You'll get your flying tube, the space battleship Arizona and the Yorktown carriers will need dedicated missile cover.
I figure I could have a few ships hurl naquadah enhanced cold war era nukes that were "decommissioned" at the snakes.
Stargate Through the Looking Glass and into Heaven.
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You'll get your flying tube, the space battleship Arizona and the Yorktown carriers will need dedicated missile cover.
I figure I could have a few ships hurl naquadah enhanced cold war era nukes that were "decommissioned" at the snakes.
Did I fuck up the action? I hope I didn't totally drop the ball on that.
paulobrito
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Slightly?
That bad huh 😅🤣🤣
In all honesty it was never meant to be a proper fleet engagement just some action that shows off what Ba'al can do.
But damn, sorry for shitting the bed.
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Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
To be fair you could probably integrate a honeycomb structure in a lot of hull shapes....is picturing a Battlestar with it
Action wasn't bad.
It wasn't the centerpiece so it was right to have it be short and brutal. Which worked with your POV since Drey'ac's ship was out of the fight once it SDF-1'd/Excalibur'd the enemy fleet.
It wasn't the centerpiece so it was right to have it be short and brutal. Which worked with your POV since Drey'ac's ship was out of the fight once it SDF-1'd/Excalibur'd the enemy fleet.
I can see Apophis wanting a capitol ship that transforms into a gigantic Gundam. However impractical, even though he does kinda take war very seriously.
Just the mental image alone would be tempting.
I didn't realize Whispering Monks post was the 666th!
And people call me Satan 😋
Update coming pronto gents. Wanna get back to regular updating and making this more serialized.
And people call me Satan 😋
Update coming pronto gents. Wanna get back to regular updating and making this more serialized.
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I will forever hear sympathy for the devil when you post.
With any luck I'll conclude this episode by Sunday and have the first part of Enigma up.
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A calamitous clash!
Alright so... SG-1 faces off against the heavenly Prince and I once again want to thank @bullethead for all his help with military matters because I am pretty sure I couldn't have done anything this episode without him.
Also @Knowledgeispower is gonna want my hide for this.
@Spartan303 Monk bro! I hope this is appropriately fitting for a Nox episode and for SG proper.
@Harlock Getting a little bit of Horus's mindset and ah yes, SG-1 fighting together at last!
The Falcon and the Eagle
Part 2.
From the halls of Montezuma to the forests of Avalon….
Had Anubis still lived, the prince was certain the warrior would be in his second hour of admonishing him for all the ways this was a fool’s notion. In truth, he wouldn’t blame his old mentor. This was stupid. Everything about this was stupid; from his arranging a clandestine meeting with Herakles to see if he could convince Zeus to side with him against Apophis when Zeus was fortifying his borders as if he expected both Horus and Apophis to act like complete fools. A being just as likely to advance his own name, court either way or do nothing. Then, sensing the presence of the Nox on this world yet refusing to call off the hunting trip the moment he did. Lya, Leanan as was her true name was someone, he’d known his entire existence even living under her protection during a particularly bad century of the great rebellion when Ra and Hathor believed the sudden involvement of the Asgard and Fyryns might doom the rebellion.
He trusted her, she was like family and when she allowed them to spend several weeks hunting here and meeting in secret, he figured she was still neutral enough to warn him of the Tau’Ri presence. Instead, he had to find out from Herakles, who while beneath his station was a dear friend. A dear friend who could sometimes be heedless, which was how the prince of the stars now had a bunch of dead Tau’Ri and Abydonians at his feet, in a system claimed by the Nox before he had made up his mind on the Tau’Ri question. That a Tau’Ri had destroyed his divine father was something Horus knew in every fiber of his being. That one of them allegedly raised the rebellion on Abydos (A rebellion his mother, seemed content to ignore!) was known. Killed by a crude atomic, according to that thing his degenerate uncle called a son. But that alone wasn’t proof enough. After all, testimony retrieved via telepathic intrusion was notoriously unreliable, it was one of the reasons he seldom honed his more esoteric psychic powers. All that Horus knew was that a crude atomic weapon had been used, his technologists confirmed at least that.
