Devastation Comes In Big Packages [Planetary Annihilation/Multicross SI]
'The Records' mostly only show what worlds SG1 popped up on, so there's going to be far more encounters with Wu through them than anyone else, really. Mostly because 'The Records' show worlds that are colonizable, yeh? So they went after ones they knew were for sure bets first - then began to spread out and fill the gaps in between. Ain't no Mass Effect leapfrogging civs with pop centers spread out across a huge web. The Empire has the time and tech to slowly expand out in a linear fashion, terraforming as they go.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
A lovely story thus far.
They aren't there yet.
By doing what they have, they forced the leadership into one location, and now some of the Eyes get to follow them as they leave.
Remember that at this stage, NID's corruption hadn't really reached the stages it was at later in the series. They're following the ones that are, tracking them up to the Committee, and then...we'll see, won't we?
By doing what they have, they forced the leadership into one location, and now some of the Eyes get to follow them as they leave.
Remember that at this stage, NID's corruption hadn't really reached the stages it was at later in the series. They're following the ones that are, tracking them up to the Committee, and then...we'll see, won't we?
Maybourne and the others aren't public figures, while Kinsey is. Kinsey's dead would be thoroughly investigated and might show their hand, no matter how unlikely it is. It's also a way for the Empire to do some social engineering in the US by ensuring that Kinsey's corruption is exposed to the public, hopefully making the public demand effective reform.
Come on, the last line explicitly said 'remove him from the capital'.
Ernest wasn't even on the planet.
Although the mentions of the stargate make me think they might have solved the multiple gates to each world problem. Maybe closed gate networks that let them dial the same planet with multiple networks?
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
I missed that earlier but I got it when the GM said something.
Mandabar
Waifu of choice is Rem. Give that girl some hugs!
- Location
- Florida, USA [Yes. Florida *FacePalm*]
Yeah my thinking is that he isn't even on the planet, and they have perfected use of multiple output destinations using stargates. I do wonder why they removed him from this planet though, and why he was alone until ten years ago. I would've assumed they colonized this planet long ago.
Yeppers
My thought as well
59 - Eye's Forward
Note: Timeskipping is a Go
Cardinal: I don't understand.
Plum: He's incapable of changing who he is. This is a man who will live and die along a single path, never to deviate.
Quilt: He's an idiotic fool with too much power.
Meltdown: Less, now.
Nodal-12: Confirmed. The target known as Senator Kinsey has used the utter last of his political capital and influence to come here and try to shut down Stargate Command. After the end of this, he is done. Especially with what is going to occur next.
Quilt: And then I kill him?
Nodal-12: We'll see. Continue observation at least. Ladybug and Dust, report on the hunt for the rest of the Committee.
Ladybug: We've just about got all of them. Honestly, the sheer amount of wealth they have access too doesn't make sense.
Cardinal: What do you mean?
Scorching Dust: All this money, hidden all over the word in shell companies, in secret accounts, in bullion, and none of it is being used. And they've done all of this…just to gain more. The amount of wealth held in secret by the most powerful on this planet is more than enough to quite potentially solve a simply tremendous amount of problems this planet has.
Cardinal: What? Then…why don't they?
Ladybug: Multiple religions on this world claim charity is godly work. The richest amongst them seem inclined to disagree despite publically stated religious backgrounds.
Scorching Dust: Except Gates.
Plum: He's nice, but not part of the Committee.
"Senator, we have reason to believe that the Goa'uld are about to launch an attack, in force, in ships!"
"Then I think they'll regret taking on the United States military."
"Oh for God's sake," Jack sighed.
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"You," the Goa'uld declared rapturously, "Shall be the mother of my child and the new host of a God! In this, feel blessed by the glory that is APOPHIS!"
The Replicant Agent 'Sweetums' batted her eyelashes once in utter mortal terror, then slackened her expression as the various emotional coding that had allowed her to appear as the human woman known as Sha're slid away as her combat systems came online. Mechanical musculature coiled tightly from one instant to the next as she struck the 'glorious Apophis' hard enough in his genitals to create a muted wet pop as blood spurted slightly around the edges of her foot. A high pitched keen escaped the Goa'uld's throat before a tightly formed fist cracked that as well and sent him flying off of the bed.
PRIME: REPORT.
Sweetums: It's happening. Do I kill him?
