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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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Only one ha'tak remained grounded until given the command to lift off: Sobek's. Outside of the Crocodile's chamber, it seemed as if no one else realized their God was dead. The ships remained climbing, and worse, engines glowing as the new technology was activated. And in those first few minutes, it seemed like all was lost. The technology worked. The sky ripped open, dotted with windows to the Time Vortex. Ships began to move into these tears in space and time.

The crew's plan came to fruition then. The sky turned black as if suddenly flooded with ink, red lightning streaking across. Ships suddenly exploded, and reformed, exploding in on themselves over and over again. Those that hadn't suffered such an end yet tried to maneuver away, and in their haste, clipped other ships, taking them down. More imploded on themselves, spawning the beginnings of a temporal collapse that would only spread. Several of the Time Vortex windows cut out with the ships partially within, severing them in two. The sky was a sea of fire and darkness that no light could penetrate.

The remaining worshipers all across the planet suddenly fled into the jungle rather than face the destruction, or to hide in caves or huts. They found no safety there. Debris from the ships rained down, crushing villages and people. Other pieces as large as cars and skyscrapers fell to the jungle and soon, a massive fire began to rage. There was nowhere to run.

Underneath their feet, the planet shook and rents opened up in the ground. This planet will consume itself. The crew had little time to get away before they too would be taken.

[order; Eva, Eleven, Vala, Jamie, (Daniel, if applicable)]

Edited 2012-04-10 11:51 (UTC)

"Well, our welcome's been overstayed." Eva can't see the sky from here, but she can hear all the chaos and horror. Lots of crashing. It's like thunder if thunder were ten feet off the ground instead of in the sky. She grabs the shiv she's been hiding in her clothing since killing the Jaffa.

And at that point, something strikes the wall next to the cell she's in, sending her sprawling to the ground and knocking the door clean off the hinges. How very convenient, if not for the faceplant she's just done. She scrambles to her feet and motions to Jamie. "Let's move!"

She sounds positively exhilarated. The promise of walking away from this nightmare of a peaceful archaeological dig will do that to a person. She clutches her shiv close and runs out of the cell, leading the way for the others.

The Doctor isn't too far behind as they burst outside after a bone-rattling run through the corridors, dust filtering down on their heads with every rolling boom. He doesn't have to look up to know what's happening in the skies above Kalimba, and yet he does because he has to look it full in the face. The Doctor glances up at the fleet destroying itself over and over again, weapons blossoming into massive fireballs only for the shrapnel to come slamming back into the hull, reforming into those very same canons. The sky itself is so dark that the sun is a greasy orange smudge quickly being swallowed up by the black smoke, swirling about overhead like a hurricane crashing over them.

And there's the humans. Somehow they've made it.

They're all still here.

He happens to look over at Eva, that woman holding onto that shiv with a positively wild expression on her scarred face.

The Doctor has to yell over the howls of the Time Vortex, the wind whipping his bird's nest of hair into his face, dirt and mud and fronds from the jungle slapping against the stone of the pyramid. He catches the closest human - Jamie, of course. It's always Jamie McCrimmon -- and drags him close by his vest so he can scream at him.

"The ship! There might still be guards there!" He hollers at the top of his lungs until he's hoarse. "I'll get the door open, make sure I'm not interrupted!"

He hopes desperately there isn't any of those Jaffa still hanging about the place. They've been lucky so far that most of fled, but he's been around far too long to not expect something to go wrong right at the last second. It's almost like a universal Law! The Doctor turns, does a quick head count, seems satisfied everyone is accounted for, and takes off for the landing platform in the distance like a spooked giraffe. He has to trust Eva, Vala, and Jamie to secure the platform and by this point, that's about the only constant they have right now: trust in the humans. Again.

At any rate, it's much easier to predict than how long they have before the planet itself goes. He has to say, this is going off a bit too well -- those explosions are loads bigger than he'd anticipated, and growing far too fast!

By the time Vala and Daniel are reunited with the others, the tables have completely turned and instead of Vala supporting Daniel, it's the other way round. His arm lodged in behind her back and tucked under her arm urging her onwards and forwards.

Sobek had renaged on his deal, which she should have seen coming so she'd had to pose as Sobek to get the Jaffa to take him to the Sarcophagus in a last minute panic. At least until the Jaffa scattered like rats in a sewer when the explosions intensified. Vala had to finish the job on her own amidst the chaos, dragging the archaeologist to the only thing that would save him. There just wasn't time though, Vala had been forced to open the Sarcophagus early, with Daniel only partially healed and the residual poison and a dead Sobek in her system for longer than was probably safe, Vala was growing weaker by the minute, and he wasn't looking much better. As her body failed her though, Daniel was slowly regaining his strength thankfully.

