Stargate Through the Looking Glass and into Heaven.
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I could certainly imagine the origins of the Beowulf epic being the story of a warrior brotherhood hunting down a snake and her Unas Prime, in this setting you have created it would be an easy fit. I'd say go for it, no harm
Yeah thanks!
Maybe someone Ra abandoned on earth because she was too low born or illegitimate to bother caring about. Maybe a former warrior who got replaced by the Jaffa and casually discarded as obsolete since Ra absolutely hated the other Goa'uld sub species.
And she just goes mad with grief and rage Ala Grandols mother only less because her son is killed and more because she was just tossed aside like so much trash despite fighting her entire life for him. Hence the Wendol and their raids on Viking settlements.
I am going to parallel Bulwyfs hero quest- when SG-1 Encounters their first Asgard protected civilization and to obtain the right to buy Trinium they go on a heroes quest and end up maybe facing a disgraced former Unas prime leading a band of more primitive lizard people or something.
I thought it would impress Thor and also be a way for SG1 to earn a reputation as adventurers.
You guys think that's a good idea? Would you be down for that? @Spartan303 @bullethead @Numantia @Knowledgeispower @The Whispering Monk
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Works for me. On another note I've got a nasty suprise for the snakes again. A fleet of Viscount class Star defenders upgraded with Asgard Tech and with ample lesser ships in support with similar upgrades.And given that Viscounts are of greater mass than Executor class Star Dreadnoughts... evil laughter
God daamn man, I need to channel your murder posts when writing Carter.
On a tangent I love the Viscounts. They're gorgeous
Harlock
I should have expected that really
It sounds a good plot and shows the sort of variety this setting lets you play with
Alright! Then I'll start working in that once I get the last bits out.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
They are the best Star Dreadnought design in Star wars. Shame they're no longer canon
I'd enjoy the read; sounds like good SG1 times to me!
Alright I'll do this one next and Emancipation after because I really need to think that one through.
morrigu inghean Oberoin
So a little something, to hold you guys over and move things along, ep's damn near complete. Omoc and Daniel go to Avalon to ask for asylum.
Omoc, is Omoc.
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Avalon
……..
This was Jack’s dumb idea, why did he have to be the one to go? At least Omoc had volunteered to come, as what he knew of the Nox came from their understanding of imperial religion and he wanted to see it for himself. There were more subtle hints at just how advanced the Tollan really were that they weren’t surprised that a Nox moved the entirety of Avalon to that planet and Omoc later confided in Jackson that his people had suspected it was possible to achieve instantaneous FTL without worrying about displacement and that both Teal’c description of the Asgard and the Nox confirmed it.
He was utterly dismissive of Jackson’s comment that he didn’t think the Nox used technology to achieve that end. “Perhaps it was done in a way that you could not detect.” Came Omoc’s answer “You aren’t stupid boy, it’s far more logical to assume they merely use devices far more sophisticated than you’ve an understanding of.”. Daniel conceded that point, in truth he didn’t know why he made that assumption, except that there was a primitive part of his brain that believed there was something at work here beyond mere technological wonders. They stepped through the Stargate sometime in the early evening by the standard time on that particular continent on Abydos and stepped through the gate in the early hours of the morning Avalonian time as Jackson was going to call it.
Omoc had, using the coordinates of the Stargate given to him for the Nox colony world sent a communications signal ahead of them, letting Leanan know that he and Jackson were coming. Landry had wanted to go as well, but both O’Neill’s and Lorne were adamant that he stay. “Fascinating.” Omoc remarked. “I detected no technology apart from the gate, until now.” He gestured towards the huge bird in the skies.
“Herakles.” Jackson muttered. “I guess he’s here hunting again.”
Omoc nodded. “I’ve heard of his father but the Tollan on the trade worlds never reported that the house of Aether has the means to conceal their cybernetic implants from our passive scanners.”
“You’re being oddly forthcoming with me Governor” Daniel responded, pushing his spectacles closer to his eyes. He really needed to get a new prescription now that he was spending at least a few months on earth. Ahead of them, the immense skyscraper sized trees of Avalon and the surrounding area loomed in the horizon, cloaked no longer and Daniel gasped when he saw that the Gate was connected to the valley over a new bridge made of white marble and that the gate itself rested on an island in the middle of an immense river which was now linking the lake and river systems Avalon rested in to whatever distant ocean this new river ran towards.
It had been what? Two months? In two months, they’d completely reshaped the entire continent, and everything looked healthier, more verdant, more alive than when he originally visited. “Impressive technology huh Omoc?” Jackson found himself asking, slight teasing in his voice.