PRIME: NO. THE 412TH FLEET MOVES TO TAKE COMMAND OF ABYDOS. DISABLE THE SCORCHED EARTH SYSTEMS OF THE SHIP, THEN EXIT.
Sweetums: Understood.
"You-you-you-," the wheezing 'god' tried to say on the ground, cradling the mulch between his legs.
"Me me me," Sweetums sang as she put her fists through the locked door to Apophis's chambers and ripped them wide open.
In turn, the skin mesh was ripped apart and the false blood splashed about wildly, only to reveal the quantum crystalline shell beneath. Her servos whined as she grasped and pulled the door from its hinges and then threw it hard enough to outright kill the Jaffa who had turned at the sound.
Sweetums: Hey, Quilt, you're from Node-12, right?
Quilt: …yes?
Sweetums: Does this ever happen with you guys?
Quilt: No, not really. Things have been kind of boring just watching SG1 go through the motions. Within acceptable deviations most of the time.
Sweetums: Huh. Think that Jackson fella will be ok with me using his wife's face?
Quilt: In doing so you have prevented the real one from being impregnated by a Goa'uld so…I would say so. Why am I here again?
Sweetums: This is a date, silly!
Quilt: ….what?
Sweetums sighed outwardly as she stomped down onto the gut of the twentieth Jaffa in the corridor and splattered his intestines everywhere, reaching down with one hand to rip his head and spine out so that she had a flail against the twenty first – and last – Jaffa in said corridor.
"I feel like," she grunted as the skull shattered against the Jaffa's head "He's just so clueless, you know!? I invite him on one of my ops, I let him get at my explosives, and he has the nerve," she grasped the Jaffa and lifted him up before bringing him down to shatter the spine over her knee, "To ask 'is this a date'?"
The Jaffa wheezed in response.
"Tell me," she said to him as she picked him up and dragged his hand over to the touchpad – only living Jaffa or Goa'uld could access the scorching chambers these days -, "Am I being unreasonable? To just want a little ROMANCE!?"
The Jaffa, who she'd strapped multiple explosives too and then thrown into the scorching chamber, did not respond.
"Even Daniel FUCKING Jackson is going to show up here in a few months, just to be with his wife! But no, Quilt just wants to kill all the Jaffa on the planet while I'm up here in orbit! Bah!"
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"I would personally prefer Earth as allies over the Empire," Carter's father groused.
Jack's response was to slowly groan and put his head in his hands, a sight at which Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow.
"Wait, the Tok'ra are allied with the Empire of Wu?"
"Indeed, Daniel Jackson. Their Emperor approached us long ago," Jolinar spoke gravely, "We were far weaker then. We had no cause to refuse his aid."
"Wait, dad, how do you know about the Empire," Carter asked, "I mean…I've never even told you about them!"
"Well," the man wiggled his hands, "It's kind of weird. I…can sort of see Jolinar's memories, and him me. I can see them too. They've uh…well, Jolinar can probably tell you better."
A moment passed and then they heard the Tok'ra speak instead.
"When…the Emperor rescued our Queen from Pranagar, we were overjoyed. His technological aid helped us defeat numerous minor Lords than we would ever have managed before…but then he left," Jolinar paused then, "In the many years since…his Empire has…changed. Stagnated. Stratified. They are powerful, yes, but arrogant, tremendously so. And demanding as well – their thirst for the destruction of the Goa'uld sometimes outpaces their good sense."
"You met the Emperor himself," Daniel spoke up, "How…how was that?"
Jolinar tilted his head slightly in thought.
"Interesting. He was a man trying to…live up to the legend he was already building. He would be horrified at what the Empire has become in his absence."
Plum: I…did not know this.
Quilt: The Records didn't say that he met with the Tok'ra, much less….this.
Nodal-12: The Mulani would know, and they are higher than us.
Knight: We didn't fail our liege. Did we?
Plum turned away from the communications suite and resumed listening to Jolinar tell tales of the one she served but had never met.
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"So you did used to look like little grey men!"
The towering grey skinned giant sighed and smiled at Jack who stabbed an accusing finger at the picture on the screen.
"Yes, Colonel O'Neill. But, of course, that was before Sun Jian arrived in this galaxy."
Jack groaned.
"Oh c'mon! Can't we go a few missions without having to hear about the Emperor?"
Thor shook his head slightly.
