It's a Traveller tank, but this just FELT like something a prideful Space Lord wouldn't mind fielding:
Stargate Through the Looking Glass and into Heaven.
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They wouldn't be used against peasants of the Empire, outside of whenever the Langarans/Kelownans get bored and start a planet wide riot I'd think. I think if they're bringing out the heavy armor it's because they're in the shit..or Langara decided to riot again because someone threw a hat on the floor or something
Then again that might be a fun chapter to write..Having a few earth tanks square off against some of their lighter tanks..
It'll be interesting, because it would be the first time since fighting the Asgard or Cronos/Kronos that they've squared off against someone who uses vehicles like that.
All those Jaffa that have snoozed during their training courses for the tanks.
Yeah! I could see that, a little bit more blinged out because "competent" Goa'uld are still divas, but yes!
These are great ideas gents...I'd have gassed out on this story sans feedback ages ago thanks.
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One more tank suggestion for you. I could definitely see Yu going for something like this...
assault vehicles that border on being starfighters? Yeah, I can see that.
His whole military is geared around defense or blitzkrieg style fighting. In and out quickly because he's much more concerned with turning his territory in an almost unassailable fortress than anything else.
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Man, that looks like somebody read "angled armor has more protection" and then proceeded to immediately design a tank in a 3D rendering engine without taking a single other factor into consideration.
Which is very Goa'ould, come to think of it.
Needs more gold or shiny colored metal. Maybe some spinners
At least for the series.
In the fic it would be more militaristic but still pimped out.
Their warships have maidenheads/Figure heads after all.
Maybe nose art in homagr of their favorite female overlords. 😋
Hah! That might be interesting to write out honestly.
Harlock
I should have expected that really
Tank combat should be a good match, most modern tanks use composite armour specifically designed to resist heat based attacks, and with Goa'uld using heat based weapons it might make them surprisingly resilient.
Missiles may not be as effective, but a good old fashioned metal rod moving at a few thousand feet per second is a different matter
Missiles may not be as effective, but a good old fashioned metal rod moving at a few thousand feet per second is a different matter
I sort of envisioned that as a bit of a weakness. Most of their enemies use Energy Weaponry, not kinetics. So the system Lords would have designed their tank armor primarily to repel that.
Not a U238 round barreling at it at high speeds.
Apophis will probably change up his doctrine but he will also have other problems.
Fireside chat
Alright, quick addition so you guys know I won't be going dark for a long time again.
Well, that and shit's about to hit the fan.
Fireside Chats
They must have looked ridiculous, O’Neill realized, the four of them seated across the fire watching a ten-year-old boy, with Doctor Carter being the only one willing to sit next to him and O’Neill wasn’t sure if he liked the implications of that, given her hand was resting near her field knife.
Carter was young, driven, beautiful and there were moments where he found himself enjoying her company more than he should and moments like this where she made his skin crawl.
Though, not more than the boy who flashed a reassuring smile. “Not worry, O-N..O’Neill. She’s just protecting her.” The youth, if it could be called that paused and moved his tongue around in his mouth as if mulling over the proper word. “Pack? Cadre? Ah, Unit. She won’t hurt me, because I won’t hurt you.”
That wasn’t as reassuring as the alien boy intended it to be. But it raised an interesting question. If the boy meant them harm, could any of them really stop it? Afterall, the Admiral’s ruin was in front of them and he was messing with their minds well before that given O’Neill was now realizing he had no idea how they even found this area.
“So” Daniel began. “Is Nefreyu your name? Or the name of your people?”
“Nefreyu means misstep or blunder in Ori.” Teal’c remarked. “That is not the boy’s name, I believe he was apologizing for startling us.” Teal’c had slept through most of the ancient languages courses when he was an academy student, as most self-respecting Jaffa youth did, but what little he did recall stayed with him even now nearly a hundred and sixty years later.
The boy nodded. “Yes, but you may call me that. Names have power, or so grandfather says.”
“Do you live with your grandfather?” Carter asked, with an odd curiosity in her eyes.
The boy shook his head. “No, I live with mother, this is her place, but Grandfather teaches me things, when he can spare the time.”
She nodded. “My parents died when I was a child, I was raised by my grandfather.” Saying that made her flinch, why the hell had she divulged that information to him? The boy for his part didn’t seem to acknowledge it, the look in his eyes suggested it was out of respect for what she saw as a mental intrusion.