Despite their compromised health, that innate survival instinct has thoroughly kicked in however. Both of them dressed in the scant finery that Sobek favoured, brick dust having showered down on them and the evidence of more than a few brushes with falling debris and collapsing walls, they're managing to keep up quite the pace, mostly thanks to Daniel.

Somewhere along the way they've picked up a Zat gun, Vala's biggest fear at this point is that Sobek is just laying dormant inside her, regathering his strength and ready to return at any moment. She'd insisted Daniel was armed, ready to knock her out with an electric shock blast from the weapon at the first sign of Sobek's revival, incase he was playing 'blossom'.

It's not how they'd planned it, there should have been more time but the sarcophagus had been necessary and added precious time on to their escape that they couldn't afford, especially given the intensity and scale of the explosions.

Edited 2012-04-12 15:29 (UTC)

The sight of what was happening up in the sky above chilled Jamie to the bone - even if he may not ever be entirely sure what it was that was done to make the other ships do that, he knew on some deep instinctual level that it meant they had very little time left. So he ran, ran as his life depended on it...because, quite honestly, it did.

It was only when the Doctor stopped to yell something at him that he came to a stop as well, bending over for a moment and desperately trying to get a breath. He was bone-tired, nearly completely spent, and the platform still seemed to be so far away. But the Doctor grabbed his vest, and pulled him closer, and yelled again.

I'll get the door open, make sure I'm not interrupted!

The clouds opened up, and a sudden burst of freezing rain poured from them, whipped up by the wind and making it feel as though tiny needles where being shot at his skin. For the briefest of moments he was back at Culloden, gathering with the clans to march against the English in weather that had been much the same. He had been prepared to fight then, and he was prepared to fight now if he had to. The Doctor needed him to be there for him, to watch his back. And Jamie, like he always did, would do just that.

He nodded, saving his voice for what he would need to do in a few moments. The zat gun he had taken from the Jaffa Eva had killed was still in his possession, and he tossed it to her. He wouldn't need it. Instead, he reached for his wrist, where the morphers were once more. He hadn't tried to used them yet but if he was going to fight off any potential Jaffa who might try and stop them from gaining access to the ship, he needed the boost they would provide. Taking the deepest breath he could, he turned his wrist and slammed the device home, hoping that there hadn't been enough damage done to them by Sobek that they wouldn't work.

"RED DRAGON!"

The words were nearly torn from his throat by another gust of wind, but it was enough. For a moment his form shimmered, replaced by a burst of red light. It faded, leaving behind a helmeted figure in red and white armor - but a very familiar voice came through the helmet, directed at the others.

"Aye, let's go!"

(OOC: Just as a note, going to use

wontforgetyou for Jamie's replies while morphed. Yay spandex!)

There wasn't any time to explain what was going on. Vala grew increasingly weak and winded with each step. Despite the fact that Daniel really wanted to just lie down somewhere, it fell on him to get them going. It wasn't easy. All he focused on was keeping hold of her, moving onwards as fast as his body could handle it, that he had to get them to the others. Most important of all, that Sobek was dead, or might be. Vala had pressed a strange firearm into his hands. Asked him to shoot her if the System Lord wasn't dead.

Before all this, he would have balked. Taking someone's life like that? Now Daniel only took the gun mutely. He would have wanted the same. He had wanted the same.

They finally got outside, just in time to see the others had broken out of the cell. A heavy smattering of rain hit his bare chest, sudden and ice cold, and then a wave of heat, snapping him out of the lethargy. There was Eva, sprinting forward. A flash of lightning showed the Doctor following behind, yelling at them. Daniel's hair plastered flat against his skull. It weighed down the outfit Sobek loved to parade himself around in.

He didn't even notice the discomfort. Daniel actually stood frozen where he stood. The archaeologist's gaze had turned upwards at the sky, taking it in with wide eyes. The world was blurry without his glasses, but he could still make it out. What the hell going on? He had never seen anything like it, and going from Sobek's memories, neither had the Goa'uld. The spreading void was what he would have imaged from a black hole. Daniel took in the pieces of ha'tak falling to Kalimba, and found that his mind was having a hard time comprehending the sheer size of it. He turned to look at what had to be the Doctor's Time Vortex. Then some of the ships that seemed to be stuck in a loop. The jungle burned. People died around them, burned, or crushed, or trampling the other. Men and women, the old and young died. Daniel looked on and could only feel horror. What had they done?

A flash of light came from his left. Daniel tore his eyes from the sky. Jamie? His shape was replaced by someone in brilliant red, some kind of armor Daniel had never seen before. The voice was his. It sounded confident. If not confident, at least some idea what to do than to stand there, which was something he needed more than anything right now.. Daniel wrapped an arm around Vala's waist and muscles straining, hoisted her against him. He followed the group. He hoped they knew were they were going or what they were doing, because he sure didn't.

