Alright, so not to worry @Spartan303 the EFC fic will get an update very soon! But in the mean time I thought I'd try my hand at a little journey down the Stargate rabbit hole. This is another reboot, which admittedly was a lot harder for me to tackle than EFC was because its sort of hard to attempt to claim you can do things differently than one of the longest running sci fi shows not Trek or Who. This is my humble attempt to do justice both to what I felt was an amazing world and cosmology while also, doing certain things differently yet similar enough to try and keep the spirit of the show and film. A blending of the two, hopefully without mutilating either
In any case, since there was a call to add some life to the Creative Writing section..here goeth my humble attempt to entertain you gents.
As per usual, all writes belong to MGM or..Disney or whatever the fuck megacorp bought this shit out.
Annndd without further adieu and with my sincerest hope that you guys both enjoy and shred me if it sucks.
I present
It is done.
They are gone, expelled from the cradle of their power. After we fled, my father sealed the Star Gate, in which Ra and his treacherous brethren were cast, banished for all time.
With him went his servants. The Serpent Apophis, mighty warrior. Golden Aker, mighty builder, depraved Kronos and Hathor, mother of chattel and behind them, the horror whose name shall not be written, whose hunger for souls is beyond madness.
Whom even Ra feared...
We pray that those who come after never enter here. Never unravel the mystery of the pyramids, never seek the accursed figures upon stone. Do not strive to emulate them, do not look for knowledge and above all else, please, we beg to you, open not the doorway.
– The ‘Ballard inscription’, an alleged Egyptian Hieroglyphs found in a Paleolithic- era cave settlement in Arizona, uncovered circa 1969.
Prologue
40,000 years ago, North Africa
Sometimes he wished they would fail a hunt, just because he hated the singing more than he hated the dancing.
They gathered around the old mother at the mouth of the immense cave system where his tribe lived during the harshest moons of the raining season, outside a storm raged.
They’d killed one of the grey great beasts with the long straight teeth. They were different from the other great ones, whose teeth curved. They had no hair either, but shared the same long nose and they screamed as horribly. They tasted better, their meat was rich with flavors from far off places.
When he touched their weak minds, he could see white sand as far as the eye could see and great big trees. He also saw people like his, but with a lot of skin and fur from dead things about them to keep warm.
Once he even saw an old woman, who had the gift like him from the weird lands. There were so few of them, but Teltak, the gifted one who came before the boy, said that there were more now than before.
The boy didn’t know about that, he didn’t care, it wasn’t his place to care, it was his place to paint the animals, to ‘see’ the hunt and to use the gift to make sure the hunters succeeded.
Teltak had failed, it was the last time the boy saw him alive. The tribe had taken him and broke his head on a great big rock. The boy felt a measure of pity, he had used his gift to make Teltak see wrong. It had been a mistake; the boy hadn’t even known he was doing it, but they killed Teltak anyway.
It was what would happen to the boy if he ever should fail. It was stupid. Teltak had been old, even when the boy’s fathers’-father was young. It took a long time for a mother to birth a person who could see the animals and summon them with the paintings.
The tribe would probably starve without him. Or would be forced to move and wander like those savages with the sloping brows, or those weird ones who were like the boy’s people but lived like the savages. They had people with gifts too, he would ‘see’ them sometimes. But they were different from him; they’d spread out too far, their blood thinned.
The boy’s mate lay sleeping beside his furs- her belly was huge. She would probably die bringing their child into the world.
Good, the boy thought. He never felt anything for her, she was distant kin to him but that meant nothing. The Elders forced him to breed with her ‘to try and make more who can see’. It succeeded, he could sense it. His replacement one day.
Part of him hoped the child died with his mate, part of him hoped he failed just so everyone would starve.
These thoughts were dark, they often made the great ones scream a lot, but it didn’t matter. He hated the great ones, he hated his mate, he hated the thing inside her, he hated his people.
Not for Teltak. But because it was so ordinary. Everything was muted, everything was silent, it was all boring. The older the boy got, the harder it became to feel anything, to care for anything.
Legends from gifted ones, from their dreams, told of beings of light. Ancient ones, who slept with the peoples of the valley. Some said the gift was born from that union, others that it is a lie told by the sloping browed idiots.
The boy believed differently. That he existed to counter those descended from the children of the ancients, that it was a natural defense against their arrogance.
But the boy didn’t care about that.
The boy was meandering, his thought erratic.It was normal after a great one died while he was still inside its mind. This one had died badly.
Duuron, the greatest hunter of their tribe hurt its baby so much, the baby cried and cried, its wild eyes searched frantically until it ceased to scream. Great one babies died from being scared all the time. It was funny, their little noses flailing about; they would get so scared and hurt that they would even seek comfort from their torturers. And when you gave it to them, only to hurt them more. It made their little hearts ache so much.
