued. He would allow her this game. "And what is your motivation, Vala? 'Your own survival, to hell with everyone else'? It was in your file. Something to that effect anyway."
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"Your power and riches aswell. All of it, I should never have let the Tok'ra take Qetesh from me, my life was miserable afterwards. But I want Daniel to live, I want him to see my glory and how I took it from him, I want the man who saw me as a thief to know that I stole that from him too, that my greed prevailed."
She wanted Daniel to hate her, not think she'd done this out of anything more than selfish need and survival. And she wanted Sobek to let him live when the time came. It was a long shot but she hoped her performance was convincing to both of them. Vala was terrified, terrified of her future and terrified of whether she was condemning him to death but it was her only shot and she had to take it.
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It didn't matter what Daniel thought. Sobek had no intention of changing his plans for vessel. He would be dead before he hit the floor and Sobek would have his rightful host.
Sobek didn't quite smile. She had spirit to make these demands. What would have normally been insolence was the faint spark of something greater inside, beyond mere, pitiful human defiance. She was more God than slave, a light that shouldn't be wasted on a mere slave body and mind. He would ensure it went to better use, a greater purpose. "I may allow it," Sobek said, releasing her and looking pointedly at the bath. Would she carry out her duties or not? "You should have been born one of us. You were put in the wrong body."