Ahead of them, some of the few Jaffa and followers that hadn't run, saw them. They saw what looked like their God being taken prisoner, and turned from the jungle. Staff weapons raised to fire on the group.

Edited 2012-04-13 06:51 (UTC)

Eva grabs the zat gun from where Jamie threw it, circling back around to protect the rear. Getting the others back is, at this point, her primary concern, although somewhere in the maelstrom of her thoughts it occurs to her that dammit, she does have a son to go home to. And then Jamie up and turns into a red-clad warrior. Alright then. Eva won't complain about the extra firepower.

"Get down!" She all but tugs Vala and Daniel to the ground, regretting that she has to with the state they're currently in, but the alternative is letting them get fried. In a perfect world they'd already both be on stretchers, and Daniel would be sitting up already enough to complain about how they aren't taking enough pictures of the architecture. Or whatever.

Eva lands on her knees and palms, then scrabbles to get the zat gun back. It isn't as familiar to her as a knife, but it will do. She jumps back to her feet and fires, spitting ridiculous taunts in her mother tongue that only add to the chaos and noise. "Don't you pigs have anything better to do than shoot at us? Like running? ¡Tu madre se rinde!"

There is possibly a part of her that's enjoying this. There's something momentous about the occasion - an entire planet tends to produce that result when it collapses on itself from within. There's an adrenalin rush pounding in her ears that helps to block out all the worthless white noise that tells her to stop pretending she has worth and drop dead, and there's a goal to be achieved that she can contribute to.

And then there's the part of her that can't help but watch the innocents die here. She knows, deep down and truly, that this has to happen. She knows that letting Sobek's armies be unleashed the galaxy is the much greater evil. She thinks of all the horrible things that happened to her, and to every person who's ever been victimized like this. Death is better. Forsaking one chunk of the galaxy in a wide multiverse is better.

She helps Daniel to lift Vala back up and covers their backs.

The Doctor registers that flash of red that he assumes must be Jamie.

He doesn't risk more than a quick glance behind him as he runs: Eva and Daniel are helping Vala along as fast as he can, the human's legs stumbling, and Eva has one of those guns out and is firing at the Jaffa. The Doctor manages to duck behind one of the rock pilings as the Jaffa decide that of the prisoners, the ones with the weapons and immediately surrounding their God are the larger threat. One of the Jaffa tumbles back as a zat blast catches him square in the chest and throws in backward.

The others fan out and try to take over, their helmet eyes blazing in the false darkness of that sky folding in on itself.

By now the weather takes another bizarre change despite the humidity and the fire blazing up from the crashed ships, snow starting to pile out from one of the Time Vortexes ripping open in the air. Snow begins to whip about the landing pad. The Doctor has to shake it out of his eyes as he sneaks toward the door, using every trick he knows - and others he doesn't; he makes it up on the spot -- to sneak past the guards. He trusts Jamie and the others will be able to do what they can and get to the ship safely, since they made it this far. Glancing to make sure the remaining guards are fixated on the fire fight, the Doctor kneels and begins to work at opening the door of the ship.

It was the sudden onslaught of snow that spurred Vala into one last burst of adrenaline fuelled action (if you can call it that), the icy flakes were almost like hail stones. That hybrid where they are neither hail nor snow but somewhere in between. They stung at her face as the wind whipped them into circles. Lying on the floor amidst an explosion of staff and zat blasts, not to mention the raging fires surrounding them, she had to do something. She couldn't just duck for cover and expect to walk out of this alive.

She only had one weapon though, the ribbon hand device. Getting that to work with its full force in her current state was probably a non-starter. She couldn't even see how many Jaffa there were, only the staff blasts that came from their general direction. The latest one having missed her by an inch, she stared at the charred hole in the ground by her hand for what seemed like minutes. It would only take one hit and it all would have been pointless. She wasn't going to lie here like a sitting chicken, and as much as she trusted the others to do their best, she hadn't really seen any of them in action. It wasn't like having Sam, Cam and Teal'c or even an older more savvy Daniel covering her back. Even Jamie's apparent but shocking transformation only served to confuse her.

Vala flipped her hand over in the building ice and directed her palm towards the onslaught of fire power, hoping to generate a blast that would knock at least a couple of them out. The resulting energy blast was much weaker than it could have been but never-the-less she managed to retaliate and hopefully it would disarm at least one of them. It was a bit like trying to shoot a water pistol at a fairground stall to be honest though, when everyone else was using water cannons.

