trans_9 | Sobek the Immortal: Bringing a God to His Knees [Closed]

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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!))

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Now that the guard is paying attention to the celebration, Jamie is finally free to pull out his engineering tools from the larger-on-the-inside-that-the-outside sporran, even though he's careful enough to angle himself so the occasional glance back won't give away that he's done so.

He looks down at them, scratching his head. Some of the things, like the spanner, aren't really going to do much good - at least not while they're in the cell. But there's some smaller pieces, spare bits of metal that he keeps handy along with the larger things. And there's some extra wire, along a combination wire stripper and cutter, and a few other tools that might come in handy.

"If we could use some of these to pick the lock, maybe we can get out that way," he muses to himself, then shakes his head for a moment before glancing over at Eva. Picking locks isn't his strong suit. "I don't suppose ye know how to do that, do ye?"

"Nope." She shakes her head at Jamie, before he has a chance to abandon the idea. "We're not going to be defeated by our ignorance of locksmithing, though."

She's about to start just jamming metal bits into the lock and hoping blind lucky and a bit of ferocity bears her through (as it has a few times in the past few weeks) when she notices something else in the arranged tools.

"Why exactly are we bothering with lockpicks when we have a blowtorch?" A crazed grin creeps over her face, betraying the rush she gets from destroying things these days. At least it's just metal and not another living thing. It's difficult for her to reconcile the release that violence brings her now. It's as if Sobek cracked open her shell, and the yolk inside is nothing but anger and adrenalin and a desire to inflict as much hurt on the world as it has on her - and somewhere in the white running away is her sense of restraint.

"Aye, well, er..." It's a very good question, actually, especially considering their other options. It's not a terribly large torch, but it was topped up with fuel before he left in case they needed it, and then sealed in a spill-proof container. Even if it had gotten bumped around in the sporran it should be fine. They could just cut through the lock and have done with it.

"It's quieter," he finishes, rather unconvincingly. Even in here, the noise reverberates through the hallway, muffled somewhat but still enough to probably mask the sound of metal hitting the floor, so he knows full well that's not much of an argument. The light from the torch is another matter, but given the way the guard's standing, they might be able to pull it off.

"Do ye think ye can cut through so yon guard doesn't see ye do so? I might be able to stand to block ye a bit, but I don't know if that'll be enough."

Eva shrugs. She doesn't quite know if she can get away with it, but she's too far gone to see caution as being of utmost importance now. Normally she'd be exacting in her precautions and precise in her actions, but these last few months have worn her down, and what was one composed and measured is now desperate. And arrogant.

Funny, that.

"Let's find out, then." She grabs Jamie and drags him to the position that will best block the view, then starts trying to melt the lock.

As the blowtorch is flicked on, Jamie adjusts his position ever so slightly. Not because Eva was wrong as to where he should stand - he actually would have to agree with her that where he is is the best place to do so - but because he wants to keep an eye on the guard down the hall. The Jaffa's fairly far away, which is good, and he's watching the celebration, which is even better.

All they have to do is get through the time it takes for the lock to melt. That, however, seems to take a small eternity - at least to Jamie, who watches the end of the hallway intently. Time seems to stretch interminably, and his fingers flex, curling into a fist and uncurling again. Any second now the man will turn and see them and their attempt to escape would be over...

But he doesn't. And slowly, oh so slowly, the metal of the lock starts to soften, not quite to a point where it's opening on its own. But it's soft enough that a good shove with that spanner should push it out of the door and onto the floor below, allowing them to get the door open and to get to collecting what they need to make the symbiote poison.

Eva's fingers are cramped by the time she's done, but she keeps the blowtorch in hand. It's a paltry weapon, one she'd like to swap out for a knife at the very least, but at least it's something. She looks over to Jamie. They'll need to take out a guard for a weapon, and even then their chances of making it to the room with the symbiote poison are low.

Low is, at least, better than zero. Eva holds the door so that even broken, it doesn't make any sound against the ground. It's only their luck that the Jaffa hasn't turned around or heard anything. Eva eyes up her enemy, back turned to them. She looks back over to Jamie and mouths, do you have anything sharp?

Not for the first time, Jamie wishes he had his dirk with him. Even setting aside the fact the familiar weight of it in his hand would be a comfort, it'd be sharp enough for what he thinks Eva wants it for. He may not have a good grasp on how exactly the larval goa'uld make the Jaffa the Jaffa, but he's fairly certain that they're not tucked away in some corner somewhere. If they're inside the body, they'd have to be cut out.

He takes a quick inventory of his remaining tools. The wire stripper/cutter might work - it's got pointed edges, as does a small pair of needle-nosed pliers. Or there's the flat-head screwdriver, although that doesn't have much of a cutting edge to speak of. There's a small leather case with a snap closure on it in there as well, one that Jamie doesn't remember using before. Curious, he pulls it out, and quietly thumbs it open to reveal a small utility knife. A crooked smile appears on his face, and he holds it up so she can see it, mouthing back will this do?

