Uh Reese was created by an Ancient scientist trying to recreate the Asuran..... so I'm pretty sure I can blame the Ancients for that one as well.
Devastation Comes In Big Packages [Planetary Annihilation/Multicross SI]
- Location
- Arizona
uh, no. That is a theorized link, please do not say that it is proven. There were similarities drawn between Reese's nanite-based systems and the Asurans, but no direct confirmation. It could just have easily been a scientist working off of Ancient technology who stumbled upon a similar tech progression path.
EDIT: to clarify, there is still reasonable doubt in the "Lantean Scientist made Reese" theory, so I'm going with "Not actually canon until explicitly stated".
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Mgunh1
Not an AI, honest!
- Location
- Northern Luna Base, Module 5, Sublevel 15
To be absolutely fair, though, at least the Leviathans were trying to fix their fuck up, even if they weren't exactly succeeding much. This, despite building their entire civilisation on the mass enslavment of hundreds of sentient species and generally being unrepentant amoral shitheads.
They are still objectively better people than the stargate Ascended.
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The Magician
Yeet
- Location
- The Basement
Yeah, pretty much. The Stargate Ascended are the worst beings in the universe! (Totally nut sarcasmsu lel m8)
52 – No Gods, Only Masters
Note: Finished one of my tests, decided to try something different with this Arc.
Jack managed to take about five steps out of the Stargate before coming face to face with the broad back of Teal'c who had stopped directly in front of him. Nearly stumbling backward was enough to have Carter twist herself in order to not run into him while instead Daniel outright bumped into him. Typical. What was not typical, on the other hand, were the men and women with suddenly unsheathed swords and shields pointing directly at his team. That and the gold armor they all wore which covered all but their heads rather gave away that they weren't some peaceful folk who'd never seen someone walk out of their Stargate before.
"Uh. Hello," he tried to say cheerfully. Instead it came out as more of a strained grunt.
Silence was the only answer they received.
"We should not be here," came the Jaffa's rumbling voice.
"Oh yeah? And why is that?"
"Because I will be killed on sight."
"Because servants of the Goa'uld are to be killed on sight."
The leader of the warriors with the still sharp looking swords growled when she spoke the word Goa'uld, also happening to coincidentally speak at the same time as the alien man. That was enough to pull him up short, and cut off the sarcastic riposte he'd been just about to let fly.
"Uh…," Jack nearly palmed his face as Daniel swung around to the front of the group, his hands held out in the universal surrender position, "Would it help if we told you that Teal'c wasn't a servant of theirs?"
"The sigil in his forehead is kept in place by way of a process involving pouring molten gold onto his bare skin – or so the tale goes. You expect us to believe that he would abandon his 'Gods' so easily?"
Jack abruptly considered the need for a bucket and mop for all the sarcasm that had just dripped onto the floor.
"It is the truth, nonetheless. I seek no quarrel with the Empire of Wu, and have abandoned Apophis."
"Right," Daniel kept talking, "He has left the service of Apophis and he…none of us seek quarrel with – the Empire of what?"
Jack didn't like that look. It was the squirrely anthropologist 'whoops I just stopped thinking like a soldier' look. Things rarely went well whenever Daniel got that look.
"Empire of Wu," the still unhappy looking woman straightened as she said it, before with a gesture causing the rest of her compatriots to lower their blades. "If you speak the truth, then well done in throwing off the shackles of false gods. If you are lying, the symbiote will be cut out of you with acid covered razors and the rest of your compatriots will be flayed."
Jack had to work not to blanch at the thought as well as make a comment on how their guns might make a bit of a difference when keeping people with swords and shields away.
"It is the way of things," Teal'c nodded. Nodded!
"Fine. Now then…as for the rest of you? Identify yourselves," she turned to him with a calculating eye.
A soldiers eye, Jack realized abruptly.
"Uh, we are uh, SG-1, from…a place far from here," Daniel spoke up, causing the woman's gaze to turn to him. "We have entirely peaceful intentions, I swear."
"Which is why you carry rifles and handguns with you for your peaceful expeditions, SG-1 of Earth?"
That was…how did-what?
"We never said we were from Earth," Jack interjected.