“Are you..doing all this..Little blunder?” Jackson asked curiously, the firelight glinting off his glasses.
“No” Nefreyu answered, his eyes shifting to Marshal. “Mother is..I don’t go into the minds of Lotar. Grandfather says it’s not respectful.” The boy answered sheepishly. Cleary, there was some sort of familial debate and Daniel wanted to query more. To try and figure out, just what this boy was but Teal’c spoke up again clarifying that these humans were not Lotar but Tau’Ri. Something that O’Neill to glare.
Not that it mattered, secrecy was moot when you shot up a God’s house and absconded with his universe famous war chief. The boy looked surprise at the mention of them being Tau’Ri and looked to Teal’c “But you are a First Prime! A war Master if my learning is true…Why are you with the defiant ones?”
Teal’c raised an eyebrow, his features grim in the firelight. “In truth, I grew disgusted with what Apophis had become and wished to deal a blow to him and in doing so rid myself of a madman as a liege. I had not anticipated I would find more with the people of Tau’Ri.”
The boy seemed to take the answer for what it was and let out a small yawn. “Don’t be mad at my mother Colonel! She just wanted you to find what you were looking for and not get hurt.” It was surreal how he could sound wise one second and all innocent the next and it took Carter a second to realize that he had called his mother the owner of this place (Did he mean the planet or?). “Nefreyu, you’re messing with our heads without meaning too.” Carter said, a slight amount of force in her tone, as if she was chiding a pet and not a boy.
“I’m sorry” he muttered before pointing at Teal’c. “I am trying to protect him, his symbiote doesn’t like the way we read minds, something about our telepathy being different than the telepathy of the Peers..One of them must have given birth to your Prim’tah.”
“Indeed” Teal’c remarked.
“I guess, I focused too hard or something, I’m sorry” He again added with a facial expression that looked oddly like something out of an old little Rascals skit.
“You should, also thank your mother on our behalf” Marshal put in helpfully, as surreal as the experience was, as daunting as confronting a mindreading alien had been. It was also fascinating from a scientific perspective, and he didn’t get the impression that either the boy or his mother was a threat. Which, he admitted could have been because of their power and not because he was making an accurate guess.
O’Neill gave a nod and then asked the question that seemed to hang in the air. “Nefrey…err... Nefrechu... Listen kid, you said your mom wanted to protect us. Do you mean there are a lot of dangerous predators out there?”
The boy went silent, quirking his head lightly as if weighing his words. Before finally shrugging and shaking his head. “No, not a lot…Just two...."
Well, that and shit's about to hit the fan.
Fireside Chats
They must have looked ridiculous, O’Neill realized, the four of them seated across the fire watching a ten-year-old boy, with Doctor Carter being the only one willing to sit next to him and O’Neill wasn’t sure if he liked the implications of that, given her hand was resting near her field knife.
Carter was young, driven, beautiful and there were moments where he found himself enjoying her company more than he should and moments like this where she made his skin crawl.
Though, not more than the boy who flashed a reassuring smile. “Not worry, O-N..O’Neill. She’s just protecting her.” The youth, if it could be called that paused and moved his tongue around in his mouth as if mulling over the proper word. “Pack? Cadre? Ah, Unit. She won’t hurt me, because I won’t hurt you.”
That wasn’t as reassuring as the alien boy intended it to be. But it raised an interesting question. If the boy meant them harm, could any of them really stop it? Afterall, the Admiral’s ruin was in front of them and he was messing with their minds well before that given O’Neill was now realizing he had no idea how they even found this area.
“So” Daniel began. “Is Nefreyu your name? Or the name of your people?”
“Nefreyu means misstep or blunder in Ori.” Teal’c remarked. “That is not the boy’s name, I believe he was apologizing for startling us.” Teal’c had slept through most of the ancient languages courses when he was an academy student, as most self-respecting Jaffa youth did, but what little he did recall stayed with him even now nearly a hundred and sixty years later.
The boy nodded. “Yes, but you may call me that. Names have power, or so grandfather says.”
“Do you live with your grandfather?” Carter asked, with an odd curiosity in her eyes.
The boy shook his head. “No, I live with mother, this is her place, but Grandfather teaches me things, when he can spare the time.”
She nodded. “My parents died when I was a child, I was raised by my grandfather.” Saying that made her flinch, why the hell had she divulged that information to him? The boy for his part didn’t seem to acknowledge it, the look in his eyes suggested it was out of respect for what she saw as a mental intrusion.