She holds her hand out to receive the screwdriver, the pliers and the knife. She'll need to move fast, with multiple weapons. None of these weapons are ideal, but she really doesn't mind - all she needs is one good strike, and then it won't matter how deep she does or doesn't go.

She presses a finger to her lips in a shush motion to Jamie, and walks quietly, heel-to-toe, up to the Jaffa's back. She leans to look around him - he appears to be the only guard. Perfect.

Eva's hand whips out, fast as a cobra, to reach up and cover the Jaffa's mouth. And more terrifyingly, she plunges the screwdriver into the side of his neck. The Jaffa thrashes forward, trying to whirl around on the sudden attack, but Eva's hand comes down again, this time with the pliers to the back of his neck, barely avoiding the spine and instead diving deep into flesh. Eva shoves him down to the ground - no need to cover his mouth when he's too busy choking on his own blood and the sharp instruments embedded in his body to call for help - and buries the knife in his throat.

She wouldn't have been able to do that had he been paying attention. She knows she won this fight purely by the element of surprise, and that he would have overpowered her easily if she hadn't made such a impactful first strike, but it still feels like a victory. And she'll take what she can get.

"Let's go, let's go!" If they're trying to get a larval Goa'uld, Eva hopes to god Jamie knows where in the body it is. She doesn't want to have to dissect him, and god only knows what they're going to do with this body. Maybe they'll be punished for attacking a guard. Maybe Sobek won't care. He undoubtedly won't be able to piece together their long-shot of a plan, if only because it's such a ludicrous idea that it wouldn't occur to a reasonable person.

Even if he had wanted to say something, Eva's reaction is so quick that there's no chance for Jamie to protest. Given what they have to do to ensure their own survival, though...he's not about to protest. Instead, he moves to a guard position, spanner in hand and keeps watch while Eva finishes the job.

It's apparent there's no one nearby, at least not close enough that it's going to cause problems, but who knows when that will change? When the body of the Jaffa hits the floor, Jamie darts back to Eva's side, covering the short distance in almost no time at all.

The problem is, he doesn't know where a larval Goa'uld would be. Shiva was too busy passing as Kawalsky to let any secrets like that slip - and Jamie was never close with the man to start with. He's beginning to think they may very well have to dissect the the guard when he happens to spot something out of place, hidden by the clothing. He quickly removes the belt or sash or whatever it is in the way, revealing a 'x' like shape on the abdomen of the Jaffa. It's rising and falling, even though the Jaffa's not breathing, and Jamie flicks a look over at Eva. Seems like they have might have their larval Goa'uld after all.

Jamie grabs the utility knife out of the man's throat. It's not ideal, but it'll have to do. Fortunately, he has enough experience with hunting and butchering animals he's able to get the pouch and its contents free. They'll likely still need the fluid to sustain it for any length of time, but hopefully the pouch will provide enough protection until they can get there. Lacking any other container, he dumps the remnants of his took kit into the sporran, where they vanish in the extra-dimensional space. The larval Goa'uld, pouch and all, goes into the toolbox. That's not ideal either, but it's better than carrying it around in his bare hands.

"Aye, let's go," he says to Eva, voice pitched low. "We need to get that fluid-stuff to keep this alive."

Eva nods and starts to drag the body away. Hopefully there's a way to destroy it so no one notices that the Goa'uld has been taken away - ah, there, a torch. The body won't burn entirely, but hopefully she can damage it enough that it will be hard to tell what's been done to it. The last thing they need is their plan getting pieced together before they have a chance to enact it.

She waits for the flames to eat up the skin on the man's abdomen before going to join Jamie in delivering the goods to the Doctor. The smell of burning meat wafts down the hallway behind her. It makes her feel sick. She's lost far too much of herself in this prison, or possibly opened up too much she didn't want to acknowledge.

As such, she keeps close to Jamie. At the moment he's her rock, whether he knows it or not.

Eva's solution for disguising the fact the Goa'uld's no longer there may be effective, but even he feels a curl of nausea as the odor of charred flesh wafts its way down the hall. He fights it down, however, taking the few moments to stow the tool box and gather up the spanner and the Jaffa's discarded weapons. They might need them should they run across any unexpected surprises.

When she comes back, he passes over whatever out of them she wants to take - partially because he's fairly certain that she's not about to let him play protector in this case, and partially so he can take a second to give her a comforting squeeze with his hand, if she lets him. It's all they have time for before he leads them off down the hall, in search of the protective fluid, the Doctor's sonic screwdriver, and his morphers. He's still not sure where the first one his...but he may have an idea where the others are. And that's the direction he heads, keeping a wary eye out for any other guards along the way.

Maybe, they'd be lucky and things would be uneventful, but he's not about to count on that happening.

Edited 2012-03-29 06:25 (UTC)

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