Duuron had done that. He’d hurt the little great one so badly it died of confusion and sorrow. Its mother had gone into a blind rage at its cries and charged. But it fell into a great pit, then Duuron threw a stick down into its eye and then throat. It died sputtering blood.
Now meat from it and its baby would last them the rest of the raining season. The rains were colder now, it made it harder to focus, but the caves kept them warm.
It was all so boring, so boring, so dreadfully boring.
The boy reached out to touch his mate’s belly, it would be so easy to paint the child, but they would kill him.
In secret, he painted his mate.
She was so boring.
He wanted something new, something exciting. He wanted to ‘see’ something new.
Even if that meant being killed like Teltak. At least it would be something different.
Teltak told him to always stop his thoughts when they grew dark. But the boy always thought Teltak was a fool for saying such things.
Outside, lightning roared. It seemed louder than normal, and the ground trembled below his feet. Which was odd. The storms were getting worse, but as long as they stayed in the caves, they were safe. Never had the ground shaken below him.
People who were singing and dancing went silent. The boy was happy about this, they really annoyed him.
People began to scream.
He understood why when he looked from objects of his drawings and saw something in the skies. It was enormous, in a shape he’d never seen before and it came down with stars and sun. Bright and yet dark, it was unlike anything he’d ever seen before.
His mate clutched at him and the boy pulled away. She’d woken up and was screaming. Everyone was running now, and meat which was being cured was knocked over into the dirt.
Things began to appear at the mouth of the cave. They screamed and spoke, but he wasn’t sure if he was seeing them, or ‘seeing’ them. They were odd though, not men, not quite beasts, gigantic, reptilian and snarling.
People began to run deeper into the caves, but he walked forward excited. The ground rumbled below his feet; his mate clutched at him again. He dashed her head into a wall, she fell, she was bloody.
The creatures, if they were even there, seemed to ignore him and focused on those who ran.
The boy sealed his fate in that instant. But had he known, he wouldn’t have cared. His prayers were answered; he could finally experience something new.
The stars and sun that seemed to wrap about that which looked like a mountain. Now they were joined by a chorus of thunder and lightning; and he finally felt it. Something inside the mountain called to him, the boy could feel it. It had the gift as well!
But its spirit was different, unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was so powerful, so old, so different. Its drawings were of animals the boy had never seen before and shapes he didn’t understand.
It was in so much pain as well!
That too was different. Never had another with the gift been so strong that the boy felt its pain as more than a distant hum. This was vivid and loud and overwhelming. Yet it felt decayed; its power was holding it together, but the effort was growing more and more painful.
It was so fascinating.
It was searching for something, it was seeking something new. New beings?
Was it bored as well?
His tribe fled, his tribe cowered, but he came forward. He called back.
Here I am. Something new. Something new! Here I am!
In any case, since there was a call to add some life to the Creative Writing section..here goeth my humble attempt to entertain you gents.
As per usual, all writes belong to MGM or..Disney or whatever the fuck megacorp bought this shit out.
Annndd without further adieu and with my sincerest hope that you guys both enjoy and shred me if it sucks.
I present
It is done.
They are gone, expelled from the cradle of their power. After we fled, my father sealed the Star Gate, in which Ra and his treacherous brethren were cast, banished for all time.
With him went his servants. The Serpent Apophis, mighty warrior. Golden Aker, mighty builder, depraved Kronos and Hathor, mother of chattel and behind them, the horror whose name shall not be written, whose hunger for souls is beyond madness.
Whom even Ra feared...
We pray that those who come after never enter here. Never unravel the mystery of the pyramids, never seek the accursed figures upon stone. Do not strive to emulate them, do not look for knowledge and above all else, please, we beg to you, open not the doorway.
– The ‘Ballard inscription’, an alleged Egyptian Hieroglyphs found in a Paleolithic- era cave settlement in Arizona, uncovered circa 1969.
Prologue
40,000 years ago, North Africa
Sometimes he wished they would fail a hunt, just because he hated the singing more than he hated the dancing.
They gathered around the old mother at the mouth of the immense cave system where his tribe lived during the harshest moons of the raining season, outside a storm raged.
They’d killed one of the grey great beasts with the long straight teeth. They were different from the other great ones, whose teeth curved. They had no hair either, but shared the same long nose and they screamed as horribly. They tasted better, their meat was rich with flavors from far off places.
When he touched their weak minds, he could see white sand as far as the eye could see and great big trees. He also saw people like his, but with a lot of skin and fur from dead things about them to keep warm.
Once he even saw an old woman, who had the gift like him from the weird lands. There were so few of them, but Teltak, the gifted one who came before the boy, said that there were more now than before.
The boy didn’t know about that, he didn’t care, it wasn’t his place to care, it was his place to paint the animals, to ‘see’ the hunt and to use the gift to make sure the hunters succeeded.