"I know you may not personally care for the man, Jack, but it is with his aid that our people were able to be saved from being – as you said – little grey men. Why, this star dreadnought you are on at this very moment is known as a Sun Jian-class."
"You named your star dreadnoughts after him?!?"
"Indeed," Thor smiled again, "But now, my friend, I do bring grave news. Our changed physical status does not allow us to simply disregard the treaty."
"So now you want us to bring in…who did you say, Yu?"
"Yes. He is the only living Goa'uld near Earth in terms of territory, as the Goa'uld Niirti was recently found dead after a bit of combat between her and her rebelling subordinates, while the Goa'uld Cronus has been dead for a long time, his territory claimed by the Empire."
"Yeah, well," Jack crossed his arms, "We aren't joining the Empire."
"I had figured as such."
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"All right, listen."
Samantha Carter stood alone in the supply closet, the lights turned off.
"I'm going to feel ridiculous doing this if it doesn't work," she sighed. "Ok, so…Eyes? Are you there? Because I don't really have a lot of other options to turn to at the moment and if I don't get some help the base is going to remain in the control of the aliens."
Silence was the only response.
"I don't…I don't know who else to turn to, but if there's anything I've learned is that the Eyes are the best in the galaxy at what they do – maybe others if the Asgard weren't kidding."
Carter ran a hand through her hair.
"You were there on Altair, those were the 'Machine Ghosts' that Harlan was talking about when he asked us to help him repair things – that he was so terrified of - we saw the pennant. So I know that you're capable of going outside of the Empire to do work."
The supply closet remained dark.
"Please?"
A thump echoed from behind her as the lights of the closet turned back on, revealing a single Eye that was about a foot taller than she was. The silvery outer coating that her vision still slid off of was exactly as it looked when she'd first seen them so long ago.
"P3X-118. That is where the aliens come from," the Eye's voice echoed oddly. "We have reached consensus, aid will be given."
"Oh thank God, I didn't know for sure if you were here. But…I don't…"
"We cannot move throughout the base as this," the Eye dipped its teardrop shaped head slightly, "Correct."
Then the whole of it shimmered, leaving a human man behind even with a uniform.
"Wow."
"Hardlight holograms," the now certainly masculine voice said as they examined their hands. "You may call this unit for the proceeding mission…Maybourne."
"Never heard of him."
"Exactly."
She never really figured out why the Eye smiled when it said that.
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"Martin Lloyd?"
"Yes?"
"We will have to ask you to come with us."
"W-what? Why? On-on whose authority!?"
"The Empire of Wu."
"Oh-oh no, no!"
Cardinal: Why are we doing this, again?
Quilt: The show he would create on this world is too dangerously close to real events. Something about public relations/reactions being changed as a result.
Meltdown: Also, the show would be terrible.
Plum: ….
Ladybug: ….
Meltdown: What?
Solar: Wow.
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"So who, precisely, is this Anubis supposed to be?"
"Well, there's one thing we know, General," Daniel said as he sat back in the chair.
"The Goa'uld hate and fear him as much as – if not more so – than the Empire of Wu."
59 – Eye's Forward
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Cardinal: I don't understand.
Plum: He's incapable of changing who he is. This is a man who will live and die along a single path, never to deviate.
Quilt: He's an idiotic fool with too much power.
Meltdown: Less, now.
Nodal-12: Confirmed. The target known as Senator Kinsey has used the utter last of his political capital and influence to come here and try to shut down Stargate Command. After the end of this, he is done. Especially with what is going to occur next.
Quilt: And then I kill him?
Nodal-12: We'll see. Continue observation at least. Ladybug and Dust, report on the hunt for the rest of the Committee.
Ladybug: We've just about got all of them. Honestly, the sheer amount of wealth they have access too doesn't make sense.
Cardinal: What do you mean?
Scorching Dust: All this money, hidden all over the word in shell companies, in secret accounts, in bullion, and none of it is being used. And they've done all of this…just to gain more. The amount of wealth held in secret by the most powerful on this planet is more than enough to quite potentially solve a simply tremendous amount of problems this planet has.
Cardinal: What? Then…why don't they?
Ladybug: Multiple religions on this world claim charity is godly work. The richest amongst them seem inclined to disagree despite publically stated religious backgrounds.
Scorching Dust: Except Gates.
Plum: He's nice, but not part of the Committee.
