Khe’jan I, Ra II
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Breath in.
Four seconds.
Breath out.
Four Seconds.
Breath in.
Warmth suffused his entire body, from head to toe. Khe’jan let his breath out slowly as his meditative exercise began to end.
The Jaffa felt the warmth begin to lessen, and the light that surrounded him begin to fade.
“Khe’jan?” Came the voice of his God, from afar. His voice remarkable human. “Are you in pain?”
“No, my lord. I am well,” he replied softly, smiling. “There is no pain.”
“No headaches? Sore joints?”
The light faded, allowing him to open his eyes. Khe’jan got to his feet and stretched, shaking away the slight tingle from sitting still for so long. “The pain is gone, my lord.”
His God’s voice took on a pleasing note. “Excellent, come on out, please.”
The chamber opened and the feeling of warmth on his skin faded, replaced with the cold manufactured filtered air of his God’s laboratories. Stepping forward towards the stairs, the Jaffa could not help but marvel how much clearer his mind was, how no pain nor ache pounded away at his body and mind.
Standing at the foot of the steps was his God, in loose robes of white, kara’kesh glowing as it showed him his body. Numerous markers floated about his colorful represenation, all marked green, a hopeful sign.
As Khe’jan reached the last of the steps, he knelt, head bowed low; but his God stopped him, his tiny hand pushing his immense frame back up.
“None of that now, my Jaffa,” said his God with a smile. He gestured with his kara’kesh, showing him the internals of his own head. The gray matter was highlighted with multiple words, meanings of which Khe’jan couldn’t decipher.
“The last three showed a lot of promise. Today, I believe may have perfected the cure. This is your last treatment, Khe’jan,” said the Goa’uld, touching the image in his hand. It flickered and died. “Congratulations, my Jaffa. You will never have to suffer the pain you were born with ever again.”
Relief flooded his body and to his shame, tears began to fall from his eyes. Kah’jen did the unspeakable.
He hugged his God.
Iah cried out softly in surprise, but relaxed and wrapped his own arms around his chest; or at least attempted to. He was like a child compared to the size of the Jaffa. The God could not wrap his arms around the giant entirely, but it was a gesture accepted that only further amplified the gratitude the gigantic Jaffa felt towards his God.
He let go and gently set Iah down. “I apologize, my lord. My emotions-!”
“Think nothing of it, Khe’jan!” Iah waved away his apologies, instead reaching up to pat him on the shoulder. “I would do the same for any of my Jaffa. There is no shame in such things.”
Wiping away his tears, Kah’jen stood tall as he took a deep fortifying breath. “I…I would ask of one more boon, my lord.”
The Goa’uld stilled, and looked up at him with curiosity on his face. “What is it?”
“I wish to be your First Prime, my Lord.”
Surprise flickered across the goa’uld’s face, before tapering off into bemusement. “You must pass the trials.”
The jaffa nodded gravely. “I know.”
Iah smiled and nodded, slowly. “Very well, should you pass the tests set by the Marshalls, then you shall indeed become First Prime.”
No, thought Khe'jan, his determination resolute, I will become your First Prime. I will protect you.
-
Ra reclined in his throne, idly listening to his son’s report on Iah’s progress. Heru’ur brought glad tidings and only praise of Iah’s genius. Anubis, being his typically paranoid self, brought only vague warnings of Iah’s inevitable betrayal.
In truth, he did not expect results so quickly from Iah. It took him well over six hundred years to decipher the Asgard programming language, and even then, little could be gained from his prized ancient relics from the Goa’uld-Reenlokia War.
But when Iah was shown the old craft used by the little grey creatures, ideas formed quickly and his prized scientist proved his worth once more.
Increased hyperdrive speed, improved power generation, ever more powerful capital ship weapons.
All derived from the ancient Asgard ships, all successfully tapped into by Iah.
There was much Iah had yet to show for the trust Ra had given him; but that was fine by the Goa’uld Emperor.
He could trust Iah. Iah was his, and the young goa’uld’s loyalty would never be in question.
Heru’ur was finishing his report, the goa’uld idly noted, casting an amused glance at Anubis, who was grimacing.
The Jaffa had not found the trip to Iah’s domain enjoyable; he had many concerns of Iah’s management of his domain, but could not deny that it was a productive and critical asset to Ra’s holdings.
Dismissing his son and First Prime, Ra turned back to his brooding.
The System Lords were becoming desperate now, their own technology now falling away as his own grew by leaps and bounds. One more powerful demonstration of his power, and his rule over the Goa’uld in it’s entirety would be secure for the next ten thousand years; or at least whenever someone got it in their mind to try to topple him.
It was about time for his usual rounds of tribute collection, wasn’t it? Ra mused, smiling to himself as he thought of his brother grinding his teeth, of Cronus looking humiliated as ever, and Yu pursing his lips in jealousy.
Yes, a celebration within Hasara Station, where he could reward Iah in front of the System Lords.
To show the Goa’uld that Ra’s power had not waned.
That it had grown stronger, and that he would always forever be Supreme System Lord.
Always.
Nodding to himself, Ra allowed himself to let out a pleased laugh that echoed throughout the vast hall of his throneroom.
Yes, mused the Goa’uld happily, he would never fall. Never.