Teltak had failed, it was the last time the boy saw him alive. The tribe had taken him and broke his head on a great big rock. The boy felt a measure of pity, he had used his gift to make Teltak see wrong. It had been a mistake; the boy hadn’t even known he was doing it, but they killed Teltak anyway.
It was what would happen to the boy if he ever should fail. It was stupid. Teltak had been old, even when the boy’s fathers’-father was young. It took a long time for a mother to birth a person who could see the animals and summon them with the paintings.
The tribe would probably starve without him. Or would be forced to move and wander like those savages with the sloping brows, or those weird ones who were like the boy’s people but lived like the savages. They had people with gifts too, he would ‘see’ them sometimes. But they were different from him; they’d spread out too far, their blood thinned.
The boy’s mate lay sleeping beside his furs- her belly was huge. She would probably die bringing their child into the world.
Good, the boy thought. He never felt anything for her, she was distant kin to him but that meant nothing. The Elders forced him to breed with her ‘to try and make more who can see’. It succeeded, he could sense it. His replacement one day.
Part of him hoped the child died with his mate, part of him hoped he failed just so everyone would starve.
These thoughts were dark, they often made the great ones scream a lot, but it didn’t matter. He hated the great ones, he hated his mate, he hated the thing inside her, he hated his people.
Not for Teltak. But because it was so ordinary. Everything was muted, everything was silent, it was all boring. The older the boy got, the harder it became to feel anything, to care for anything.
Legends from gifted ones, from their dreams, told of beings of light. Ancient ones, who slept with the peoples of the valley. Some said the gift was born from that union, others that it is a lie told by the sloping browed idiots.
The boy believed differently. That he existed to counter those descended from the children of the ancients, that it was a natural defense against their arrogance.
But the boy didn’t care about that.
The boy was meandering, his thought erratic.It was normal after a great one died while he was still inside its mind. This one had died badly.
Duuron, the greatest hunter of their tribe hurt its baby so much, the baby cried and cried, its wild eyes searched frantically until it ceased to scream. Great one babies died from being scared all the time. It was funny, their little noses flailing about; they would get so scared and hurt that they would even seek comfort from their torturers. And when you gave it to them, only to hurt them more. It made their little hearts ache so much.
Duuron had done that. He’d hurt the little great one so badly it died of confusion and sorrow. Its mother had gone into a blind rage at its cries and charged. But it fell into a great pit, then Duuron threw a stick down into its eye and then throat. It died sputtering blood.
Now meat from it and its baby would last them the rest of the raining season. The rains were colder now, it made it harder to focus, but the caves kept them warm.
It was all so boring, so boring, so dreadfully boring.
The boy reached out to touch his mate’s belly, it would be so easy to paint the child, but they would kill him.
In secret, he painted his mate.
She was so boring.
He wanted something new, something exciting. He wanted to ‘see’ something new.
Even if that meant being killed like Teltak. At least it would be something different.
Teltak told him to always stop his thoughts when they grew dark. But the boy always thought Teltak was a fool for saying such things.
Outside, lightning roared. It seemed louder than normal, and the ground trembled below his feet. Which was odd. The storms were getting worse, but as long as they stayed in the caves, they were safe. Never had the ground shaken below him.
People who were singing and dancing went silent. The boy was happy about this, they really annoyed him.
People began to scream.
He understood why when he looked from objects of his drawings and saw something in the skies. It was enormous, in a shape he’d never seen before and it came down with stars and sun. Bright and yet dark, it was unlike anything he’d ever seen before.
His mate clutched at him and the boy pulled away. She’d woken up and was screaming. Everyone was running now, and meat which was being cured was knocked over into the dirt.
Things began to appear at the mouth of the cave. They screamed and spoke, but he wasn’t sure if he was seeing them, or ‘seeing’ them. They were odd though, not men, not quite beasts, gigantic, reptilian and snarling.
People began to run deeper into the caves, but he walked forward excited. The ground rumbled below his feet; his mate clutched at him again. He dashed her head into a wall, she fell, she was bloody.
The creatures, if they were even there, seemed to ignore him and focused on those who ran.
The boy sealed his fate in that instant. But had he known, he wouldn’t have cared. His prayers were answered; he could finally experience something new.
The stars and sun that seemed to wrap about that which looked like a mountain. Now they were joined by a chorus of thunder and lightning; and he finally felt it. Something inside the mountain called to him, the boy could feel it. It had the gift as well!
But its spirit was different, unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was so powerful, so old, so different. Its drawings were of animals the boy had never seen before and shapes he didn’t understand.
It was in so much pain as well!
That too was different. Never had another with the gift been so strong that the boy felt its pain as more than a distant hum. This was vivid and loud and overwhelming. Yet it felt decayed; its power was holding it together, but the effort was growing more and more painful.
It was so fascinating.
It was searching for something, it was seeking something new. New beings?
Was it bored as well?
His tribe fled, his tribe cowered, but he came forward. He called back.
Here I am. Something new. Something new! Here I am!
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