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The Guild of Gamers, the Dungeon Master
Chapter 03: Egeria
– Dorian Morgan –
I'll admit, my memory of the exact timeline of the SG-1 show is vague and blurry. It's been a while, you know? But, that said, I am almost certain that SG-1 haven't really done anything yet, and therein lies an opportunity to cause some mischief.
Calexa has her work cut out for her in turning Goa'uld factories into any kind of efficient, and as tempted as I was to indulge a little more, work first, pleasure later.
But that leaves me kinda sitting on my hands, because it's going to take time to get things ready for an actual war with the Goa'uld. I have the power, but they have the numbers, and when an outsider attacks them, the clannish little snakes will group up and stop infighting to deal with me.
So, what to do while I wait?
Sister Valeria is equally busy because the Jaffa have a rather misogynistic culture and female warriors are rare in most societies. It may change from Goa'uld to Goa'uld, but she's having to crack some skulls to get the Jaffa to fall in line.
That said, she's found no end of volunteers for the Jaffa-based Order of the Adepta Sororitas. I called it the Order of the Severed Chain because that sounds vaguely pompous enough to fit in with the Imperium, and it serves to remind the Jaffa that they've been 'freed' from the Goa'uld.
The phrase 'I wouldn't say freed, more like under new management' certainly applies here, but when their past master was Sokar, anyone is one hell of an improvement.
Get it, 'hell' of an improvement? Because he pretended to be the devil?
The point is, with my divine show of terraforming the moon, it is safe to say that I've converted almost all of the former followers of Sokar. I say 'almost all' because his First, some of his higher-ranked priests and some particularly hard-headed Jaffa started to scheme to restore their rightful lord, claiming my execution and the terraforming was mere illusions and trickery.
Dominica firmly but kindly explained why that was naughty, then set them all on fire.
Delmak has a single city, with the rest of the planet mostly being mines and factories. With almost all of the followers gathered in one place, the conversion process has been greatly simplified. Daily prayers, propaganda being played through strategically placed speakers, plenty of statues and posters of myself. I've even altered the very style of the building to better suit the image of the grimdark Imperium of Man's gothic appeal. The more of Sokar I erase, the better.
Anyway, the point is that I have time until SG-1 start their bumbling around the Galaxy and Dominica is bored. Valeria has plenty to do, training her new Sisters, and I've cheated just a little. I used some of the energy I have to build a new academy for the Adepta Sororitas, a mixture of a school and a military academy, and I blessed it with a buff that greatly increases the learning rate while within it.
So, I need something for Dominica to do. She's ferreting out traitors at the moment but her zeal is working against us, since her actions remind the people of Sokar and his own cruelty. I've solved this so far by keeping her naked and in my bed, but it's a waste of her talents.
"You called for me, my Lord Emperor?" Dominica asks, kneeling the instant she gets before my throne.
"I did. I have need for your talents, my Wrath," I say, playing to her pride in her new title. "There is a people I wish to be brought under my control."
"Point me at them, oh God-Emperor, and I shall break their will and bring them to their knees," Dominica swears, making me chuckle.
"It is a tribal world named Simarka, where their culture believes that women have no rights and might rules. Their technology is non-existent, but we have a very small population due to Sokar's shortsighted stupidity. Their people will aid us in growing our population and I have decided to relocate them to the terraformed Netu," I explain, my mind going back to one of the first episodes. I want to leave just enough breadcrumbs for SG-1 to learn of my existence, and they're due to arrive on Simarka soon enough. "There is one named Turghan amongst them, the closest thing to a leader these people have. End him, bring his people to their knees and gather the tribes."
When I have more people, we'll take over Simarka and turn it into a resource world since most of its natural resources will have been left unexploited due to the lack of technology. I have the Stargate Address, and once SG-1 have blundered their way in, I'll turn the Stargate off until I'm ready to claim it for myself.
"A foolish culture. All men and women are equally beneath you, my Lord Emperor," Dominica declares proudly, making me smile at her zealotry. "They will learn of your glory, and bask in your greatness, this I swear."