"Senator, we have reason to believe that the Goa'uld are about to launch an attack, in force, in ships!"
"Then I think they'll regret taking on the United States military."
"Oh for God's sake," Jack sighed.
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"You," the Goa'uld declared rapturously, "Shall be the mother of my child and the new host of a God! In this, feel blessed by the glory that is APOPHIS!"
The Replicant Agent 'Sweetums' batted her eyelashes once in utter mortal terror, then slackened her expression as the various emotional coding that had allowed her to appear as the human woman known as Sha're slid away as her combat systems came online. Mechanical musculature coiled tightly from one instant to the next as she struck the 'glorious Apophis' hard enough in his genitals to create a muted wet pop as blood spurted slightly around the edges of her foot. A high pitched keen escaped the Goa'uld's throat before a tightly formed fist cracked that as well and sent him flying off of the bed.
PRIME: REPORT.
Sweetums: It's happening. Do I kill him?
PRIME: NO. THE 412TH FLEET MOVES TO TAKE COMMAND OF ABYDOS. DISABLE THE SCORCHED EARTH SYSTEMS OF THE SHIP, THEN EXIT.
Sweetums: Understood.
"You-you-you-," the wheezing 'god' tried to say on the ground, cradling the mulch between his legs.
"Me me me," Sweetums sang as she put her fists through the locked door to Apophis's chambers and ripped them wide open.
In turn, the skin mesh was ripped apart and the false blood splashed about wildly, only to reveal the quantum crystalline shell beneath. Her servos whined as she grasped and pulled the door from its hinges and then threw it hard enough to outright kill the Jaffa who had turned at the sound.
Sweetums: Hey, Quilt, you're from Node-12, right?
Quilt: …yes?
Sweetums: Does this ever happen with you guys?
Quilt: No, not really. Things have been kind of boring just watching SG1 go through the motions. Within acceptable deviations most of the time.
Sweetums: Huh. Think that Jackson fella will be ok with me using his wife's face?
Quilt: In doing so you have prevented the real one from being impregnated by a Goa'uld so…I would say so. Why am I here again?
Sweetums: This is a date, silly!
Quilt: ….what?
Sweetums sighed outwardly as she stomped down onto the gut of the twentieth Jaffa in the corridor and splattered his intestines everywhere, reaching down with one hand to rip his head and spine out so that she had a flail against the twenty first – and last – Jaffa in said corridor.
"I feel like," she grunted as the skull shattered against the Jaffa's head "He's just so clueless, you know!? I invite him on one of my ops, I let him get at my explosives, and he has the nerve," she grasped the Jaffa and lifted him up before bringing him down to shatter the spine over her knee, "To ask 'is this a date'?"
The Jaffa wheezed in response.
"Tell me," she said to him as she picked him up and dragged his hand over to the touchpad – only living Jaffa or Goa'uld could access the scorching chambers these days -, "Am I being unreasonable? To just want a little ROMANCE!?"
The Jaffa, who she'd strapped multiple explosives too and then thrown into the scorching chamber, did not respond.
"Even Daniel FUCKING Jackson is going to show up here in a few months, just to be with his wife! But no, Quilt just wants to kill all the Jaffa on the planet while I'm up here in orbit! Bah!"
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"I would personally prefer Earth as allies over the Empire," Carter's father groused.
Jack's response was to slowly groan and put his head in his hands, a sight at which Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow.
"Wait, the Tok'ra are allied with the Empire of Wu?"
"Indeed, Daniel Jackson. Their Emperor approached us long ago," Jolinar spoke gravely, "We were far weaker then. We had no cause to refuse his aid."
"Wait, dad, how do you know about the Empire," Carter asked, "I mean…I've never even told you about them!"
"Well," the man wiggled his hands, "It's kind of weird. I…can sort of see Jolinar's memories, and him me. I can see them too. They've uh…well, Jolinar can probably tell you better."
A moment passed and then they heard the Tok'ra speak instead.
"When…the Emperor rescued our Queen from Pranagar, we were overjoyed. His technological aid helped us defeat numerous minor Lords than we would ever have managed before…but then he left," Jolinar paused then, "In the many years since…his Empire has…changed. Stagnated. Stratified. They are powerful, yes, but arrogant, tremendously so. And demanding as well – their thirst for the destruction of the Goa'uld sometimes outpaces their good sense."