"The bumbling fools who slew Ra, lost against Apophis, travelling with a former First Prime…who else are you supposed to be? SG-2? Do they have a former First Prime too?"
It would be fair to say that no one in SG-1 was happy with someone knowing who they were and where they were from. Or that despite having swords and shields they also knew what guns were.
The General was going to have a field day with this, Jack just knew it. Someone had to have compromised information security which was a big no-no. The other possibility was that they knew by way of something else which he didn't really enjoy contemplating.
In any case, a moment later the guardswoman – he was pretty sure she was a captain or whatever word passed the equivalent around here – was escorting them down the road.
The surprisingly well paved road. The scenery was nice too, and he would be lying if the sway of her his wasn't – and of course Daniel had to ruin it by talking again.
"Jack, the Empire of Wu, do you know what that means?"
Daniel was practically vibrating with excitement.
"I bet you're gonna tell me," Jack muttered.
"Up until this point, we've met with strictly Egyptian-derived cultures and names. Ra, Apophis, their Primes, their ships, everything about their aesthetic but look," he pointed at the large sword the woman carried at her side, "That is clearly derivative of an eastern blade – I think maybe the jian? The Empire of Wu was one of the major forces in the classical tale Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and existed in an entirely different geographical and cultural context, which-,"
The scientist kept talking…and talking…and eventually Jack tuned him out – a well-practiced skill at this point – and kept his eyes on the road. Daniel on the other hand, was doing some kind of muted gesturing with his hand. Jack watched, Carter kept an eye out, and Teal'c was silent, but Jack watched as the road they were on steadily sloped upwards before coming to a bluff. And on the other side of that bluff, down in a valley below?
"Daniel, I'm going to have to stop you there," Jack nearly slapped his hand onto the mouth of his glasses wearing peer to do so, and with his other hand pointed out at what everyone else was staring at.
"Oh," the scientist said faintly.
Oh, indeed.
"Welcome to the capital city of the planet Simarka, Class-4 World of the Empire of Wu and the Immortal Emperor Sun Jian, Defender of Humanity and Eternal Foe of the Goa'uld," the guardswoman turned guide recited in an astonishingly bored tone. "Brought into compliance as of…what…" she mumbled, "Two centuries ago? Two centuries ago."
"Jack?"
"Yeah Daniel?"
"I think we might be a little out of our depth here."
"Oh yeah? What was your first clue?"
Golden gliders – smoother and far friendlier looking than the Death Gliders used by the Goa'uld – flew high above gleaming towers and buildings. It was as if someone had taken the image of the old cities of China from centuries past and transplanted it before slowly upgrading it with a futuristic image. Great rings – like the teleport system of Goa'uld ships yet far larger – swooped once then twice before a crowd appeared in one and then dispersed. Another, on the opposite side of the wide well-traveled street activated and disappeared a crowd that had been patiently waiting instead. Much of the city was still stone but veins of metal and wood were present all over while keeping the aesthetic constant throughout.
"Welcome to New Meilei."
He'd stopped looking at the city by that point, however, in favor of staring at the giant golden floating sphere that remained above the city – three times larger than a Ha'tak at least – with a handful of rings reminiscent of the pyramid ships that the Goa'uld used attached to it. For some reason, his gut was telling him that whatever that thing was…it might not appreciate the comparison to a lesser ship like what Ra and Apophis used.
"Captain Sun! Who – that's a Jaffa!"
All of SG-1 twitched a little when one of the big turrets started spooling up with a very angry glow at its center. Well, except for Teal'c. It hardly mattered as Captain Sun waved her compatriots down.
"They're from Earth," she said, and that was apparently enough of an explanation.
After that, they were let inside, to watch as an incredibly strange mishmash of ancient Chinese dress mixed with more modern styles. It was…odd, to say the least. As was the gigantic statue that lay in the center of a plaza just off the way that Captain Sun guided them to.
"So…where are we going, exactly? Not that I don't like just being led around with no explanation, of course."
"You are going to meet the Governor and I am going to return to my post, Colonel Jack O'Neill."
"I wish you'd stop just dropping information like that," he whined.
"I was briefed, and for all that you are not part of our military customs dictate that I at least refer to you by the rank you are assigned by your own."
The group was forced to stop, however, as Daniel decided to stare and make eyes with the big marble statue.
