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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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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."