Blessed is the mind too small to doubt, indeed. I love my adorable little murder zealot.
"Oh, there's a girl called Nya, the daughter of Turghan. I've chosen her as one of my concubines. Bring her to me."
It was Nya, right? Either way, she's the love of the little crybaby who sold Sam to Turghan in the episode. I want her for myself because she is fairly cute.
"Of course, my Lord. I will inform her of this divine honour," Dominica promises, making me grin as I send her off to go and introduce the fake-Mongols to the 41st millennia women. I will save the tribesmen from their own ignorance.
– Egeria –
Waking up, she would have gasped if she were in a human body.
She was dying, a fact she knew all too well. She didn't blame the Pangarans people for their misunderstanding, but being forced to birth so many children to fuel their foolishness was slowly but surely killing her.
And yet, now she felt better than ever. Better than she had when she first started her rebellion, birthing the children who would become the Tok'ra. Her tank was changed from a bland, dark murky tank kept in a lab to a new, golden tank filled with a clear fresh liquid.
Someone peered in, and for a moment she feared the Goa'uld had found her as a pair of golden eyes stared down at her. She knew her fate would be slow and excruciating if that was the case, but after a moment she relaxed. His eyes did not glow with the tell-tale signs of Goa'uld possession, but seemed natural despite the golden gleam.
"Hi!"
Her mind blanked for a moment at the pleased greeting, the well-dressed man, barely out of his adolescence, giving her a lazy wave. Her mind went to the Pangarans, fearing their end if she had been taken. They may have abused her, believing her to be a normal Goa'uld Queen, but she did not want their extinction on her hands.
"Oh, they're fine. I gave them some cloned mindless Goa'uld Queens to mass-produce non-sapient Goa'uld larvae for their wonder-drug," the man explained, making her freeze. Not just at him answering a question she hadn't verbalised, but at the casual way he made that statement. "You know what, this will be faster if we do it your way."
Opening the tank, he picked her up with a casual grin before moving her closer.
"Well, what are you waiting for, a written invitation? Normally, I'm the one who goes inside women, but I'll make an exception for a queen like you," he continued, his bland, amused tone making her hesitate before she took the invitation and entered him. Immediately, she realised that he'd done something to himself to prevent her kind from truly possessing him, stuck as a passenger in his body. Even still, his mind went through the events he wanted her to see, her mind racing as she witnessed his execution of Sokar, the meeting with Jolinar, another Goa'uld who had followed her example, much to her pride, and the terraforming of an entire moon. She saw him dealing with the Pangarans, going out of his way to find her despite never having met the Pangarans or having any way to know she was there.
'Oh, wow. That's weird. Comfy, Your Majesty?'
Dorian's voice was teasing and lazy, and she caught the thought of how angry his Sisters would be if they discovered that one of her kind had entered their beloved Emperor.
'I could ask you the same, Your Excellency.'
Blended, even with this strange barrier preventing her from taking control, she knew this was a meeting where honesty was the only choice. Their minds and souls were open to one another, and as she sensed his amusement, she knew he was sensing her shock.
'You only live once, so you should try everything. Even allow a Goa'uld into your head. Plus, I figured it would speed things up. You wouldn't believe me if I just told you what I've done, you've seen too many people making false claims to Godhood for that.'
He wasn't wrong. Blended with him, she could feel the immense power at his fingertips. He wasn't a god, but he was far closer to one than the likes of the Goa'uld. And yet, while her instincts, her entire life experience, demanded she refuse to acknowledge him as a god… what was he?
A being who turned belief into miracles, who terraformed a planet with a thought and created new life. An Ancient? No, he was young, she could both hear and feel his youth.
'May I ask why you went out of your way to save me? You could have just told Jolinar about my location. You don't need me for your Jaffa, not if you can make a mindless Goa'uld Queen.'
'I could have, true. And you're right that I don't really need you, but I figured the galaxy is a better place with you in it. You saw glimpses of it, didn't you?'
