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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 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."