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Shiva was about to scream some more at the council’s representatives when he heart the sound of his devices powering down. The force field flickered and shut down, which meant the power dampener was also inactive. The “god” had suddenly become very much a mortal, very much vulnerable…

And oh so very screwed.

“DO NOT COME ANY CLOSER!” This time when he yelled he was not smug or disdainful. He was terrified. “I WILL KILL THEM! I WILL—”

It wasn’t clear if it was planned. With the way Kawalsky’s body was twitching, with the way the sweat poured down his face, it could have been a mistake. Or it could have been intentional, if misguided. However it happened, it was a profound mistake, one the goa’uld would pay for with his life.

He pressed the trigger for the bombs. He had no way of knowing they had all been deactivated. All but one.

And though he was voiceless, though no one could hear him save for two telepaths, Kawalsky screamed. He had tried to help the crew. Communicating to the engineers any advice that could help them disable the devices. They wouldn’t have been able to deactivate them without him, not for a while. So many months after he had broken, he thought he could stop the goa’uld from killing.

He was wrong.

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Shiva was still in the city, surrounded by nothing but rubble. If here were not holding a hostage, he would be pacing. He was tired of waiting. He was tired of his hostage. Above all, he was tired of hiding.

"Where are you! Show yourselves to your god!" He yelled.

Iniss hadn't kept it secret from him just who they were contacting. Not a name that meant anything to Schmuz. Sam, on the other hand, had definitely recognized it.

He paced, not entirely certain what he should be doing. He was a technician, not a warrior. Of course, from what he knew, Iniss wasn't a warrior, either. It didn't really make him feel better. He was pacing, hands behind his back and head down. Not watching where he was going, which was why he banged into a hanging light and let loose with an array of curse words that Sam had used earlier.

"I'm really not used to being this big," he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. Sighing, he turned back to Iniss. "Any luck?"

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The Dean Winchester moving quickly to the hangar was a different from the sometimes sad, sometimes joking hunter most of the crew were used to. This Dean Winchester was 'Daddy's Little Blunt Instrument," Alastair's student, the Sword. Right now he had more in common with the cold broken soldier who would shoot down Croat-infected friends in a heartbeat, would torture for answers, and use allies as cannon fodder to reach his goal. Kyle had warned him about going down dark paths, not knowing how Dean had travelled along such roads for some time, and he already knew the result.

He was singularly focused with one purpose after his talk with Nightwing. Get his brother back. One way or another. Heaven and hell help those who stand in his way.

Dean, you know what to do to protect your precious Sammy. We can help him.

He scoffed at that and tried to ignore the words as he walked along.

Dean opened the secret compartment in the Impala's trunk, and started prepping his weapons. Security was buzzing with news on the comms which meant he had to stay alert for orders. Still. As long as those orders didn't get in the way of getting to Sam, he'll do what's needed. He slid the cartridge home in one handgun, and loaded shells into his shotgun. His hunting knife was already resting at his hip.

There were 8 bombs spread around the ship. The teams were assigned. They had their orders, now they had to carry them out. And pray to whatever they held dear that they could disarm them in time.

Tick tock.

Shiva spoke through the comms (not the omnicomms) directly into the minds of the crew.

«I am Shiva. I am the destroyer of all that you know and the creator of a grand new empire. For months you thought of me as my host, Charles Kawalsky, but now you shall see me in all my glory. I have positioned bombs throughout this vessel, including the pod caverns. I need but press the trigger and they will explode. I also have one hostage of my own, Sheryl. You will not be able to stop me. I am fully equipped with a power dampener, and a forcefield. I am untouchable. You have one hour to surrender yourselves to me and begin your new lives as my slaves.»

His eyes flashed gold and he held his hostage firmly. He did not wish to wait, but if he tired of this he would amend his demands. For now he stayed in one of the areas in the City hidden from Stacy’s view, in the middle of a pile of rubble, with not a landmark in sight.

Still, he knew they would come.

After months of hiding, passing as one of them, finally, finally Shiva's time had come. There were no worries, no fears. There was only elation. There was no need for patience, no need to play the fool.

There were no specific targets for his next ploy. It was all a matter of chance. Who he would encounter first as he walked through the halls.

After weeks, months of waiting, the plan had finally come into fruition. Schmuz was free, a suitable host having been found. The Yeerk's expertise was needed to add the finishing touches to technology vital to their plans. He would aide them, or he would die. Shiva made that perfectly clear.

When he spoke his voice was inhumanly low. "The bombs have been set. Once Schmuz finishes the power dampeners and shields we can act, and restore these cattle to their proper place, serving us."

Those of you who have been on the ship for a long time may remember the trials and tribulations over the fate of the captive Yeerk named Schmuz. In the end, Schmuz was spared and locked in confinement, where he could never break free.

Only it seems that somehow, the Yeerk has gone missing from its prison. There are no records on the security cameras other than traces that they have been tampered with - but not by brute force.

This, clearly, has been an inside job...

The ship and her crew have been licking their wounds and preparing to fight the Ohm after their bare-bones victory at Zokez II. They have a new Captain, a new leadership council, and new arrivals to help them in their Chosen role.

But the crew also has something else - something much less pleasant.

It's a discreet thing, really. Technology has been slowly going missing from places on the ship. It's nothing major; a few pieces of computer equipment from Engineering, some biochemical apparatuses in Hydroponics, and maybe an instrument or two from Science... but perhaps it's slowly beginning to become more noticeable. Then again, perhaps not. After all, there don't seem to be any records of anyone taking anything.

Crew of the Transmigration-9, there's treachery afoot. But don't worry, I'm sure that whoever it is doesn't really mean any harm... do they?