“Are you..doing all this..Little blunder?” Jackson asked curiously, the firelight glinting off his glasses.
“No” Nefreyu answered, his eyes shifting to Marshal. “Mother is..I don’t go into the minds of Lotar. Grandfather says it’s not respectful.” The boy answered sheepishly. Cleary, there was some sort of familial debate and Daniel wanted to query more. To try and figure out, just what this boy was but Teal’c spoke up again clarifying that these humans were not Lotar but Tau’Ri. Something that O’Neill to glare.
Not that it mattered, secrecy was moot when you shot up a God’s house and absconded with his universe famous war chief. The boy looked surprise at the mention of them being Tau’Ri and looked to Teal’c “But you are a First Prime! A war Master if my learning is true…Why are you with the defiant ones?”
Teal’c raised an eyebrow, his features grim in the firelight. “In truth, I grew disgusted with what Apophis had become and wished to deal a blow to him and in doing so rid myself of a madman as a liege. I had not anticipated I would find more with the people of Tau’Ri.”
The boy seemed to take the answer for what it was and let out a small yawn. “Don’t be mad at my mother Colonel! She just wanted you to find what you were looking for and not get hurt.” It was surreal how he could sound wise one second and all innocent the next and it took Carter a second to realize that he had called his mother the owner of this place (Did he mean the planet or?). “Nefreyu, you’re messing with our heads without meaning too.” Carter said, a slight amount of force in her tone, as if she was chiding a pet and not a boy.
“I’m sorry” he muttered before pointing at Teal’c. “I am trying to protect him, his symbiote doesn’t like the way we read minds, something about our telepathy being different than the telepathy of the Peers..One of them must have given birth to your Prim’tah.”
“Indeed” Teal’c remarked.
“I guess, I focused too hard or something, I’m sorry” He again added with a facial expression that looked oddly like something out of an old little Rascals skit.
“You should, also thank your mother on our behalf” Marshal put in helpfully, as surreal as the experience was, as daunting as confronting a mindreading alien had been. It was also fascinating from a scientific perspective, and he didn’t get the impression that either the boy or his mother was a threat. Which, he admitted could have been because of their power and not because he was making an accurate guess.
O’Neill gave a nod and then asked the question that seemed to hang in the air. “Nefrey…err... Nefrechu... Listen kid, you said your mom wanted to protect us. Do you mean there are a lot of dangerous predators out there?”
The boy went silent, quirking his head lightly as if weighing his words. Before finally shrugging and shaking his head. “No, not a lot…Just two...."
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Finally caught up. I am absolutely loving this.
Glad you're liking it!
O'Neill is gonna start slipping some antipsychotics in Carter's coffee if she keeps creeping him out like this.
I'd like to know more about this Ecological and resources renewal that was speculated about. What's up with that?
Something my version of the Furlings dabbled with and may have created but that the Ori learned and then misused.
Basically they wanted to create a universe as Immortal as they believed themselves to be. But reality had other ideas.
I'll go into more detail about that technology in a Drey'ac POV. Since she'd either be interacting with Yu and that's his specialty or Ba'al whose nearly as savvy in the field.
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@Harlock and @Spartan303 This one's for you!
@Knowledgeispower And because you just love plotting ways to murder those snake bastards, here's a bit more of what their top tier psychics can do!
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Othalla- Dwarf Galaxy Orbiting the Super Giant Galaxy Ida- Month of Nu (Seventh month of the Imperial Calender), August by Tau’Ri reckoning.
“I should have you beaten and exiled for mutinous impudence..” There was no rancor in her mistress’s voice, instead a playfulness mixed with a bit of concern for her safety were detected by Ishta’s ears. Nevertheless, the Prime who would likely become First Prime for Hathor’s branch of the House of Ra soon. Bowed deeply, allowing her hair to fall about her eyes and in an accepting tone uttered “If that is your wish.” In the most melodramatic way possible while still sounding subdued. Her mistress let out a soft laugh, one that echoed in her chorus like voice. The voice the System Lords used, though Hathor seldom used it to menace or to reproach, the soft myriad of voices always seemed to fill the psyche of her Jaffa with confidence and discipline. Now was no different, but a laugh that personal was a unique gift.