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask…is this-,"
"The Immortal Emperor? Yes," Captain Sun said, a hint of pride in her voice as she stared at it.
So apparently it was someone important.
"Not a bad looking guy," Carter said with a shrug, only to raise an eyebrow when the men in the team looked at her, "What? He's got a real…distinguished…look."
Six feet tall, heavily muscled, with a sword – hadn't Daniel called those jings or something awhile back? – in one hand and a….
"That's a gun," Jack said flatly.
"Indeed," Captain Sun nodded, "The powers of observation that Earthlings are rumored to possess truly are impressive."
"Is she sassing me? I think she's sassing me."
"She might be sassing you sir," Carter said without changing inflection.
"So…where are your guns," he couldn't help but ask, turning to Sun with his hands on his hips.
She unsheathed her sword, and wiggled it at him.
"Right here, Earthling."
"That's a sword."
Sighing, Sun turned away, did…something…and all of a sudden a bolt shot out from the tip and blew the absolute hell out of a bush that she had pointed her sword at. A few people who had stopped to stare at the strangers jumped at the noise, others running away. The remainder followed their friends when Sun turned to glare at them.
"We are equipped with weapons as befitting a Class-4 World of the Empire, earthling, no more, and certainly not less."
"You put…guns…in your swords," Jack said flatly, staring at the suddenly not so innocuous looking blade which was promptly re-sheathed.
"It is a similar principle to the Jaffa, yes? Only superior, because our weapons can still cut and stab things while they are reduced to inaccurate firing and big unwieldy sticks," Sun smirked as she looked at a slightly more stoic than usual Teal'c.
"You keep saying that, Class-4 World," Daniel interrupted before a fight could start – yet another disappointment to Jack. "What does that mean?"
"The level of a World within the Empire is based on its general education, population size, wealth, etcetera etcetera," Sun waved her hand through the air, "With a specific emphasis on the first."
"Really? How many classes are there?"
"Ten, with Ten being the most well off and one being the worst. We don't have any 1's left these days though, last I recall," Sun said, before quite obviously heading away again towards a sort of palace looking thing in the distance.
Jack settled in to let Daniel do his thing while sharing sarcastic glances with Carter, Teal'c staying silent the whole time as they walked.
"This is a Class-4 world…and you have public transport in the form of teleporters, gliders, and a protective…star ship? What constitutes a Class-10?"
"Quite a lot indeed, Daniel Jackson," Sun replied cryptically.
"Uh…don't take this the wrong way, but-,"
"Why are some planets worse off than others?"
"Yeah. If your 'Immortal' Emperor can-,"
"Do not put air quotes around his title, please," Sun interrupted.
"Oh. Um, sorry, but-,"
"Emperor Sun Jian has been around since the founding of the Empire of Wu five hundred years ago, and he has not 'died', been replaced, impersonated, or otherwise since. He still publically leads the charge whenever battle is called for. From him, the Empire formed, and from him, we know peace and prosperity unmatched."
"Sorry," Daniel kept trying to backtrack but Sun wasn't having it. Jack would have laughed if it wouldn't have drawn undue attention.
"From him, and his Network of sons and daughters, he has uplifted over a hundred worlds, including this one. Do you know what this world was like, before he came?"
Sun whirled to stab a finger at a nonplussed Carter.
"She would have been killed the moment she walked out of the gate for not covering her face, daring to bear a weapon, and dress like a man. So killed three times over."
"Woah, what?"
Carter sounded scandalized, to which Sun sniffed and nodded.
"Women were nothing but property then, worth nothing, allowed to do nothing but be bred and care for children. Our people were in constant conflict with one another, and we fought as savages and were barbarians," Sun ranted, "Then he came, with his ships, and his people, and his technology, and he taught us a new way. A better way. He kept the Goa'uld from us, revealed them as false gods, and stripped the fear that had kept us stagnant for generations away. So when you dare to imply that he is nothing less than the unabashed savior of my planet and so many others, know that you approach the limits of my patience!"
Then Sun stomped up to Daniel – leaving craters in the ground where her feet hit it, Jack noted – and poked him once in the chest.