He didn't need to specify. His power gave him visions of the future. It was how he knew where she was, knew that she'd die there to save the Pangarans from their own foolishness. A foolishness that they'd likely only double-down on with three mindless Goa'uld Queens. Not to mention the risks of the Goa'uld finding out and a system lord claiming them.
'Please, I'm not that dumb. I disabled their Stargate so they can't be reached by any Stargate but the gate on Delmak. I also removed their dialling device so they can't go anywhere and poke the sleeping giant that is the Goa'uld.'
'Because you'll be the one doing the poking?'
'Now you're getting it. War is coming, my grand purpose is to end the Goa'uld, and to that end, it makes sense to strengthen the Tok'ra by sending mommy home.'
And he'd already started, sending Jolinar to her people with a Ha'tak.
'Then what happens now?'
She could see his plans. The grand empire he planned to build, spreading across the stars. He intended to replace the Goa'uld Empire with his own, unified in a way the Goa'uld never had been. Saviour or not, she saw the dangers of a youth with such power deciding he was the rightful ruler of the galaxy.
'For now? We make you a body. No offence, but there's only room for me and my ego in this body. You're taking up much-needed space.'
The fact that Dorian could make blank bodies had not escaped her, and she knew her people would benefit greatly from that power. Dorian was showing her how useful an ally the Imperium would be to her people, but his heart longed for conquest. His belief in human supremacy was not faked, but a core part of his very being.
He may not mistreat the Jaffa under his rule; he may even treat them better than their Goa'uld masters had, but he saw them as beneath humanity.
'It's the Grand Imperium of Man, it's in the name. Don't worry, I'm rational enough to work with xenos, especially against a common enemy.'
As he spoke, she felt him start to manipulate his immense power, watching as a figure took form. The first thing that she noticed was the sheer size of the body he was making for her, easily nine feet tall, with chalk white skin and incredible curves. The breasts were literally bigger than Dorian's head, and she had incredibly long pale legs with thick thighs.
'I don't suppose I could convince you to make the breasts smaller?'
'You very much cannot. You're the Mother of all Tok'ra, you need a suitably mommy-coded body.'
The fact that this power lay in the hands of a man like Dorian truly concerned her, even as she mentally sighed in amusement. Despite everything, the idea of having such a large and powerful form appealed to her Goa'uld side. She may have fought the genetic memory of her people and seen the cruelty of their empire, but she couldn't deny that some part of the massive, beautiful woman appeals to her racial arrogance.
If nothing else, it'd be laughably easy to give birth to new Tok'ra in this body.
Dorian leaned in, kissing the sleeping form, and without any input from herself, she felt him simply eject her without a care. It was a strange feeling, but it only proved that Dorian's power was no fraud. The new body fit her perfectly, sitting up with a gasp as she felt the sheer strength in her new form.
Dorian stepped back so she could stand, amused at the way her new breasts and buttocks bounced and jiggled for his amusement. Her hands came to her hips, giving him a disapproving look as he chuckled and clicked his fingers, cladding her in a long white dress and a large, black, wide-brimmed hat and black gloves. She knew he based her form on some fictional character he lusted for, and gave him a knowing, slightly scolding look for playing dress up with her.
And yet, it was not a bad look. The name Lady Dimitrescu flashed through her mind, and an odd urge to call him a foolish manthing welled up before it vanished. Unlike the System Lords, Dorian just grinned at her disapproval.
"You know, even the most masculine leaning System Lords would kill half their kind for that body. I made it strong and gave it Lady Dimitrescu's regeneration," Dorian pointed out, making her chuckle. And yet, the strangest part for her was the fact that she had a body with no mind inside it. This body was well and truly hers, not a shared host.
He was not wrong. She could feel the sheer power in her new form, strength that would shame the strongest Jaffa warriors. For so many years, her kind had sought Hok'tar, enhanced hosts, and with a lazy wave of his hand, Dorian had made that ambition a reality.
"I am in your debt, Emperor Dorian. Both for my rescue, changing what should have been my end, and for this form," Egeria admitted, unwilling to be ungrateful to him, even with his questionable nature. "But what happens now? What do you plan to do with me?"