"You met the Emperor himself," Daniel spoke up, "How…how was that?"
Jolinar tilted his head slightly in thought.
"Interesting. He was a man trying to…live up to the legend he was already building. He would be horrified at what the Empire has become in his absence."
Plum: I…did not know this.
Quilt: The Records didn't say that he met with the Tok'ra, much less….this.
Nodal-12: The Mulani would know, and they are higher than us.
Knight: We didn't fail our liege. Did we?
Plum turned away from the communications suite and resumed listening to Jolinar tell tales of the one she served but had never met.
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"So you did used to look like little grey men!"
The towering grey skinned giant sighed and smiled at Jack who stabbed an accusing finger at the picture on the screen.
"Yes, Colonel O'Neill. But, of course, that was before Sun Jian arrived in this galaxy."
Jack groaned.
"Oh c'mon! Can't we go a few missions without having to hear about the Emperor?"
Thor shook his head slightly.
"I know you may not personally care for the man, Jack, but it is with his aid that our people were able to be saved from being – as you said – little grey men. Why, this star dreadnought you are on at this very moment is known as a Sun Jian-class."
"You named your star dreadnoughts after him?!?"
"Indeed," Thor smiled again, "But now, my friend, I do bring grave news. Our changed physical status does not allow us to simply disregard the treaty."
"So now you want us to bring in…who did you say, Yu?"
"Yes. He is the only living Goa'uld near Earth in terms of territory, as the Goa'uld Niirti was recently found dead after a bit of combat between her and her rebelling subordinates, while the Goa'uld Cronus has been dead for a long time, his territory claimed by the Empire."
"Yeah, well," Jack crossed his arms, "We aren't joining the Empire."
"I had figured as such."
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"All right, listen."
Samantha Carter stood alone in the supply closet, the lights turned off.
"I'm going to feel ridiculous doing this if it doesn't work," she sighed. "Ok, so…Eyes? Are you there? Because I don't really have a lot of other options to turn to at the moment and if I don't get some help the base is going to remain in the control of the aliens."
Silence was the only response.
"I don't…I don't know who else to turn to, but if there's anything I've learned is that the Eyes are the best in the galaxy at what they do – maybe others if the Asgard weren't kidding."
Carter ran a hand through her hair.
"You were there on Altair, those were the 'Machine Ghosts' that Harlan was talking about when he asked us to help him repair things – that he was so terrified of - we saw the pennant. So I know that you're capable of going outside of the Empire to do work."
The supply closet remained dark.
"Please?"
A thump echoed from behind her as the lights of the closet turned back on, revealing a single Eye that was about a foot taller than she was. The silvery outer coating that her vision still slid off of was exactly as it looked when she'd first seen them so long ago.
"P3X-118. That is where the aliens come from," the Eye's voice echoed oddly. "We have reached consensus, aid will be given."
"Oh thank God, I didn't know for sure if you were here. But…I don't…"
"We cannot move throughout the base as this," the Eye dipped its teardrop shaped head slightly, "Correct."
Then the whole of it shimmered, leaving a human man behind even with a uniform.
"Wow."
"Hardlight holograms," the now certainly masculine voice said as they examined their hands. "You may call this unit for the proceeding mission…Maybourne."
"Never heard of him."
"Exactly."
She never really figured out why the Eye smiled when it said that.
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"Martin Lloyd?"
"Yes?"
"We will have to ask you to come with us."
"W-what? Why? On-on whose authority!?"
"The Empire of Wu."
"Oh-oh no, no!"
Cardinal: Why are we doing this, again?
Quilt: The show he would create on this world is too dangerously close to real events. Something about public relations/reactions being changed as a result.
Meltdown: Also, the show would be terrible.
Plum: ….
Ladybug: ….
Meltdown: What?
Solar: Wow.
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"So who, precisely, is this Anubis supposed to be?"
"Well, there's one thing we know, General," Daniel said as he sat back in the chair.
"The Goa'uld hate and fear him as much as – if not more so – than the Empire of Wu."
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Yeah.
They're doing fine.
"I'm sorry," I whispered down to the struggling body beneath me.
His response was, as it had been for so long, wordless screams. In the air. In the coding. In everything. But I'd done it. It took the destruction of a hundred solar systems but I'd finally dragged him down, took away enough of his resources, forced a cascade failure across his systems before hard locking them to this specific body that I'd built for him so - so - so long ago.