"And yet he knew, he knew that he could not force change, he could not uplift us to his heights without our culture, our people self-destructing and overloading. It happened once, and that was enough for him. So he goes slower, with each generation introducing new technologies, new sciences, and more than that pushing us to discover what we can and join him under our own volition - he does not spoonfed us or our growth. While we puzzle out things like the truth of chemistry and physics, he watches over us…and one day…we will join him in the stars. So do not," she poked Daniel again in the chest, "Disparage," she poked him again, hard enough to make him take a step back, "His name," a final poke, "Around me!"
"Captain Sun! Please do not poke a hole through our guest's chest," a warm voice called out.
Huh. Jack hadn't even noticed that they'd made it up to the big doors to the palace. Was it a pagoda? Or was that Japanese? Jack couldn't remember, so he wouldn't bring it up just in case. The Governor, apparently, looked like an elderly man. If Jack was honest with himself he almost looked like the Emperor from that Disney movie awhile back. What was it…Mu Lan? Like that guy, but brought to life.
"Governor," the red faced captain was suddenly on her knees, bowing, "I apologize to bring you distress. These are-,"
"I know who they are. Who in the Empire has not heard of the people who left their Gate unguarded and allowed Apophis onto their world unchallenged like newborn children?"
Ok, so now Jack didn't like the guy.
"Greetings, Governor, my name is Daniel Jackson," Daniel tried for a little bow, but stopped when the Governor pushed him back to a straight backed posture with one hand on his shoulder.
"No need for that, young one. Come, you must be weary from your walk. I have tea waiting."
The phalanx of guards, armed and armored similarly to Captain Sun, followed them inside.
"Such a lovely place," Jack muttered the partial lyric under his breath.
Then the doors closed behind them.
52 – No Gods, Only Masters
Jack managed to take about five steps out of the Stargate before coming face to face with the broad back of Teal'c who had stopped directly in front of him. Nearly stumbling backward was enough to have Carter twist herself in order to not run into him while instead Daniel outright bumped into him. Typical. What was not typical, on the other hand, were the men and women with suddenly unsheathed swords and shields pointing directly at his team. That and the gold armor they all wore which covered all but their heads rather gave away that they weren't some peaceful folk who'd never seen someone walk out of their Stargate before.
"Uh. Hello," he tried to say cheerfully. Instead it came out as more of a strained grunt.
Silence was the only answer they received.
"We should not be here," came the Jaffa's rumbling voice.
"Oh yeah? And why is that?"
"Because I will be killed on sight."
"Because servants of the Goa'uld are to be killed on sight."
The leader of the warriors with the still sharp looking swords growled when she spoke the word Goa'uld, also happening to coincidentally speak at the same time as the alien man. That was enough to pull him up short, and cut off the sarcastic riposte he'd been just about to let fly.
"Uh…," Jack nearly palmed his face as Daniel swung around to the front of the group, his hands held out in the universal surrender position, "Would it help if we told you that Teal'c wasn't a servant of theirs?"
"The sigil in his forehead is kept in place by way of a process involving pouring molten gold onto his bare skin – or so the tale goes. You expect us to believe that he would abandon his 'Gods' so easily?"
Jack abruptly considered the need for a bucket and mop for all the sarcasm that had just dripped onto the floor.
"It is the truth, nonetheless. I seek no quarrel with the Empire of Wu, and have abandoned Apophis."
"Right," Daniel kept talking, "He has left the service of Apophis and he…none of us seek quarrel with – the Empire of what?"
Jack didn't like that look. It was the squirrely anthropologist 'whoops I just stopped thinking like a soldier' look. Things rarely went well whenever Daniel got that look.
"Empire of Wu," the still unhappy looking woman straightened as she said it, before with a gesture causing the rest of her compatriots to lower their blades. "If you speak the truth, then well done in throwing off the shackles of false gods. If you are lying, the symbiote will be cut out of you with acid covered razors and the rest of your compatriots will be flayed."
Jack had to work not to blanch at the thought as well as make a comment on how their guns might make a bit of a difference when keeping people with swords and shields away.
"It is the way of things," Teal'c nodded. Nodded!
"Fine. Now then…as for the rest of you? Identify yourselves," she turned to him with a calculating eye.
A soldiers eye, Jack realized abruptly.