Then the raid on Chulak and Teal’c betrayal occurred. Only the devious Tau’Ri could inspire such rebellion in one of the greatest living Jaffa! This Onyer must have been a mastermind to sway such a loyal soldier of the Empire, to pervert his mind. The evidence mounted, perhaps Tau’Ri had finally risen to claim its revenge.
Or perhaps one man cruelly plunged both their peoples to brink of war. Horus couldn’t be certain, all he felt was a burning rage for the Tau’Ri who killed his father. Killed, perhaps it wasn’t a murder, none of it made sense. Nothing made sense, everything was mad and perhaps he wasn’t as complex a thinker as Ba’al, or his sister and brother but one didn’t need to be to realize something was rotten. And when the Jaffa told him Herakles believed that this Onyer was here..well.
Horus was tired of intrigue, of complex problems. Governance, ruling, like war should be straight forward and honesty not..whatever this nonsense was.
And so, he resolved to get to the bottom of this, to meet the man who killed the greatest monarch the universe had ever known and because he truly didn’t wish to kill anymore Tau’Ri and risk an incident before he knew for sure, he would make himself bait.
He just hoped this Tau’Ri was dumb enough to take the bait.
He was rather content when he sensed the hostility of the approaching Tau’Ri and rather dismayed when he sensed Teal’c, nearly whipping about to shout in the War Master’s general direction, certain he was hiding behind one of the large trees that seemed to form the foundation for the wooded hills all around him. Yes, what an inviting place for a slaughter, were I anyone else Horus thought. Something landed in the brush near his feet and Horus turned his head, eyes narrowing at the metallic device that was tossed onto the grass. It took a heartbeat to realize it was some kind of explosive device and a further three of his hosts heart beats to determine that it was an explosive device using chemical accelerants. And another heartbeat to get over the shock at being assaulted by something so primitive.
This left the prince enough time to raise his personal shield, which flickered to light a soft sky-blue aura that buzzed a nano meter above his skin. It had been seventy thousand years since he’d been the subject of an explosion from something so primitive as this fruit looking thing (Not including drunken mishaps while on hunts using projectile weapons.) the last attempt was by a species that was an offshoot of the Unas, the lizard men threw crude clay explosives at him with fuses.
This explosion though, was something entirely different. There was a burst of hot air, sudden flame and a shockwave and great heaps of metal that slammed into his shield. The prince felt the bulk of the blast slam into his thigh, knee and ribs. oxygen forcefully escaped his chest, and he was vaulted into air along with twigs and leaves and pinecones which all roiled around him in the air, a swarm of detritus that bounced off his shield yet jostled his body enough he knew his host would have terrible bruises and likely a broken rib or collar bone. When his face collided with dirt and grass and his whole upper body contorted and fell forward the rushing wave of nausea and the pain in his neck told him his host also had a concussion and some damaged vertebrae (No problem, he could heal that while he fought so long as they stopped throwing those crude weapons at him!), rolling on the floor wasn’t bad enough, he noticed his sword landed several feet from him.
He hated using the ribbon weapons, damn them!
“Damnit Carter! Is he alive?!”
Was that Onyer? Horus eyes narrowed as he righted himself, rising. Blood dribbled from his lip causing oscillation in the shield. He reached and wiped the blood away, eyes narrowing.
Someone called out to him in the inbred dialog of Abydos “Mighty Prince, we are Stargate Reconnaissance team One! Surrender, we have you surrounded.”
Or at least that’s what Horus extrapolated from that pidgin babble.