In truth, she feared he was about to declare her his concubine or something similar. She knew he lusted for her new form, and he was a hedonistic youth. As strong as her body felt, she knew that he was far stronger, maybe not physically, but the sheer power he had at his fingertips was intimidating.
She wouldn't trust herself with that kind of power, let alone a teenager.
"Now? That's up to you. You could leave, and you'll simply owe me one down the line. Call it an IOU, to be called in later," Dorian admitted with a lazy shrug. "Or you could give me a hand. I'll admit, I know very little about the actual ruling part of this whole Emperor business, and you were a Queen long before I stumbled into this galaxy and started throwing my weight around. I could use an advisor."
Egeria paused at that, giving him a deep, discerning look.
"Would I be allowed to contact my people if I stayed?" Egeria asked, making Dorian shrug again.
"I give it a month until they show up anyway. Jolinar will have reported back by now, and I'm too weird for them to ignore," Dorian admitted with a self-aware grin. Egeria snorted herself, aware of just how accurate he was. Her children wouldn't be able to resist. "Take some time, think about it. If you want to leave, you can take one of the ships, not my last Ha'tak, and go find your people. I don't actually know which planet their currently hiding on, funnily enough. I could find out, but I'm not wasting energy on it."
Hiding. Wasn't that the truth? She saw glimpses in his mind of what he knew of the Tok'ra, and it wasn't good. They were fighting, but they were laughably outnumbered by the Goa'uld.
She knew he was giving her time to think because he knew she'd already decided. As he said, he was too weird to ignore. She owed him, and feared what he'd do if left to his own devices, and with him knowing that, he offered her a position by his side.
She could leave; the door was open, and his offer was genuine. They both knew she wasn't going to.
"I'd like to explore Delmak, if you don't mind. I saw glimpses in your mind, but I want to see what you've done with Sokar's former capital," Egeria said, knowing she was delaying giving him the answer they both knew was on her lips. Dorian just gave her a knowing smile, allowing her to leave without a care.
– Dorian King –
Yeah, she's not going anywhere.
People like her are predictable. She's too nice. This is the woman who died, literally dooming her race btw, for the idiots who captured her and then experimented on her young to make a shitty pseudo-wonder drug.
The moment Egeria died, the Tok'ra died with her. Sure, one in a million Goa'uld might switch sides, but that's super rare. Without Egeria, the Tok'ra's numbers are in a decline, every loss a step closer to extinction.
Someone that naive and noble is not going to leave someone like me to their own devices. I'm too powerful and too megalomaniacal. She saw into my very soul, as much as I let her see at least. She knows she's not going to convince me to sing Kumbaya with the alien species, but she's falling into the trap that so many women fall into when it comes to powerful, dangerous men.
'I can fix him.'
And with those four words, she's doomed her people to become subservient to my Imperium. All I have to do is give her an inch every so often, enough to make her think her work is succeeding in softening my rough edges, and then I'll take a mile back.
Feeling an influx of energy, I reach out to the mind of my Wrath and chuckle. The Mongal-wannabes acted exactly as I thought they would at the sight of a woman clad in armour and weapons.
Turghan tried to take her by force. Funny mongal with a knife vs a battle-hardened Sister of Battle with an Evicerator chainsword. No prizes for guessing who came out on top in that encounter.
Then his tribe tried to swarm her, thinking numbers would help them take down the armoured killing machine. They tried, I suppose. Credit where it's due, it takes a certain kind of bravery (or stupidity) to decide to rush the woman who just cleaved your chieftain in half.
Once she killed three dozen or so, they got the hint.
With her helmet on, she is literally immune to their weapons. Arrows bounce off her, blades break against her ceramite armour. This is the same stuff Space Marine armour is made from, made to deal with things like the fucking Tyranids and Orks. Dealing with a society that hasn't even discovered iron yet makes this as one-sided as it can get.
Which is how I like my fights.
Now, she's giving a speech to the gathered tribe about the power of the God Emperor and the glory that awaits them in the Imperium of Man. Giving her a little nudge, I cause a golden ray of light to shine down upon her as she works to convert them.