"Uh, we are uh, SG-1, from…a place far from here," Daniel spoke up, causing the woman's gaze to turn to him. "We have entirely peaceful intentions, I swear."
"Which is why you carry rifles and handguns with you for your peaceful expeditions, SG-1 of Earth?"
That was…how did-what?
"We never said we were from Earth," Jack interjected.
"The bumbling fools who slew Ra, lost against Apophis, travelling with a former First Prime…who else are you supposed to be? SG-2? Do they have a former First Prime too?"
It would be fair to say that no one in SG-1 was happy with someone knowing who they were and where they were from. Or that despite having swords and shields they also knew what guns were.
The General was going to have a field day with this, Jack just knew it. Someone had to have compromised information security which was a big no-no. The other possibility was that they knew by way of something else which he didn't really enjoy contemplating.
In any case, a moment later the guardswoman – he was pretty sure she was a captain or whatever word passed the equivalent around here – was escorting them down the road.
The surprisingly well paved road. The scenery was nice too, and he would be lying if the sway of her his wasn't – and of course Daniel had to ruin it by talking again.
"Jack, the Empire of Wu, do you know what that means?"
Daniel was practically vibrating with excitement.
"I bet you're gonna tell me," Jack muttered.
"Up until this point, we've met with strictly Egyptian-derived cultures and names. Ra, Apophis, their Primes, their ships, everything about their aesthetic but look," he pointed at the large sword the woman carried at her side, "That is clearly derivative of an eastern blade – I think maybe the jian? The Empire of Wu was one of the major forces in the classical tale Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and existed in an entirely different geographical and cultural context, which-,"
The scientist kept talking…and talking…and eventually Jack tuned him out – a well-practiced skill at this point – and kept his eyes on the road. Daniel on the other hand, was doing some kind of muted gesturing with his hand. Jack watched, Carter kept an eye out, and Teal'c was silent, but Jack watched as the road they were on steadily sloped upwards before coming to a bluff. And on the other side of that bluff, down in a valley below?
"Daniel, I'm going to have to stop you there," Jack nearly slapped his hand onto the mouth of his glasses wearing peer to do so, and with his other hand pointed out at what everyone else was staring at.
"Oh," the scientist said faintly.
Oh, indeed.
"Welcome to the capital city of the planet Simarka, Class-4 World of the Empire of Wu and the Immortal Emperor Sun Jian, Defender of Humanity and Eternal Foe of the Goa'uld," the guardswoman turned guide recited in an astonishingly bored tone. "Brought into compliance as of…what…" she mumbled, "Two centuries ago? Two centuries ago."
"Jack?"
"Yeah Daniel?"
"I think we might be a little out of our depth here."
"Oh yeah? What was your first clue?"
Golden gliders – smoother and far friendlier looking than the Death Gliders used by the Goa'uld – flew high above gleaming towers and buildings. It was as if someone had taken the image of the old cities of China from centuries past and transplanted it before slowly upgrading it with a futuristic image. Great rings – like the teleport system of Goa'uld ships yet far larger – swooped once then twice before a crowd appeared in one and then dispersed. Another, on the opposite side of the wide well-traveled street activated and disappeared a crowd that had been patiently waiting instead. Much of the city was still stone but veins of metal and wood were present all over while keeping the aesthetic constant throughout.
"Welcome to New Meilei."
He'd stopped looking at the city by that point, however, in favor of staring at the giant golden floating sphere that remained above the city – three times larger than a Ha'tak at least – with a handful of rings reminiscent of the pyramid ships that the Goa'uld used attached to it. For some reason, his gut was telling him that whatever that thing was…it might not appreciate the comparison to a lesser ship like what Ra and Apophis used.
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The view from up close…wasn't much more comforting, now that he thought about it. While it had been one thing to scoff at the sword and shield thing that the guard captain – my name is Sun, she'd said curtly – it was entirely another to look at the very scary looking turrets that were being manned at the entrance to the walled city. Those looked like they would fit better on a spaceship or a starfighter at the least – not here.
"Captain Sun! Who – that's a Jaffa!"
All of SG-1 twitched a little when one of the big turrets started spooling up with a very angry glow at its center. Well, except for Teal'c. It hardly mattered as Captain Sun waved her compatriots down.
"They're from Earth," she said, and that was apparently enough of an explanation.