“DO NOT RESIST EMINENT ONE! YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED!” it was called first in Imperial Standard and then in Tau’Ri and Horus fumed. He recognized the voice, and it threw him off as it sounded like Teal’c was still on some level loyal to the Imperium. “Teal’c!” Horus called back. “You...” he cleared his throat, trying to remember the language files compiled from the mind of Amunet’s host and Klorel’s babbling. Ynglysh was a preposterous language “You confused a great many of your brothers and sisters in arms!” He did his best to sound regal, but he was certain he sounded like a jabbering illiterate to the Tau’Ri. “You…” he paused again searching for the imprecise words, translated by two mongrels of a language they’d never spoken before.
“Cause..questioning.” He paused again then added bitterly. “Not alone for Jaffa but us..also.” He looked around the wooded area, millennia of experience hunting and fighting being brought to bear.
So, one was behind a tree to the east of him, by thirty feet. Another was coming up behind him, that one walked with a slight limp -Bad knees, I cannot say how many times I’ve had to regenerate the joints of my host over the millennia-, the dialog serving to buy him time both to heal his more severe injuries and to sus out where he was. Figuring he would take out the biggest threat in their group first, then turn his attention to the rest. -I do not wish to kill Teal’c nor any of the Tau’Ri. Not yet any way save Onyer” Of course, he would kill them in a heart beat if he felt they were too much of a threat to his survival.
As if that would happen.
Teal’c stepped from a thicket, his grim eyes locking with the princes. -Clever Jaffa, you know I am delaying-.
“You leave us, go with them?” Horus asked, the battle rage and bloodlust ebbing away for a moment leaving only the Prince, the God of the hunt, of skill, of athleticism and discipline. No Judgement was in the eyes of either man, only a recognition that blood would come from the answer no matter how long or short it was.
“Yes.”
Horus nodded gravely, his thick, long braids and bearskin cloak billowing in the wind. “I..understand..” Came the grudging reply and how could he not? Were he being honest with himself, that both his father and mother allowed Apophis to degenerate so completely yet remain in power would be reason enough were he a mere Jaffa? But still, to abandon the light of the universe for some backwater rebels…Horus pulled off his cloak hurling it into the air as he whirred around. His robotic hand glowed, the ribbons around it vibrated and a baseball sized sphere of green energy roared forward forcing the golden-haired man he had taken aim at to jump just as it impacted into a tree causing an eruption of burning bark and splinters.
Teal’c rushed, Horus dove for his sheath, grabbing it and unleashing a golden sword almost as long as Carter was tall. And suddenly Teal’c was raising his staff weapon and blocking the blade just in time to prevent the top of his head from being taken off. The Jaffa batted the sword tip away and immediately thrust forward opening fire at near point blank. The prince’s shield shuddered, and he was launched back but this time he dug his ankles in and stopped himself, a small grove in the ground along his trajectory and a wheeze being the sum of Teal’cs efforts. Horus chuckled and touched his robotic prosthesis to his blade.
And when it suddenly lit on fire, burning with a strange purple energy the “Ah for fucks sake.” He heard from the accursed Onyer brought a smile to the prince’s face.
“This is madness Prince Horus! Surrender!”
“TEAL’C CREE!”
Someone shouted, “Light em up!” and a barrage of kinetic energy smashed into his back and arms, and he noticed with some pride that Teal’c had jumped out of the way of the ricocheting slugs, but he wasn’t cowering.
They had all abandoned the pretext of cover and were out in the open firing at him, the blasts from the staff and these ridiculously crude projectiles were knocking him around, a reminder that shields might protect you from death but not from the laws of physics. -Three…the one I shot at hasn’t joined the fray yet.- He thought disengaging with Teal’c and dodging behind a tree, giving his shield time to recharge. Tau’Ri, he thought.
He wasn’t on the First world when its denizens rebelled and so only heard about it after the fact. But it was clear many of the assumptions he made about their capabilities were grossly inaccurate. -Even now they’re primitives yet they fight brilliantly. - More than that, they were sneaky, conniving and had managed to turn his trap against him. It spoke to a culture that spent many years waging a war both as insurgents and against an insurgency. Something that Horus hadn’t done since he was a youngster and even then, only for a few years. A bullet bounced off his burning sword and Horus jumped backwards, realizing in horror that they had guided him to that tree.