Edited 2012-04-18 21:25 (UTC)

The snow doesn't seem to bother Jamie much - having the helmet on means it's not whipping into his eyes, and the armor gives him protection from the wind, even if it does look more than a bit like spandex. He twists his body to the side to avoid the blast aimed at him by one of the Jaffa, then starts running towards him at top speed, a red and white blur in the midst of the storm.

With a loud "Creag An Tuire!" (some things never change, after all) he suddenly leaps into the air and into a spinning kick, aiming a foot at the nearest Jaffa with a force he couldn't manage when unmorphed, aiming to send him backward and into the group of approaching guards. The more he could knock down, the better.

Even if it isn't completely successful, he quickly rolls out of the way of the oncoming staff fire, looking for a precious few seconds he can use to summon his blaster to hand and begin to return fire. The blasts he sends are boosted somewhat by that small ability to channel fire into his attacks. It's been effective against the Ohm, so should be as effective against the Jaffa - in theory.

Snow and ice suddenly assailed the crew.

Daniel found himself dragged to the ground by Eva, almost crushing Vala in his stumble. Weapons fire passed right where his head had been, the air quickly filled with ozone.

He should be used to this by now. Combat, people trying to kill you. The sad part was that he was getting better at it. What his own experience lacked, Sobek's millenia of combat began to fill in.

The presence of mind to fire a few shots off and duck, and to drag Vala away towards the Doctor. He yanked her arm down. He had seen how it had drawn on her strength earlier. She shouldn't be using it now. Besides, Eva and Jamie had it covered. Even now, Jamie at times was nothing more than a burst of red and white, moving faster than he had ever seen a human move and striking much harder.

Yeah, they had it under control. Daniel practically pushed Vala towards it and covered her and the Doctor.

The door opened suddenly, the sound swallowed up by the crash of debris nearby. More and more debris rained down. Many of the Jaffa, alarmed by this and the ferocity in which the crew fought, began to flee into the jungle.

Eva doesn't have a chance to see what Daniel and Vala are doing. All she cares about is getting them to the shuttle. Nothing else matters now; they've won. The Goa'uld won't escape this planet and the rest of this is ephemera.

They won and it's darkly satisfying, like a lily of contentment blooming in her stomach amongst that pain for the people dying here on the ground. This planet, this wretched, blighted planet. They've done the equivalent of taking it behind the shed with a shotgun.

She continues to cover Daniel and Vala's back, side-by-side(ish) with Jamie, as they make it towards the door. One of the Jaffa who doesn't run gets Evas knife sunk into the side of his face, cutting so hard and fast that it submerges in bone. Her parting gift to the planet.

She's going home to her son. And that's the thought that withers the messy flowers inside her when they get through the door, when she snipes another enemy and dodges an attack, drops to her knees, slams skin and bone onto a metal floor.

How is she ever going to explain this?

The Doctor is right there helping Eva up in the next flash of lightning overhead. He reaches down, grabs her by the elbow, and hauls her to the feet with more strength than a twiggy scarecrow like him should have, judging from appearances. It takes a second to do another headcount – proper number of fellow rescuees – before the Doctor’s already diving for the cockpit. Or, well, this spaceship’s version of one, which is another one of those things he hasn’t quite had the chance to get properly accustomed to but flying in a straight line at this point is so far down the priority list that he doesn’t give it a second thought.

With a hiss, the doors shudder closed as the ship begins to take off. It takes a dangerous dip as the Doctor rights it (gives it a discreet sonic under the console, right at the crystal array) and then begins to accelerate up, faster and faster, streaking up into the atmosphere.

The Doctor’s face is bathed in the light exploding out from the time vortexes. Time itself screams out from the void, voices howling, silence and chaos, colors that hadn’t been discovered yet spraying out in sparks. He thinks he catches several glimpses of different planets and time periods through the holes and there’s a worry for a moment that the implosion might only send some of the ships tumbling through the vortex instead of destroyed by it. Unfortunately, there’s nothing he can do but focus on the escape. The Doctor’s hands grip the controls. They zip past another one of the fleet ships: the ship is broken in half, small specks of what might’ve been its crew falling down to the ground, only to jitter back in Time like a film reel and start to fall to the earth all over again. Snow and hail batter the hull as the Doctor sends them climbing.

He assumes this ship is vacuum sealed. And that it still is. Otherwise the vacuum will finish them off before the fleet’s destruction will.

By now Sobek’s jungle sprawl is a green mass as they burst through the thick clouds swirling over the fleet. The stars are almost dizzying after all the months in the monsoon weather, the Doctor finally relaxing enough to look over at Vala and Daniel. Daniel looks shaken, haunted. Vala’s seen better days. As for Jamie, he seems to be holding up. It’s a Scottish thing.

“Ah, there we have it. It’s done. More or less.” The Doctor says suddenly.

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