“I consider you…” The dark-haired Goddess paused for a second in thought, she was adorned in all black indigo today, her save for the shimmering silver of her jewels and the crown of a trinium platinum alloy and small horns fashioned to resemble that of the bovine like beast she’d taken for her personal symbol. They rose out of her crown and glinted in the sun, a headset that looked like it should have been too heavy to wear. Her armor had retracted into her flesh leaving the tanned skin of her host exposed to air. Negotiations with the Asurans had concluded a day ago but her Jaffa had only just departed. Hathor, ordering them to return through the gate carrying their copy of the signed treaty remained motionless, looking towards the mountains as if, in a trance.
Ishta knew she was allowing her psyche to rest after the immense exertions that their task demanded. The psychic call no other System Lord living was strong enough to make, reaching out into the depths as she had. She’d probably end up sleeping this off in a resurrection chamber, the first time in who knew how long that Hathor will have visited one. “I consider you a friend, or the closest thing to that, which a being like myself can have to one.”
The word’s shook Ishta to her core, not only because it was a thing discouraged by the very social norms Hathor helped create but because she was so ancient that it was hard for the oldest of the Peers to really bond with anyone. Ishta swallowed and went to one knee. “You do yourself a disservice majestic eminence, to lower yourself to my level.”
Hathor turned absent mindedly pulling a strand of hair away from her Prime’s brow. “Disparity doesn’t equate with impossibility Ishta. Since before Horem’s death, you have obeyed every order I have ever given you, even when you protested. And that you did protest and offer intelligence in your protestations is why you stand beside me now. For all the years you served me, you listened to me, you have been my shadow and now you commit an offense nearly treasonous and in such a delicate situation solely to protect me? You don’t do that out of a sense of duty and we both know this is so.”
-If this one dies, I’ll burn a thousand worlds to avenge her- Hathor thought, a hint of the woman who obliterated an entire species of sentient felines for a lesser affront burning through the fog of years. Hathor smiled when she realized Istha was thinking the same but in reverse.
“I don’t know why you have shown me the deference you have, but it is an honor I don’t know if I deserve.”
“You do Istha and you will learn the true measure of your strength in the darker times ahead. You will abandon me then.”
“NO!” Ishta wanted to roar that out and she abruptly shot up “Majestic eminence if you truly believe this, then how can you call me friend? You should be calling me corpse!” It was horrifying! Was this some test of character?
Hathor laughed again softly. “Nonsense child, you will do a terrible thing to save Dakkara and you will know, when it is time to do this thing and when you do it. You will have not only remained my friend but proven yourself to be amongst the greatest living Jaffa. I have foreseen it, I knew it the moment we met. I call you friend, to assure you on that day, when you will wish for death. To know that I do not forgive you, for there is nothing to forgive and that I call you friend because only you would have the strength to do it. Teal’c has left us and Bra’tac was entrusted with the future of your mighty race. Only you remain, you, the huntress of pirates, the boy and that Tau’Ri first prime. ” She paused here and touched her lip with an index finger in a mock gesture of thought.
-The one who murdered Ra, whom Hathor saw slay Sek'Het in a vision.- Ishta looked into her eyes, confused. Sensing no betrayal, or cruelty, only a serenity of a sort in those ancient eyes that belonged to her liege. “Mistress..I…” she paused, for the skies above suddenly grew gray. The air about them humid and cold and within seconds, there was thunder.
Ishta looked up to see lightning roaring through clouds that suddenly grew darker and angrier. Wind howled and she could hear the terrified screams of the primitives that had lurked upon their periphery of their camp since they’d first arrived. Instinctively Istha jumped in front of Hathor as lightning continued to roil above and the storm clouds grew until the entire horizon was eclipsed by night. The sudden onset of the storm, provoking questions as to how the sensors in her amor hadn’t picked that up. “This storm, its abrupt…It must be.”
“Artificial” Hathor responded with a bemused smile.
Ishta’s blood froze.
An artificial storm, in Asgardian territory.
Neither her liege nor she possessed any of the generators they’d used as the only one remaining had given up its ability to function due to the strain. They were stranded…Was this a Baliskner? The dreaded Warship of the Aesir? Or perhaps the rumored Sleipnir. The supposed newest class of Asgardian vessels, representing the bleeding edge of their formidable technology. As the storms and winds began to give way to a shape that caused the ground to tremble Ishta nearly lost hope.