Something exploded within the bark, then another and another and the massive thing split and erupted in orange and black and red as the ancient thing opened from the inside and crumbled forward -Bastards! Were they trying to capture me or kill me?!-
Could he survive a tree falling on his head?
Probably, but the prince was in no mood to find out and so, just before the full impact of the explosion hit him, in that time between tick and tock he swung his blade forward and vaporized the largest chunk of debris.
Horus landed, thudding into the ground in a way that he was certain pulverized a rib and lacerated an organ or two. His sword extinguished as he as forced to deflect it from crashing into his groin. The world around him was a haze of blurred colors as he frantically repaired his host with enough speed to keep himself from bleeding to death (and to bring himself at least close to fighting form.), everything hurt, but it was exhilarating in its own way as he was rarely pushed this far. Blood bubbled up on his lips, he gripped his sword and held it firm, using it as a crutch to bring himself to one knee. Senses still a disoriented mess as he looked around frantically.
A shape loomed before him, its left forearm was wounded, and it looked tired, had one of them been caught in the explosion? Or had this been the one he fired at earlier? It kept approaching him, nearing him, speaking to him. Horus was sure of that even if ears still rang and he couldn’t make heads or tails of what was said. It reached forward; something was in its hand? Or was it? He wasn’t sure, but his psionic abilities were returning, and he realized that between drawing energies into his shield and rapidly healing himself he would be exhausted if this wasn’t ended quickly or if he couldn’t prevent himself from taking any more injuries.
They simply wouldn’t let up on their assault.
He had to grudgingly acknowledge the tenacity there.
But he also had to do something else he didn’t wish to do.
Namely…Kill a Tau’Ri.
The person approached closer, he still couldn’t make out who it was and so he lifted his blade and thrust it forward, feeling the change in weight and pressure that signified he had struck home. Blood not his own sprayed onto his cheek and neck and chest and he felt bone crunch and began to hear flesh tear as he hefted up his blade, rising to his feet.
His senses returned just in time to see the blond headed scribe that had once been the husband of Amunet’s host, hanging in the air off his blade.
Horus hadn’t wanted to kill the damn scribe…
The second thing his newly restored senses heard was the blood chilling howl of fury from a young woman and an ice cold..word.
Only one.
But Horus didn’t need a translator to know the sheer volume of rage, despair and fury it held.
“..No..”
Ah, so that one is Onyer.
Also @Knowledgeispower is gonna want my hide for this.
@Spartan303 Monk bro! I hope this is appropriately fitting for a Nox episode and for SG proper.
@Harlock Getting a little bit of Horus's mindset and ah yes, SG-1 fighting together at last!
The Falcon and the Eagle
Part 2.
From the halls of Montezuma to the forests of Avalon….
Had Anubis still lived, the prince was certain the warrior would be in his second hour of admonishing him for all the ways this was a fool’s notion. In truth, he wouldn’t blame his old mentor. This was stupid. Everything about this was stupid; from his arranging a clandestine meeting with Herakles to see if he could convince Zeus to side with him against Apophis when Zeus was fortifying his borders as if he expected both Horus and Apophis to act like complete fools. A being just as likely to advance his own name, court either way or do nothing. Then, sensing the presence of the Nox on this world yet refusing to call off the hunting trip the moment he did. Lya, Leanan as was her true name was someone, he’d known his entire existence even living under her protection during a particularly bad century of the great rebellion when Ra and Hathor believed the sudden involvement of the Asgard and Fyryns might doom the rebellion.