After that, they were let inside, to watch as an incredibly strange mishmash of ancient Chinese dress mixed with more modern styles. It was…odd, to say the least. As was the gigantic statue that lay in the center of a plaza just off the way that Captain Sun guided them to.
"So…where are we going, exactly? Not that I don't like just being led around with no explanation, of course."
"You are going to meet the Governor and I am going to return to my post, Colonel Jack O'Neill."
"I wish you'd stop just dropping information like that," he whined.
"I was briefed, and for all that you are not part of our military customs dictate that I at least refer to you by the rank you are assigned by your own."
The group was forced to stop, however, as Daniel decided to stare and make eyes with the big marble statue.
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask…is this-,"
"The Immortal Emperor? Yes," Captain Sun said, a hint of pride in her voice as she stared at it.
So apparently it was someone important.
"Not a bad looking guy," Carter said with a shrug, only to raise an eyebrow when the men in the team looked at her, "What? He's got a real…distinguished…look."
Six feet tall, heavily muscled, with a sword – hadn't Daniel called those jings or something awhile back? – in one hand and a….
"That's a gun," Jack said flatly.
"Indeed," Captain Sun nodded, "The powers of observation that Earthlings are rumored to possess truly are impressive."
"Is she sassing me? I think she's sassing me."
"She might be sassing you sir," Carter said without changing inflection.
"So…where are your guns," he couldn't help but ask, turning to Sun with his hands on his hips.
She unsheathed her sword, and wiggled it at him.
"Right here, Earthling."
"That's a sword."
Sighing, Sun turned away, did…something…and all of a sudden a bolt shot out from the tip and blew the absolute hell out of a bush that she had pointed her sword at. A few people who had stopped to stare at the strangers jumped at the noise, others running away. The remainder followed their friends when Sun turned to glare at them.
"We are equipped with weapons as befitting a Class-4 World of the Empire, earthling, no more, and certainly not less."
"You put…guns…in your swords," Jack said flatly, staring at the suddenly not so innocuous looking blade which was promptly re-sheathed.
"It is a similar principle to the Jaffa, yes? Only superior, because our weapons can still cut and stab things while they are reduced to inaccurate firing and big unwieldy sticks," Sun smirked as she looked at a slightly more stoic than usual Teal'c.
"You keep saying that, Class-4 World," Daniel interrupted before a fight could start – yet another disappointment to Jack. "What does that mean?"
"The level of a World within the Empire is based on its general education, population size, wealth, etcetera etcetera," Sun waved her hand through the air, "With a specific emphasis on the first."
"Really? How many classes are there?"
"Ten, with Ten being the most well off and one being the worst. We don't have any 1's left these days though, last I recall," Sun said, before quite obviously heading away again towards a sort of palace looking thing in the distance.
Jack settled in to let Daniel do his thing while sharing sarcastic glances with Carter, Teal'c staying silent the whole time as they walked.
"This is a Class-4 world…and you have public transport in the form of teleporters, gliders, and a protective…star ship? What constitutes a Class-10?"
"Quite a lot indeed, Daniel Jackson," Sun replied cryptically.
"Uh…don't take this the wrong way, but-,"
"Why are some planets worse off than others?"
"Yeah. If your 'Immortal' Emperor can-,"
"Do not put air quotes around his title, please," Sun interrupted.
"Oh. Um, sorry, but-,"
"Emperor Sun Jian has been around since the founding of the Empire of Wu five hundred years ago, and he has not 'died', been replaced, impersonated, or otherwise since. He still publically leads the charge whenever battle is called for. From him, the Empire formed, and from him, we know peace and prosperity unmatched."
"Sorry," Daniel kept trying to backtrack but Sun wasn't having it. Jack would have laughed if it wouldn't have drawn undue attention.
"From him, and his Network of sons and daughters, he has uplifted over a hundred worlds, including this one. Do you know what this world was like, before he came?"
Sun whirled to stab a finger at a nonplussed Carter.
"She would have been killed the moment she walked out of the gate for not covering her face, daring to bear a weapon, and dress like a man. So killed three times over."
"Woah, what?"
Carter sounded scandalized, to which Sun sniffed and nodded.