The Sleipnir was larger than anything the Asgard had ever fielded, nearly twice the size of the largest dreadnaught the Imperium fielded (which were several miles long.). It was not the usual hammer style but was sleek, almost resembling the stealth aircraft she’d seen in the picket fleets of the more sophisticated Lotar Worlds (Those who augmented Jaffa peacekeepers.), it was of a silver metal that was nearly clear and its blade like wings were to the rear as was common for Asgardian ships of war. This vessel was likely more than a match for four of their Dreadnaughts and it would likely take an entire battlegroup to bring her down. If this represented the pinnacle of Asgardian military might than she thanked Ra for their industrial advantage because if it weren’t for their ability to field overwhelming numbers, there wouldn’t have been a cold war like stalemate all these millennia. “Beautiful” she admitted ruefully.
“My dear Prime, we must part ways now. For I have another friend who I must visit, one who will give me a ride home.” Unless he kills me because the message I sent him with the copy of the treaty came through garbled. Hathor wanted to shrug, she was a Goddess, not perfect.
Ishta blinked. “I cannot leave you with..that..nor can I leave you without a proper..power.” Istha went silent as Hathor extended a hand towards the gate and with a sigh of effort that left her looking somewhat pale, the Gate bloomed to life, each Chevron properly locked.
Ishta found herself lifted into the air by the power of Hathor’s mind and she was soon flung through the gate in an almost comedic manner. Her last through before the wormhole catapulted her to a planet within Hathor’s domain was that she could have sworn her mistress was almost excited.
As the Gate closed a beam of energy matching the colors of a rainbow enveloped Hathor and she faded from the surface of the world just as the mighty vessel began its ascent into the heavens.
And a God of Thunder, champion of light and slayer of dragons, met a builder of Empires and Goddess of Creation.
@Knowledgeispower And because you just love plotting ways to murder those snake bastards, here's a bit more of what their top tier psychics can do!
.........
Othalla- Dwarf Galaxy Orbiting the Super Giant Galaxy Ida- Month of Nu (Seventh month of the Imperial Calender), August by Tau’Ri reckoning.
“I should have you beaten and exiled for mutinous impudence..” There was no rancor in her mistress’s voice, instead a playfulness mixed with a bit of concern for her safety were detected by Ishta’s ears. Nevertheless, the Prime who would likely become First Prime for Hathor’s branch of the House of Ra soon. Bowed deeply, allowing her hair to fall about her eyes and in an accepting tone uttered “If that is your wish.” In the most melodramatic way possible while still sounding subdued. Her mistress let out a soft laugh, one that echoed in her chorus like voice. The voice the System Lords used, though Hathor seldom used it to menace or to reproach, the soft myriad of voices always seemed to fill the psyche of her Jaffa with confidence and discipline. Now was no different, but a laugh that personal was a unique gift.
“I consider you…” The dark-haired Goddess paused for a second in thought, she was adorned in all black indigo today, her save for the shimmering silver of her jewels and the crown of a trinium platinum alloy and small horns fashioned to resemble that of the bovine like beast she’d taken for her personal symbol. They rose out of her crown and glinted in the sun, a headset that looked like it should have been too heavy to wear. Her armor had retracted into her flesh leaving the tanned skin of her host exposed to air. Negotiations with the Asurans had concluded a day ago but her Jaffa had only just departed. Hathor, ordering them to return through the gate carrying their copy of the signed treaty remained motionless, looking towards the mountains as if, in a trance.
Ishta knew she was allowing her psyche to rest after the immense exertions that their task demanded. The psychic call no other System Lord living was strong enough to make, reaching out into the depths as she had. She’d probably end up sleeping this off in a resurrection chamber, the first time in who knew how long that Hathor will have visited one. “I consider you a friend, or the closest thing to that, which a being like myself can have to one.”
The word’s shook Ishta to her core, not only because it was a thing discouraged by the very social norms Hathor helped create but because she was so ancient that it was hard for the oldest of the Peers to really bond with anyone. Ishta swallowed and went to one knee. “You do yourself a disservice majestic eminence, to lower yourself to my level.”
Hathor turned absent mindedly pulling a strand of hair away from her Prime’s brow. “Disparity doesn’t equate with impossibility Ishta. Since before Horem’s death, you have obeyed every order I have ever given you, even when you protested. And that you did protest and offer intelligence in your protestations is why you stand beside me now. For all the years you served me, you listened to me, you have been my shadow and now you commit an offense nearly treasonous and in such a delicate situation solely to protect me? You don’t do that out of a sense of duty and we both know this is so.”