He trusted her, she was like family and when she allowed them to spend several weeks hunting here and meeting in secret, he figured she was still neutral enough to warn him of the Tau’Ri presence. Instead, he had to find out from Herakles, who while beneath his station was a dear friend. A dear friend who could sometimes be heedless, which was how the prince of the stars now had a bunch of dead Tau’Ri and Abydonians at his feet, in a system claimed by the Nox before he had made up his mind on the Tau’Ri question. That a Tau’Ri had destroyed his divine father was something Horus knew in every fiber of his being. That one of them allegedly raised the rebellion on Abydos (A rebellion his mother, seemed content to ignore!) was known. Killed by a crude atomic, according to that thing his degenerate uncle called a son. But that alone wasn’t proof enough. After all, testimony retrieved via telepathic intrusion was notoriously unreliable, it was one of the reasons he seldom honed his more esoteric psychic powers. All that Horus knew was that a crude atomic weapon had been used, his technologists confirmed at least that.
Then the raid on Chulak and Teal’c betrayal occurred. Only the devious Tau’Ri could inspire such rebellion in one of the greatest living Jaffa! This Onyer must have been a mastermind to sway such a loyal soldier of the Empire, to pervert his mind. The evidence mounted, perhaps Tau’Ri had finally risen to claim its revenge.
Or perhaps one man cruelly plunged both their peoples to brink of war. Horus couldn’t be certain, all he felt was a burning rage for the Tau’Ri who killed his father. Killed, perhaps it wasn’t a murder, none of it made sense. Nothing made sense, everything was mad and perhaps he wasn’t as complex a thinker as Ba’al, or his sister and brother but one didn’t need to be to realize something was rotten. And when the Jaffa told him Herakles believed that this Onyer was here..well.
Horus was tired of intrigue, of complex problems. Governance, ruling, like war should be straight forward and honesty not..whatever this nonsense was.
And so, he resolved to get to the bottom of this, to meet the man who killed the greatest monarch the universe had ever known and because he truly didn’t wish to kill anymore Tau’Ri and risk an incident before he knew for sure, he would make himself bait.
He just hoped this Tau’Ri was dumb enough to take the bait.
He was rather content when he sensed the hostility of the approaching Tau’Ri and rather dismayed when he sensed Teal’c, nearly whipping about to shout in the War Master’s general direction, certain he was hiding behind one of the large trees that seemed to form the foundation for the wooded hills all around him. Yes, what an inviting place for a slaughter, were I anyone else Horus thought. Something landed in the brush near his feet and Horus turned his head, eyes narrowing at the metallic device that was tossed onto the grass. It took a heartbeat to realize it was some kind of explosive device and a further three of his hosts heart beats to determine that it was an explosive device using chemical accelerants. And another heartbeat to get over the shock at being assaulted by something so primitive.
This left the prince enough time to raise his personal shield, which flickered to light a soft sky-blue aura that buzzed a nano meter above his skin. It had been seventy thousand years since he’d been the subject of an explosion from something so primitive as this fruit looking thing (Not including drunken mishaps while on hunts using projectile weapons.) the last attempt was by a species that was an offshoot of the Unas, the lizard men threw crude clay explosives at him with fuses.
This explosion though, was something entirely different. There was a burst of hot air, sudden flame and a shockwave and great heaps of metal that slammed into his shield. The prince felt the bulk of the blast slam into his thigh, knee and ribs. oxygen forcefully escaped his chest, and he was vaulted into air along with twigs and leaves and pinecones which all roiled around him in the air, a swarm of detritus that bounced off his shield yet jostled his body enough he knew his host would have terrible bruises and likely a broken rib or collar bone. When his face collided with dirt and grass and his whole upper body contorted and fell forward the rushing wave of nausea and the pain in his neck told him his host also had a concussion and some damaged vertebrae (No problem, he could heal that while he fought so long as they stopped throwing those crude weapons at him!), rolling on the floor wasn’t bad enough, he noticed his sword landed several feet from him.
He hated using the ribbon weapons, damn them!
“Damnit Carter! Is he alive?!”
Was that Onyer? Horus eyes narrowed as he righted himself, rising. Blood dribbled from his lip causing oscillation in the shield. He reached and wiped the blood away, eyes narrowing.
Someone called out to him in the inbred dialog of Abydos “Mighty Prince, we are Stargate Reconnaissance team One! Surrender, we have you surrounded.”