Omoc allowed a small and somewhat amused sneer to trespass along his features before he steeled them shut. “Forthcoming, yes, you have potential Jackson. Your species does, more so than the Lotar descended from you. Perhaps, in a thousand years Tau’Ri and Rax-Tollana can communicate.” In truth Omoc was an isolationist and would remain so to his dying day, but he also understood their way of doing things needed to gradually change and whether he wished it or not, war was coming to these galaxies and when it finally came, the Tollan would not be able to hide from the conflagration.
“Perhaps more potential than your ossified culture Omoc as you still foolishly believe my children are constrained by technology.” The voice, which sounded like it belonged to a woman nearing her middle years, echoed around them with an eerie gentleness, that of a chiding mother that hid an imperiousness and a finality that poked at the lizard part of Daniel’s brain whish told him to run, run and run as fast as he could as far as he could.
Even Omoc was affected by whatever it was, though he seemed to control his emotions better. The world around them shifted and in a flash, they were within the throne room of Avalon, a part of the island SG-1 hadn’t visited. There, at the center of an immense tree which seemed to rise up and coil around a central mound made of limestone and granite shaped in the style of the burial mounds of Ireland and Scotland was a throne made of what looked like whale ivory, on which etched in gold were runes that depicted the Gods of the ancient world of the celts and were those native American carvings? There were other etchings as well, etchings that meant nothing to Jackson but had a profound impact on Omoc who narrowed his eyes.
That was when she appeared, fifteen feet tall and seated on the throne, cloaked in scarlet and adorned in armor similar to the armor worn by Anubis in the depiction he remembered seeing on Chulak. Hair, blacker than any shade of the color he’d ever seen and some of the strands of hair were actually long black feathers with a dark green hue to them, her eye sockets were empty except for stars that seemed to flicker therein, and her face was deathly pale. “Daniel Jackson, my daughter is otherwise engaged and asked me to rule Avalon in her stead, she does wish you well and the boy sends his regards as well.”
So, there she was, wife of the Dagda, Morrigu, The Morrgan, the nightmare, the three who are one, queen of death, war and fate. One of the high Gods of Irish mythology and depicted in one form or another in many pre-Roman western European cults. There was warmth in her voice, but all Jackson saw was power personified in a way that reminded him way too much of Ra. So, he knelt and asked forgiveness for intruding on her daughter’s planet, but the need was dire or something. In truth Jackson had no idea what he was saying and Omoc was snapping at her something in a dialect of Tollan Jackson suspected was so ancient that it was almost unintelligible to the average Tollan in the “modern” age. She lifted a finger and Omoc simply vanished.
Oh…So she’s every bit the part..
His thoughts wandered back to Ra.
Not again!
Omoc, is Omoc.
All credit to epic artists who make the content I use. They're all awesome..
Avalon
……..
This was Jack’s dumb idea, why did he have to be the one to go? At least Omoc had volunteered to come, as what he knew of the Nox came from their understanding of imperial religion and he wanted to see it for himself. There were more subtle hints at just how advanced the Tollan really were that they weren’t surprised that a Nox moved the entirety of Avalon to that planet and Omoc later confided in Jackson that his people had suspected it was possible to achieve instantaneous FTL without worrying about displacement and that both Teal’c description of the Asgard and the Nox confirmed it.
He was utterly dismissive of Jackson’s comment that he didn’t think the Nox used technology to achieve that end. “Perhaps it was done in a way that you could not detect.” Came Omoc’s answer “You aren’t stupid boy, it’s far more logical to assume they merely use devices far more sophisticated than you’ve an understanding of.”. Daniel conceded that point, in truth he didn’t know why he made that assumption, except that there was a primitive part of his brain that believed there was something at work here beyond mere technological wonders. They stepped through the Stargate sometime in the early evening by the standard time on that particular continent on Abydos and stepped through the gate in the early hours of the morning Avalonian time as Jackson was going to call it.
Omoc had, using the coordinates of the Stargate given to him for the Nox colony world sent a communications signal ahead of them, letting Leanan know that he and Jackson were coming. Landry had wanted to go as well, but both O’Neill’s and Lorne were adamant that he stay. “Fascinating.” Omoc remarked. “I detected no technology apart from the gate, until now.” He gestured towards the huge bird in the skies.
“Herakles.” Jackson muttered. “I guess he’s here hunting again.”
Omoc nodded. “I’ve heard of his father but the Tollan on the trade worlds never reported that the house of Aether has the means to conceal their cybernetic implants from our passive scanners.”