Tribal as they are, their reaction to the show of the sky itself agreeing with Dominica's speech is visceral. With a seemingly unbeatable warrior, that the very spirits they believe in seem to favour? Easiest conversion of my life. Dominica isn't the best orator; she's too zealous for most, but a tribal warrior culture is perfect for her.
In a single day, the Toughai people bend the knee before this divine figure. Funnily enough, her speeches about the God Emperor, a male ruler, seems to have settled the worst of their anger. They're wondering how strong the men must be if this is what the women are like. Of course, Dominica is happy to let them know that the God Emperor of Man is the most powerful being in the Universe.
Another benefit to this planet is that its people are migratory by nature. The tribes move with the seasons, and that means they have no real attachment to any one place. They're being told to move, but moving some tents is nothing like relocating a city. Tribes are also used to being claimed by bigger, stronger tribes. The Toughai are made up of two dozen smaller tribes that Turghan managed to conquer, so now they're the ones being conquered, and most of them are just shrugging.
As Dominica continues her work, I do some of my own. The Stargate is a fair distance from any one tribe, so nobody is around to see as a pillar of smooth black stone rises from the ground, the emblem of the Aquilla forming in gold atop it as my declaration carves itself into the rock, right in front of the Stargate.
In big bold letters, it declares the planet Simarka property of the Imperium of Man, warning all trespassers that to try and claim it would mean war. Nobody should arrive until SG-1 stumbles into this lovely little sign, and by then, all they will find will be abandoned tents and a grim warning.
They aren't stupid, and they're just nosy enough to poke around and discover that the place was abandoned recently. This isn't some ancient declaration, but something fresh, from a force that is active right now. They'll look at the rock and see how unnatural it is, neither the rock nor the gold naturally occurring.
Hmm, the current wording isn't obnoxious enough.
'Let it be known that this world has been claimed in the name of the God Emperor of Mankind. Simarka is the property of the Grand Imperium of Man. Let no xeno, heretic, or lesser power dare defile this soil, for to trespass is to declare war upon the Imperium. Blessed be humanity, in the light of the Master of Mankind.'
Yeah, that sounds arrogant enough. The fact that it's written in English is sure to get their minds wandering. Heh. Well, maybe? Even the weird Mongol tribes speak English.
I valiantly resist the urge to leave a message directly addressing SG-1.
For like two minutes, before I give in.
– Calexa-9 –
Her beloved Omnissiah brought her to the nicest of places.
She did truly enjoy taking such inefficient factories and introducing them to the glory of the Omnissiah, optimising them tenfold and introducing them to the wonders of automation, something the Goa'uld did not seem to have quite figured out yet.
And yet, she couldn't deny that even she was grateful for a break in dealing with such backwards people, eagerly following the Emperor to their destination.
"My Lord Emperor, should we expect Goa'uld interference?" Valeria asked, armed and ready for any threats.
"Nope. Nirrti is busy elsewhere. With Ra dead, she's focused on consolidating her power and has only just been restored as a System Lord. She's using the chaos to expand her little domain and reclaim territory she lost when the others turned on her for stealing and experimenting on their people," Dorian explained with a chuckle. "I don't think she even knows what she had here, and it wouldn't be for a couple more years that she utterly misused it."
Ah, the glorious foresight of the Omnissiah.
He'd explained this Nirrti to them, a System Lord obsessed with making what they call a hok'tar, to the point that she decimated her own populations with her mad experiments. Shortsighted but brilliant. Calexa understood the desire to push further and further, but Nirrti had crippled her own supply-lines in her wasteful experiments. Dorian explained that she hoped that once she had the advanced host she sought, she expected that she'd be able to easily reclaim what she had lost, but it was still foolishly shortsighted.
"Honestly, how can someone be so smart and yet so dumb? With this baby, she should have had a massive advantage, she gave her minions literal superpowers, and she still fucked up," Dorian chuckled.
"The arrogance of the xeno filth is unparalleled," Valeria scoffed, making Dorian hum.