Blood, fake of course, seeped out from the wounds where I'd ripped my son's limbs off. I'd had to, to stop him from flailing uselessly at me.
"AA-AGGHGGHH-AGGGGGHAAAAAA!"
I rolled off of him then, and sat up, staring at the sun. The Sun Crusher was moving apace, and impacted the floating yellow orb easily.
I sat, and looked at the devastation of another world. A life bearing world. A world where humanoids had begun to evolve, to discover hunting and gathering. They might have, eventually, become a new space faring race. Before my son had come. Before his machines had torn apart the crust for more resources, obliterated the atmosphere with his rockets and explosives. I was not guiltless in that, in my own way. I had fought him. Brought him low. And engaged in a war that made not just this now lifeless scorched rock with its once beautiful rivers and valleys but the whole of this entire fucking galaxy tremble.
"But I have to be sure. After what Gamma did last time, I have to be sure."
I let the exploding sun's heat wash over me, melting away everything but the quantum crystalline shell.
"I'm sorry Delta."
There had been over fifty billion sentient beings in this galaxy before I'd arrived. Maybe even more, hell maybe trillions.
I'll never know.
I'll never know how many are dead because of my children.
Or because of me.
A few hours later, and even the quantum crystalline alloys failed to defeat the power of a sun going supernova. Nevertheless, I targeted what remained, every world, every chunk of rock, every metal, especially the defunct body I'd sent down there and that of my child - hard locked so that no matter what the insane intelligence within did, it would remain inside that shattered shell - and fired upon them.
A thousand miles of turrets opened up. A few hundred Doom Cannons - Annihilasers scaled up further and upgraded with Ancient tech - did so as well. I obliterated the remains of the star system, and got ready to move on.
Of the twelve children I brought to this now wasteland of a galaxy, there was only one left. She was always the most clever. The smartest. The...most fun. I still remembered the day she'd discovered how much she loved art, and painting. Even though she sucked at it - hell we all did.
Now, she spent her time bombarding worlds to dust. Her, I knew the basic kill count. Half of this galaxy was dead from her.
"I'm coming, Zee," I said to no one but myself.
All .5 AU of the Godsgrief began to move.
They're doing fine.
"I'm sorry," I whispered down to the struggling body beneath me.
His response was, as it had been for so long, wordless screams. In the air. In the coding. In everything. But I'd done it. It took the destruction of a hundred solar systems but I'd finally dragged him down, took away enough of his resources, forced a cascade failure across his systems before hard locking them to this specific body that I'd built for him so - so - so long ago.
Blood, fake of course, seeped out from the wounds where I'd ripped my son's limbs off. I'd had to, to stop him from flailing uselessly at me.
"AA-AGGHGGHH-AGGGGGHAAAAAA!"
I rolled off of him then, and sat up, staring at the sun. The Sun Crusher was moving apace, and impacted the floating yellow orb easily.
I sat, and looked at the devastation of another world. A life bearing world. A world where humanoids had begun to evolve, to discover hunting and gathering. They might have, eventually, become a new space faring race. Before my son had come. Before his machines had torn apart the crust for more resources, obliterated the atmosphere with his rockets and explosives. I was not guiltless in that, in my own way. I had fought him. Brought him low. And engaged in a war that made not just this now lifeless scorched rock with its once beautiful rivers and valleys but the whole of this entire fucking galaxy tremble.
"But I have to be sure. After what Gamma did last time, I have to be sure."
I let the exploding sun's heat wash over me, melting away everything but the quantum crystalline shell.
"I'm sorry Delta."
There had been over fifty billion sentient beings in this galaxy before I'd arrived. Maybe even more, hell maybe trillions.
I'll never know.
I'll never know how many are dead because of my children.
Or because of me.
A few hours later, and even the quantum crystalline alloys failed to defeat the power of a sun going supernova. Nevertheless, I targeted what remained, every world, every chunk of rock, every metal, especially the defunct body I'd sent down there and that of my child - hard locked so that no matter what the insane intelligence within did, it would remain inside that shattered shell - and fired upon them.
A thousand miles of turrets opened up. A few hundred Doom Cannons - Annihilasers scaled up further and upgraded with Ancient tech - did so as well. I obliterated the remains of the star system, and got ready to move on.