"Women were nothing but property then, worth nothing, allowed to do nothing but be bred and care for children. Our people were in constant conflict with one another, and we fought as savages and were barbarians," Sun ranted, "Then he came, with his ships, and his people, and his technology, and he taught us a new way. A better way. He kept the Goa'uld from us, revealed them as false gods, and stripped the fear that had kept us stagnant for generations away. So when you dare to imply that he is nothing less than the unabashed savior of my planet and so many others, know that you approach the limits of my patience!"
Then Sun stomped up to Daniel – leaving craters in the ground where her feet hit it, Jack noted – and poked him once in the chest.
"And yet he knew, he knew that he could not force change, he could not uplift us to his heights without our culture, our people self-destructing and overloading. It happened once, and that was enough for him. So he goes slower, with each generation introducing new technologies, new sciences, and more than that pushing us to discover what we can and join him under our own volition - he does not spoonfed us or our growth. While we puzzle out things like the truth of chemistry and physics, he watches over us…and one day…we will join him in the stars. So do not," she poked Daniel again in the chest, "Disparage," she poked him again, hard enough to make him take a step back, "His name," a final poke, "Around me!"
"Captain Sun! Please do not poke a hole through our guest's chest," a warm voice called out.
Huh. Jack hadn't even noticed that they'd made it up to the big doors to the palace. Was it a pagoda? Or was that Japanese? Jack couldn't remember, so he wouldn't bring it up just in case. The Governor, apparently, looked like an elderly man. If Jack was honest with himself he almost looked like the Emperor from that Disney movie awhile back. What was it…Mu Lan? Like that guy, but brought to life.
"Governor," the red faced captain was suddenly on her knees, bowing, "I apologize to bring you distress. These are-,"
"I know who they are. Who in the Empire has not heard of the people who left their Gate unguarded and allowed Apophis onto their world unchallenged like newborn children?"
Ok, so now Jack didn't like the guy.
"Greetings, Governor, my name is Daniel Jackson," Daniel tried for a little bow, but stopped when the Governor pushed him back to a straight backed posture with one hand on his shoulder.
"No need for that, young one. Come, you must be weary from your walk. I have tea waiting."
The phalanx of guards, armed and armored similarly to Captain Sun, followed them inside.
"Such a lovely place," Jack muttered the partial lyric under his breath.
Then the doors closed behind them.
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- Location
- United States
Livin' it up in the Hotel California, Jack?
- Pronouns
- she/her
Ooh. Appropriately sassy for Stargate.
The Magician
Yeet
- Location
- The Basement
Me confused. Me don't remember anything like that when watching Stargate. Me thinks that Empiyaa is Torroar's fault. Screw you Torroar.
- Pronouns
- she/her
Wait please tell me you didn't kill the sexiest goa'uld and best villain, Ba'al. 
You could totally redeem him!
You could totally redeem him!
- Location
- Somewhere on the flat earth
I hope he is much better now that he has had centuries interacting with people.
The Empire of Wu is entirely benevolent, thank you very much.
EDIT: Unless you are a Goa'uld, Ori, Wraith, Replicator, or Space Mafia. Then they are very much not benevolent.
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- Location
- United States
Shu, nasty person who does not trust in the power of Wu. Shu!
The Magician
Yeet
- Location
- The Basement
"Benevolent" Me calls bullshit. No way. Screw you Torroar.
BobtjeNORMALguy
Color From Beyond
- Location
- Lost in time and space
NO DON'T! He feeds of your hate...
The Magician
Yeet
- Location
- The Basement
No worry. I keep hate in jar. Torroar getting it? No way. Screw Torroar.
- Location
- Tel'aran'rhiod
I'm liking this a lot already
Care to explain your viewpoint? Because right now you seem to be acting more like a troll than anything else.
The Magician
Yeet
- Location
- The Basement
Just writing like a caveman because I feel like it and because I'm honestly confused.
I was referring to the "Screw Torrar" part, not the caveman part. You've said it twice, along with similar things, and I'm not understanding the source of it.
A bunch of natives pledge themselves to Theta.
'Does this mean I've got an empire now?'
"Woooooooo!"
And that's how the Empire of Woooo was formed.
Theta is in the Star Wars universe.
This is the work of the Prime Network, you silly.