“You’re being oddly forthcoming with me Governor” Daniel responded, pushing his spectacles closer to his eyes. He really needed to get a new prescription now that he was spending at least a few months on earth. Ahead of them, the immense skyscraper sized trees of Avalon and the surrounding area loomed in the horizon, cloaked no longer and Daniel gasped when he saw that the Gate was connected to the valley over a new bridge made of white marble and that the gate itself rested on an island in the middle of an immense river which was now linking the lake and river systems Avalon rested in to whatever distant ocean this new river ran towards.
It had been what? Two months? In two months, they’d completely reshaped the entire continent, and everything looked healthier, more verdant, more alive than when he originally visited. “Impressive technology huh Omoc?” Jackson found himself asking, slight teasing in his voice.
Omoc allowed a small and somewhat amused sneer to trespass along his features before he steeled them shut. “Forthcoming, yes, you have potential Jackson. Your species does, more so than the Lotar descended from you. Perhaps, in a thousand years Tau’Ri and Rax-Tollana can communicate.” In truth Omoc was an isolationist and would remain so to his dying day, but he also understood their way of doing things needed to gradually change and whether he wished it or not, war was coming to these galaxies and when it finally came, the Tollan would not be able to hide from the conflagration.
“Perhaps more potential than your ossified culture Omoc as you still foolishly believe my children are constrained by technology.” The voice, which sounded like it belonged to a woman nearing her middle years, echoed around them with an eerie gentleness, that of a chiding mother that hid an imperiousness and a finality that poked at the lizard part of Daniel’s brain whish told him to run, run and run as fast as he could as far as he could.
Even Omoc was affected by whatever it was, though he seemed to control his emotions better. The world around them shifted and in a flash, they were within the throne room of Avalon, a part of the island SG-1 hadn’t visited. There, at the center of an immense tree which seemed to rise up and coil around a central mound made of limestone and granite shaped in the style of the burial mounds of Ireland and Scotland was a throne made of what looked like whale ivory, on which etched in gold were runes that depicted the Gods of the ancient world of the celts and were those native American carvings? There were other etchings as well, etchings that meant nothing to Jackson but had a profound impact on Omoc who narrowed his eyes.
That was when she appeared, fifteen feet tall and seated on the throne, cloaked in scarlet and adorned in armor similar to the armor worn by Anubis in the depiction he remembered seeing on Chulak. Hair, blacker than any shade of the color he’d ever seen and some of the strands of hair were actually long black feathers with a dark green hue to them, her eye sockets were empty except for stars that seemed to flicker therein, and her face was deathly pale. “Daniel Jackson, my daughter is otherwise engaged and asked me to rule Avalon in her stead, she does wish you well and the boy sends his regards as well.”
So, there she was, wife of the Dagda, Morrigu, The Morrgan, the nightmare, the three who are one, queen of death, war and fate. One of the high Gods of Irish mythology and depicted in one form or another in many pre-Roman western European cults. There was warmth in her voice, but all Jackson saw was power personified in a way that reminded him way too much of Ra. So, he knelt and asked forgiveness for intruding on her daughter’s planet, but the need was dire or something. In truth Jackson had no idea what he was saying and Omoc was snapping at her something in a dialect of Tollan Jackson suspected was so ancient that it was almost unintelligible to the average Tollan in the “modern” age. She lifted a finger and Omoc simply vanished.
Oh…So she’s every bit the part..
His thoughts wandered back to Ra.
Not again!
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Back chatting a goddess who's name translates to 'Nightmare Queen'
Jack is rather wise for a self professed caveman.
That's part of Jack's arsenal. Pretty much every Bad Guy (TM) starts by thinking that the leader of the SG Teams is just this guy who's problem solving revolves around "me smash with rock". It's fun watching them get a terminal wedgie!
"Well Ra, maybe if you lifted more you would have seen my feint within a feint coming!"
Okay...THAT was something to see! Can't wait for the next chapter.
Thanks!
The next chapter will be out soon, a return of Kensey and her dialog with her aids and Hammond meeting Travell and posturing between them.
Of.course Daniel's dialog with the Morrigan as well.
Pondering a POV in the Kensey meeting of one of her aides. Maybe someone with some wisdom to go with intelligence who eventually sees the light from some event in SG-verse that gets the Aide to start working against Kensey.
She's gonna give her version of the"Senators come and go but bosses are forever" commentary from Board Walk Empire but being less like the historical Enoch Johnston and more like Gyp Rosetti from said show it won't gave the same gravitas.
So it may very well be the catalyst for such a turn.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
So does the glorious author need more inspiration of snake crushing?
You honor me sir..
Possibly though I get the feeling you're gonna be rather furious at how many snakes I plan to leave standing and in hearty debt to the US at the end of the story.
Granted debt from the dominant super power, especially that sort of debt can make someone a superpower overnight as well.
Will have to keep reading to find out!