Or at least that’s what Horus extrapolated from that pidgin babble.
“DO NOT RESIST EMINENT ONE! YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED!” it was called first in Imperial Standard and then in Tau’Ri and Horus fumed. He recognized the voice, and it threw him off as it sounded like Teal’c was still on some level loyal to the Imperium. “Teal’c!” Horus called back. “You...” he cleared his throat, trying to remember the language files compiled from the mind of Amunet’s host and Klorel’s babbling. Ynglysh was a preposterous language “You confused a great many of your brothers and sisters in arms!” He did his best to sound regal, but he was certain he sounded like a jabbering illiterate to the Tau’Ri. “You…” he paused again searching for the imprecise words, translated by two mongrels of a language they’d never spoken before.
“Cause..questioning.” He paused again then added bitterly. “Not alone for Jaffa but us..also.” He looked around the wooded area, millennia of experience hunting and fighting being brought to bear.
So, one was behind a tree to the east of him, by thirty feet. Another was coming up behind him, that one walked with a slight limp -Bad knees, I cannot say how many times I’ve had to regenerate the joints of my host over the millennia-, the dialog serving to buy him time both to heal his more severe injuries and to sus out where he was. Figuring he would take out the biggest threat in their group first, then turn his attention to the rest. -I do not wish to kill Teal’c nor any of the Tau’Ri. Not yet any way save Onyer” Of course, he would kill them in a heart beat if he felt they were too much of a threat to his survival.
As if that would happen.
Teal’c stepped from a thicket, his grim eyes locking with the princes. -Clever Jaffa, you know I am delaying-.
“You leave us, go with them?” Horus asked, the battle rage and bloodlust ebbing away for a moment leaving only the Prince, the God of the hunt, of skill, of athleticism and discipline. No Judgement was in the eyes of either man, only a recognition that blood would come from the answer no matter how long or short it was.
“Yes.”
Horus nodded gravely, his thick, long braids and bearskin cloak billowing in the wind. “I..understand..” Came the grudging reply and how could he not? Were he being honest with himself, that both his father and mother allowed Apophis to degenerate so completely yet remain in power would be reason enough were he a mere Jaffa? But still, to abandon the light of the universe for some backwater rebels…Horus pulled off his cloak hurling it into the air as he whirred around. His robotic hand glowed, the ribbons around it vibrated and a baseball sized sphere of green energy roared forward forcing the golden-haired man he had taken aim at to jump just as it impacted into a tree causing an eruption of burning bark and splinters.
Teal’c rushed, Horus dove for his sheath, grabbing it and unleashing a golden sword almost as long as Carter was tall. And suddenly Teal’c was raising his staff weapon and blocking the blade just in time to prevent the top of his head from being taken off. The Jaffa batted the sword tip away and immediately thrust forward opening fire at near point blank. The prince’s shield shuddered, and he was launched back but this time he dug his ankles in and stopped himself, a small grove in the ground along his trajectory and a wheeze being the sum of Teal’cs efforts. Horus chuckled and touched his robotic prosthesis to his blade.
And when it suddenly lit on fire, burning with a strange purple energy the “Ah for fucks sake.” He heard from the accursed Onyer brought a smile to the prince’s face.
“This is madness Prince Horus! Surrender!”
“TEAL’C CREE!”
Someone shouted, “Light em up!” and a barrage of kinetic energy smashed into his back and arms, and he noticed with some pride that Teal’c had jumped out of the way of the ricocheting slugs, but he wasn’t cowering.
They had all abandoned the pretext of cover and were out in the open firing at him, the blasts from the staff and these ridiculously crude projectiles were knocking him around, a reminder that shields might protect you from death but not from the laws of physics. -Three…the one I shot at hasn’t joined the fray yet.- He thought disengaging with Teal’c and dodging behind a tree, giving his shield time to recharge. Tau’Ri, he thought.