-If this one dies, I’ll burn a thousand worlds to avenge her- Hathor thought, a hint of the woman who obliterated an entire species of sentient felines for a lesser affront burning through the fog of years. Hathor smiled when she realized Istha was thinking the same but in reverse.
“I don’t know why you have shown me the deference you have, but it is an honor I don’t know if I deserve.”
“You do Istha and you will learn the true measure of your strength in the darker times ahead. You will abandon me then.”
“NO!” Ishta wanted to roar that out and she abruptly shot up “Majestic eminence if you truly believe this, then how can you call me friend? You should be calling me corpse!” It was horrifying! Was this some test of character?
Hathor laughed again softly. “Nonsense child, you will do a terrible thing to save Dakkara and you will know, when it is time to do this thing and when you do it. You will have not only remained my friend but proven yourself to be amongst the greatest living Jaffa. I have foreseen it, I knew it the moment we met. I call you friend, to assure you on that day, when you will wish for death. To know that I do not forgive you, for there is nothing to forgive and that I call you friend because only you would have the strength to do it. Teal’c has left us and Bra’tac was entrusted with the future of your mighty race. Only you remain, you, the huntress of pirates, the boy and that Tau’Ri first prime. ” She paused here and touched her lip with an index finger in a mock gesture of thought.
-The one who murdered Ra, whom Hathor saw slay Sek'Het in a vision.- Ishta looked into her eyes, confused. Sensing no betrayal, or cruelty, only a serenity of a sort in those ancient eyes that belonged to her liege. “Mistress..I…” she paused, for the skies above suddenly grew gray. The air about them humid and cold and within seconds, there was thunder.
Ishta looked up to see lightning roaring through clouds that suddenly grew darker and angrier. Wind howled and she could hear the terrified screams of the primitives that had lurked upon their periphery of their camp since they’d first arrived. Instinctively Istha jumped in front of Hathor as lightning continued to roil above and the storm clouds grew until the entire horizon was eclipsed by night. The sudden onset of the storm, provoking questions as to how the sensors in her amor hadn’t picked that up. “This storm, its abrupt…It must be.”
“Artificial” Hathor responded with a bemused smile.
Ishta’s blood froze.
An artificial storm, in Asgardian territory.
Neither her liege nor she possessed any of the generators they’d used as the only one remaining had given up its ability to function due to the strain. They were stranded…Was this a Baliskner? The dreaded Warship of the Aesir? Or perhaps the rumored Sleipnir. The supposed newest class of Asgardian vessels, representing the bleeding edge of their formidable technology. As the storms and winds began to give way to a shape that caused the ground to tremble Ishta nearly lost hope.
The Sleipnir was larger than anything the Asgard had ever fielded, nearly twice the size of the largest dreadnaught the Imperium fielded (which were several miles long.). It was not the usual hammer style but was sleek, almost resembling the stealth aircraft she’d seen in the picket fleets of the more sophisticated Lotar Worlds (Those who augmented Jaffa peacekeepers.), it was of a silver metal that was nearly clear and its blade like wings were to the rear as was common for Asgardian ships of war. This vessel was likely more than a match for four of their Dreadnaughts and it would likely take an entire battlegroup to bring her down. If this represented the pinnacle of Asgardian military might than she thanked Ra for their industrial advantage because if it weren’t for their ability to field overwhelming numbers, there wouldn’t have been a cold war like stalemate all these millennia. “Beautiful” she admitted ruefully.
“My dear Prime, we must part ways now. For I have another friend who I must visit, one who will give me a ride home.” Unless he kills me because the message I sent him with the copy of the treaty came through garbled. Hathor wanted to shrug, she was a Goddess, not perfect.
Ishta blinked. “I cannot leave you with..that..nor can I leave you without a proper..power.” Istha went silent as Hathor extended a hand towards the gate and with a sigh of effort that left her looking somewhat pale, the Gate bloomed to life, each Chevron properly locked.
Ishta found herself lifted into the air by the power of Hathor’s mind and she was soon flung through the gate in an almost comedic manner. Her last through before the wormhole catapulted her to a planet within Hathor’s domain was that she could have sworn her mistress was almost excited.
As the Gate closed a beam of energy matching the colors of a rainbow enveloped Hathor and she faded from the surface of the world just as the mighty vessel began its ascent into the heavens.
And a God of Thunder, champion of light and slayer of dragons, met a builder of Empires and Goddess of Creation.
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I'm fascinated. I want to see more!
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Well time to roll out a fleet of the Culture's combat vessels for this particular snake
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