Four seconds.
Breath out.
Four Seconds.
Breath in.
Warmth suffused his entire body, from head to toe. Khe’jan let his breath out slowly as his meditative exercise began to end.
The Jaffa felt the warmth begin to lessen, and the light that surrounded him begin to fade.
“Khe’jan?” Came the voice of his God, from afar. His voice remarkable human. “Are you in pain?”
“No, my lord. I am well,” he replied softly, smiling. “There is no pain.”
“No headaches? Sore joints?”
The light faded, allowing him to open his eyes. Khe’jan got to his feet and stretched, shaking away the slight tingle from sitting still for so long. “The pain is gone, my lord.”
His God’s voice took on a pleasing note. “Excellent, come on out, please.”
The chamber opened and the feeling of warmth on his skin faded, replaced with the cold manufactured filtered air of his God’s laboratories. Stepping forward towards the stairs, the Jaffa could not help but marvel how much clearer his mind was, how no pain nor ache pounded away at his body and mind.
Standing at the foot of the steps was his God, in loose robes of white, kara’kesh glowing as it showed him his body. Numerous markers floated about his colorful represenation, all marked green, a hopeful sign.
As Khe’jan reached the last of the steps, he knelt, head bowed low; but his God stopped him, his tiny hand pushing his immense frame back up.
“None of that now, my Jaffa,” said his God with a smile. He gestured with his kara’kesh, showing him the internals of his own head. The gray matter was highlighted with multiple words, meanings of which Khe’jan couldn’t decipher.
“The last three showed a lot of promise. Today, I believe may have perfected the cure. This is your last treatment, Khe’jan,” said the Goa’uld, touching the image in his hand. It flickered and died. “Congratulations, my Jaffa. You will never have to suffer the pain you were born with ever again.”
Relief flooded his body and to his shame, tears began to fall from his eyes. Kah’jen did the unspeakable.
He hugged his God.
Iah cried out softly in surprise, but relaxed and wrapped his own arms around his chest; or at least attempted to. He was like a child compared to the size of the Jaffa. The God could not wrap his arms around the giant entirely, but it was a gesture accepted that only further amplified the gratitude the gigantic Jaffa felt towards his God.
He let go and gently set Iah down. “I apologize, my lord. My emotions-!”
“Think nothing of it, Khe’jan!” Iah waved away his apologies, instead reaching up to pat him on the shoulder. “I would do the same for any of my Jaffa. There is no shame in such things.”
Wiping away his tears, Kah’jen stood tall as he took a deep fortifying breath. “I…I would ask of one more boon, my lord.”
The Goa’uld stilled, and looked up at him with curiosity on his face. “What is it?”
“I wish to be your First Prime, my Lord.”
Surprise flickered across the goa’uld’s face, before tapering off into bemusement. “You must pass the trials.”
The jaffa nodded gravely. “I know.”
Iah smiled and nodded, slowly. “Very well, should you pass the tests set by the Marshalls, then you shall indeed become First Prime.”
No, thought Khe'jan, his determination resolute, I will become your First Prime. I will protect you.
-
Ra reclined in his throne, idly listening to his son’s report on Iah’s progress. Heru’ur brought glad tidings and only praise of Iah’s genius. Anubis, being his typically paranoid self, brought only vague warnings of Iah’s inevitable betrayal.
In truth, he did not expect results so quickly from Iah. It took him well over six hundred years to decipher the Asgard programming language, and even then, little could be gained from his prized ancient relics from the Goa’uld-Reenlokia War.
But when Iah was shown the old craft used by the little grey creatures, ideas formed quickly and his prized scientist proved his worth once more.
Increased hyperdrive speed, improved power generation, ever more powerful capital ship weapons.
All derived from the ancient Asgard ships, all successfully tapped into by Iah.
There was much Iah had yet to show for the trust Ra had given him; but that was fine by the Goa’uld Emperor.
He could trust Iah. Iah was his, and the young goa’uld’s loyalty would never be in question.
Heru’ur was finishing his report, the goa’uld idly noted, casting an amused glance at Anubis, who was grimacing.
The Jaffa had not found the trip to Iah’s domain enjoyable; he had many concerns of Iah’s management of his domain, but could not deny that it was a productive and critical asset to Ra’s holdings.
Dismissing his son and First Prime, Ra turned back to his brooding.
The System Lords were becoming desperate now, their own technology now falling away as his own grew by leaps and bounds. One more powerful demonstration of his power, and his rule over the Goa’uld in it’s entirety would be secure for the next ten thousand years; or at least whenever someone got it in their mind to try to topple him.
It was about time for his usual rounds of tribute collection, wasn’t it? Ra mused, smiling to himself as he thought of his brother grinding his teeth, of Cronus looking humiliated as ever, and Yu pursing his lips in jealousy.
Yes, a celebration within Hasara Station, where he could reward Iah in front of the System Lords.
To show the Goa’uld that Ra’s power had not waned.
That it had grown stronger, and that he would always forever be Supreme System Lord.
Always.
Nodding to himself, Ra allowed himself to let out a pleased laugh that echoed throughout the vast hall of his throneroom.
Yes, mused the Goa’uld happily, he would never fall. Never.