He wasn’t on the First world when its denizens rebelled and so only heard about it after the fact. But it was clear many of the assumptions he made about their capabilities were grossly inaccurate. -Even now they’re primitives yet they fight brilliantly. - More than that, they were sneaky, conniving and had managed to turn his trap against him. It spoke to a culture that spent many years waging a war both as insurgents and against an insurgency. Something that Horus hadn’t done since he was a youngster and even then, only for a few years. A bullet bounced off his burning sword and Horus jumped backwards, realizing in horror that they had guided him to that tree.
Something exploded within the bark, then another and another and the massive thing split and erupted in orange and black and red as the ancient thing opened from the inside and crumbled forward -Bastards! Were they trying to capture me or kill me?!-
Could he survive a tree falling on his head?
Probably, but the prince was in no mood to find out and so, just before the full impact of the explosion hit him, in that time between tick and tock he swung his blade forward and vaporized the largest chunk of debris.
Horus landed, thudding into the ground in a way that he was certain pulverized a rib and lacerated an organ or two. His sword extinguished as he as forced to deflect it from crashing into his groin. The world around him was a haze of blurred colors as he frantically repaired his host with enough speed to keep himself from bleeding to death (and to bring himself at least close to fighting form.), everything hurt, but it was exhilarating in its own way as he was rarely pushed this far. Blood bubbled up on his lips, he gripped his sword and held it firm, using it as a crutch to bring himself to one knee. Senses still a disoriented mess as he looked around frantically.
A shape loomed before him, its left forearm was wounded, and it looked tired, had one of them been caught in the explosion? Or had this been the one he fired at earlier? It kept approaching him, nearing him, speaking to him. Horus was sure of that even if ears still rang and he couldn’t make heads or tails of what was said. It reached forward; something was in its hand? Or was it? He wasn’t sure, but his psionic abilities were returning, and he realized that between drawing energies into his shield and rapidly healing himself he would be exhausted if this wasn’t ended quickly or if he couldn’t prevent himself from taking any more injuries.
They simply wouldn’t let up on their assault.
He had to grudgingly acknowledge the tenacity there.
But he also had to do something else he didn’t wish to do.
Namely…Kill a Tau’Ri.
The person approached closer, he still couldn’t make out who it was and so he lifted his blade and thrust it forward, feeling the change in weight and pressure that signified he had struck home. Blood not his own sprayed onto his cheek and neck and chest and he felt bone crunch and began to hear flesh tear as he hefted up his blade, rising to his feet.
His senses returned just in time to see the blond headed scribe that had once been the husband of Amunet’s host, hanging in the air off his blade.
Horus hadn’t wanted to kill the damn scribe…
The second thing his newly restored senses heard was the blood chilling howl of fury from a young woman and an ice cold..word.
Only one.
But Horus didn’t need a translator to know the sheer volume of rage, despair and fury it held.
“..No..”
Ah, so that one is Onyer.
Oh Daniel....is this going to be a theme with you?
Well, in my defense Apophis killed them all in the original ep 🤣🤣🤣
I was discussing that with Bullethead.
Specifically if the SGC would have access to thermoberic grenades.
I take it the desired emotional response was achieved 
I hope it was well executed. I wanted to redeem myself after the Space brawl.
Edit- Damn I missed a "like father, like son." Joke.
I hope it was well executed. I wanted to redeem myself after the Space brawl.
Edit- Damn I missed a "like father, like son." Joke.
I think it was..Picatinny developed one in '02 or '03 IIRC. So, they'd be potentially available to them. Now...did Carter get authorized to have one...THAT's the real question!
Earth tech is primitive yet effective. As Horus just found out the hard way. Daniel died....again. hopefully he'll be resurrected but as this IS the Nox I'm liable to think yes. I think the 'talk' will happen at the prompting of the Nox.
The M1060?
The talk may begin without Leanan's prompting, or it may not.
Your idea we discussed lit a fire under my ass.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Me playing galactic civilizations with end game weapons including black hole guns...well I suppose I ought to go send forth my mighty fleets on a Great Crusade against the Xenos err I mean snake scum