"Honestly, you're not wrong. She could have settled for a host that had telepathy or telekinesis, a massive improvement over her current body, but instead, she tried to find a way to stuff every possible power into one body and wondered why they kept blowing up. Even showing off a single power would have had the other Goa'uld begging for her to favour, but it wasn't enough for her," Dorian laughed as they delved deeper into the structure. "The fact that she might just be one of the smartest Goa'ulds is genuinely depressing. How did a race of parasites and vultures become the dominant power in the galaxy?"
"Because of the Ancients who left their technology scattered for any unworthy fool to abuse," Calexa answered, making him grin. His explanation of this galaxy's state of affairs was truly bizarre. That such a powerful and advanced race would simply shed their mortal forms was a sign of wisdom, as they clearly understood the weakness of flesh, but to then leave all their technology for any to discover was a showing of true shortsightedness.
"True, but this time, their loss is our gain. Ah, there it is," Dorian said excitedly, grinning as he moved ahead despite Valeria having not cleared the room first. "What do you think, Calexa?"
She moved closer to their target, examining her first true piece of Ancient tech. Her mind sang with possibilities, her eyes devouring the hyper-advanced technology. Dorian had called it a DNA Resequencer, the same device the Ancients used to assist with their so-called Ascension.
"Such a wonder cannot be left in the hands of one so short-sighted as Nirrti, oh Omnissiah. It may take me some time to master, but I believe it will serve the purpose you desire," Calexa swore, making Dorian grin.
"Perfect."
– Egeria –
She had expected that Dorian couldn't really get up to much in the few hours she was gone.
That had been short-sighted of her.
"The procedure was a success, oh Omnissiah," Calexa-9 reported, the strange, partially mechanical woman beaming with pride as the first Jaffa stepped out of the chamber. His grand palace had gained a new addition, apparently stolen from a System Lord (which she whole-heartedly approved of), and her mind raced as she watched the Jaffa step out of the chamber. "Your mere presence makes the machine spirit sing. It was eager to perform your divine will."
The first Jaffa in countless years to be freed from their dependency on Goa'uld larvae. She had wondered if Dorian planned to make more cloned queens to supply his Jaffa, or if he intended to use her for the procuring of the needed larvae. She'd been entirely too short-sighted to think that he would be so unambitious.
Their dependence was the leash that kept the Jaffa in line. Even the most rebellious Jaffa could do nothing about their utter reliance upon the Goa'uld. Any Jaffa child who was not given a larvae would die, slowly and painfully. Any adult who attempted to remove their larvae would die as their body shuts down. This was the first step in removing the Goa'uld's most powerful tool, their vast Jaffa armies.
She watched as Valeria encouraged the female Jaffa to finish the 'rite', taking the larvae that had once been in the pouch she no longer possessed and placing them into the braiser, lit with golden flames. The Goa'uld screeched as it was reduced to ash, and the girl smiled. She was one of Valeria's future Sisters of Battle, chosen by Valeria for her immense faith in the God Emperor. A member of the Order of the Severed Chains, being the first to personally break the greatest chain of all that kept her people slaves.
How better to convince the Jaffa of the false divinity than to have such a rite where they personally kill the 'god' that had once lived within them? How better to expose the Goa'uld as nothing but parasites?
The girl, whose name Egeria did not know, stood tall and proud, her enhanced physiology remaining in tact despite the lack of larvae within her. Calexa even claimed she'd improved the benefits that the Jaffa had over baseline humans, extending their lifespan and increasing their strength and recovery factor. It was not quite 'superhuman', but it was a step forward.
Dorian had declared Jaffa to be Abhumans. Not quite human, but close enough to be welcomed into the Imperium of Man. It was even true, as the Jaffa were human slaves that the Goa'uld experimented on to make their perfect slave race.
Her people had been fighting against the Goa'uld for so many years, and in a single day, Dorian had done more to harm the Goa'uld Empire than the Tok'ra had done in centuries. The Tok'ra had fought and fought hard, and she was proud of her people for what they had achieved, but they were merely delaying the Goa'uld's expansion.
Dorian had just landed the first blow against the very power base that kept the Goa'uld Empire together.