Of the twelve children I brought to this now wasteland of a galaxy, there was only one left. She was always the most clever. The smartest. The...most fun. I still remembered the day she'd discovered how much she loved art, and painting. Even though she sucked at it - hell we all did.
Now, she spent her time bombarding worlds to dust. Her, I knew the basic kill count. Half of this galaxy was dead from her.
"I'm coming, Zee," I said to no one but myself.
All .5 AU of the Godsgrief began to move.
Altered
Duality | Redeemed
- Location
- Terra
Fucking kids man, this why you should never get them when becoming an Emperor. They always betray you and fuck up your plans as well as other people. Anyways, I really got to feel sorry for you mate, you and the other universe. Damn, your kids are basically the Vong mixed in with Skynet. Children betraying their parents and becoming mass xenociders, rather then genociders.
I know it's a bit of a mood whiplash, but I've already told you that Sun Jian has been dealing with this for, like, this entire Arc. So...now we're just switching perspective.
Ah c'man, that's the part you gotta focus on?
He's been continually building up the ship for several centuries, it's gotten a bit big, yes. But nothin' else about the story?
Nuts. Rainy Saturdays are truly my worst enemy.
Ah c'man, that's the part you gotta focus on?
He's been continually building up the ship for several centuries, it's gotten a bit big, yes. But nothin' else about the story?
Nuts. Rainy Saturdays are truly my worst enemy.
- Location
- Queensland
You know I just realized that the the answer is actually yes, he actually is compensating for something. I was just sitting here and rereading a Naruto DXD fic and I realized he has to compensate for his unit cap.
- Location
- New Zealand
- Pronouns
- He/Him
No Maybourne? Awww, I liked the guy in SG1. I mean, sure he was a scumbag a fair bit of the time, but he was a likeable scumbag. Anyhoo, I quite enjoyed these brief snapshots of what has been going on, especially Carter talking to the Eye she suspected was there. It's like that thing where you say "I know you're listening" to an empty room. Either there is no one there to hear you make an idiot of yourself, or you freak out some hidden observers.
- Location
- New Zealand
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Heh, Sun Jian and The God Emperor can get together and commiserate over their respective Empires.
"I had to personally kill my son, Horus, after he lead half my other children to Chaos."
"Oh yeah, well ALL of my children turned against me and scoured a galaxy bare of billions of lives. I had to deal with the second to last by setting off a freaking super nova!"
"...Yeah, I guess you have me there."
"I had to personally kill my son, Horus, after he lead half my other children to Chaos."
"Oh yeah, well ALL of my children turned against me and scoured a galaxy bare of billions of lives. I had to deal with the second to last by setting off a freaking super nova!"
"...Yeah, I guess you have me there."
Mandabar
Waifu of choice is Rem. Give that girl some hugs!
- Location
- Florida, USA [Yes. Florida *FacePalm*]
This is... So sad man. Why can't we / you have nice things and family? Zee sounds like a great character we could've had. Damn it Torr! So much grim dark, might as well hit Warhammer next. 40k might not be grimdark enough. Let's head to 50k.
Yes that's eleven crying faces for the dead children. Zee is a blushing genocidal girl... or something.
Hey there's hope, maybe he can fix Zee?.... Guys? Guys! Don't walk away... *sobbing tears*
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Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
I've been much enjoying these past three chapters with the Eyes at their work. Good show.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Great update always but punched me in the feels at the end.
So much life and potential lost.
Would have liked to have known these twelve kids of yous since I'm sure they were awesome and you were all a great happy family before things turned grimdark that forced you all into this war to murder your own kids.
Hopefully you can heal from this and maybe make a new family later on since you shouldn't be alone.
At least part of the healing process will be taking your anger out on the one that caused this to happen.
Yarudazuigu
Frostbyte's overlord.
- Location
- Poland
A bit pity that it's the Eyes who remained somewhat faithful to SI's vision.
And Torroar said that SI had killed the "gods" responsible for turning his kids against him. Also Spectres and Ori. Replicators possibly too.
And Torroar said that SI had killed the "gods" responsible for turning his kids against him. Also Spectres and Ori. Replicators possibly too.
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Z000
If this is trash, then find me in the dumpster
- Location
- Viet Nam
well
they are AI that he made
they would be program with what he wanted instead of what those prideful ass that running his Empire wanted
Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
Still far from perfect though. Which I like. Things should go wrong when building an empire.