It was far from a death blow to the Goa'uld Empire, but was instead a crack forming in the foundation. A crack that would grow wider and deeper as the Goa'uld failed to notice it at all, until it caused the entire thing to collapse on top of them.
The Jaffa of the Imperium of Man could be the first step in truly freeing the Jaffa from their Goa'uld overlords. His ability to create mindless bodies could be the first step in removing her people's dependency on hosts entirely.
So was it any wonder that she could not bring herself to leave?
– Dominica –
Taking aim with a bland expression, she fired the flamer and burnt alive the heretic who had sought to 'claim' her. These people were as savage as her Lord had claimed, and even knowing that she, like all Sisters, was a bride of the Emperor, some of the barbaric fools had tried to claim her as their woman.
You'd think after cutting down the first few dozen, the rest would get the message but these tribesmen were fools. Still, her Lord Emperor had told her that she could kill any of the ones that proved problematic, and their culture meant that their women were used to being the property of the strongest. Now, that was the God Emperor instead of some unwashed chieftain.
And yet, every dismembered fool was a failure. One less tool for her Emperor, slain because she failed to properly convert them. Such failure was unforgivable.
'Don't beat yourself up, Dominica. The women are an important part since we're doing this to increase our numbers. A hundred women and one man can breed just as quickly as a hundred women and a hundred men.'
The divine wisdom from her Lord Emperor made her relax, seeing the glory of his knowledge.
She had conquered the Toughai and the Linghai tribes, two of the four she had been sent to gather. Many of the women had been converted by her speeches, but the men continued to resist. By right, the women of the conquered tribes were the victorious leaders to distribute amongst their people. That made every woman in the two tribes property of Dorian, and any attempted rape a direct insult to her God Emperor.
Those ones died especially slowly.
She cared not if the woman had been his 'wife' the day prior; by their own customs, the women belonged to the God Emperor, and it was for him to decide on their fates. One had even dared to call him weak for sending a woman to fight in his name.
She fed that one a Krak grenade.
As she led the women in prayer to their God, she wondered why her Lord Emperor had not sent Valeria in her stead. She had no doubt Valeria would have done better in converting the unbelievers, but his divinity could not be wrong. A test, then? Of her talents?
She would not fail him.
— Bonus Scene — Nirrti
The slaves were always superstitious. They were made to be to ensure they never began to doubt the divinity of the Goa'uld. So, when she her Jaffa brought some tall tales to her from a backwards planet, she gave it no thought at first.
And yet, she was a scientist first, and when told impossible things, her pride demanded that she disprove the claims entirely. Their nonsensical claims of a temple disappearing in a flash of golden light were just outrageous enough for her to pay attention despite the source being unwashed slaves.
Standing where the temple had once stood, she stared in disbelief at the monument that now stood in its place. Pitch-black, it had a golden image of some kind of two-headed bird at the top and a message written in the language of the slaves, in large bold golden letters.
'In the name of the God-Emperor, this DNA Resequencer has been claimed for the Grand Imperium.'
DNA Resequencer? Her mind raced, going over everything she knew of this pathetic planet. She'd used its people in her experiments for many years, leading to its small population, but she had found no such device. Had she ever explored this part, or had her minions do it for her?
Her recollections told her that no, she had not. She'd dismissed this place as worthless but for test subjects. How had this Imperium discovered something of value inside her territory that even she didn't know about? How had they moved an entire structure without anyone noticing until it was too late?
Whether she knew about it or not, it was hers, and she would not tolerate such a theft. A lesser Goa'uld may have been driven to a rage at the mere concept of such a theft, but Nirrti's mind was elsewhere.
Ordering the deaths of the village nearby, she considered her options. She couldn't have her people know she was stolen from, lest they start to doubt her power. They had served her well by informing her of the theft, but too many had seen the monument.
Cold fury mixed with a burning curiosity as she examined the monument and the golden emblem, knowing no Goa'uld who used that name or had named their domain such a thing.
How curious.
Author's Note: Nirrti is lucky she's hot, it's the only thing keeping her alive.
Written: 19/05/2025