It can happen. Having an empire slowly gathering strength in a relatively forgotten part of the galaxy(big freaking galaxy) while you have this Earth kingdom for fun and giggles and "Emperor in training" style.
Just make sure to find a descendant of Lanteans or Ancients so you have a host with the Ancient gene needed to pilot and use Ancient devices.
Another thing that I never see is an Ancient or old Goauld SI that mutates a human population into a new race like Jaffa. Both races are capable of it and it would be funny to see how Earths forces and Goauld empire would deal with an Elven or Dwarf empire as old or a little older than humans.
Why? for science and because you are a God(goauld) and what is a god without having created its own race?
To the First its easy and there are two options
1) wait till a human activates one like O'Neill
2) actively hunt for one with a special fancy gizmo that the active hypocritical non-Interfering ascended parties left around
2a) Build your own version and be warned the ghostly hypocrites may mess with you
The Second would be fun, just got to find an Ancient gene-modifier and a host/aide that has the ATA-gene that we found using the first half, or bargain for the usage of Dakara, where the first Jaffa was made.
That or wait for the second verse in use to be revealed then use something from it.
Personally I think things like invisible and colored text are a crutch to avoid writing better. Your story isn't better for it and you're handicapping your ability to transfer your story to different mediums. It also ruins peoples page styles who view the site with anything other than the default color scheme.
That being said, I too have a soft spot for goa'uld SI stories and I hope this one gets passed the 100k mark eventually.
Personally I think things like invisible and colored text are a crutch to avoid writing better. Your story isn't better for it and you're handicapping your ability to transfer your story to different mediums.
That being said, I too have a soft spot for goa'uld SI stories and I hope this one gets passed the 100k mark eventually.
I've already resolved to ignore the Invsi text issue
but as of right now ignoring author notes, I've posted 4,436 words.
4436 words, and this is only the 500+ word prologue and two chapters, I've got at least 3-4x in the wings waiting on one of my friends to edit, before I try out Grammarly
Same here. Even more when they do their own thing and the story doesn't turn into a SGC fanboying Goauld. Nothing worse than reading and SI that is a hardcore fanboy of SGC that turns the spends the rest of the story as the fifth or sixth member of the team, because reasons.
Also if your SI retains perfect knowledge of the show and had seen ALL of it then using the Ascended killing machine would save you the trouble of nosy meddling ascended jackasses.
Same here. Even more when they do their own thing and the story doesn't turn into a SGC fanboying Goauld. Nothing worse than reading and SI that is a hardcore fanboy of SGC that turns the spends the rest of the story as the fifth or sixth member of the team, because reasons.
Also if your SI retains perfect knowledge of the show and had seen ALL of it then using the Ascended killing machine would save you the trouble of nosy meddling ascended jackasses.
Agree to the first part, but in regards to the second, its more of I was a major fan of SG1 and SGA, debating on SGU, will involve the Destiny though when I get there.
My Memory right now is not the best in RL, but the show has proven that while the genetic memory works like a computer, bits that aren't used as much get dumped in the wayside, just like your browser history, there is a point when your searches don't turn up anything and you got to slog through your favorites/saves for what you want.
My memory is even worse for the Second one, as I only watched it 2-3 times, and read the comics while in HS two yrs ago, so besides some skimming episodes between the 2 and pounding the wikis, I'm mostly developing my own thing.
And, no I will not get be a fanboy SG-1 member, as the second verse kills most of those off quick. Hell it even kills the MC of the show like 3 times, and everyone's died at least once.
Agree to the first part, but in regards to the second, its more of I was a major fan of SG1 and SGA, debating on SGU, will involve the Destiny though when I get there.
My Memory right now is not the best in RL, but the show has proven that while the genetic memory works like a computer, bits that aren't used as much get dumped in the wayside, just like your browser history, there is a point when your searches don't turn up anything and you got to slog through your favorites/saves for what you want.
My memory is even worse for the Second one, as I only watched it 2-3 times, and read the comics while in HS two yrs ago, so besides some skimming episodes between the 2 and pounding the wikis, I'm mostly developing my own thing.
And, no I will not get be a fanboy SG-1 member, as the second verse kills most of those off quick. Hell it even kills the MC of the show like 3 times, and everyone's died at least once.
That's my take on it at least, how else do you explain all of the System Lords who have been to Earth not remembering the address, or that they were there when it all went to shit.
Going to use that in the FAQ under goa'uld memory if that's okay?
You at least have a leg up on the other goa'uld by knowing about the ancient gene and how to test for it using a chair.
If you can find them then you have enough time to get at least 250 generations of worthwhile selective human breeding. Who needs direct genetic manipulation when you have eugenics? Who knows you might even get lucky and breed a viable hok'tar bloodline.
You at least have a leg up on the other goa'uld by knowing about the ancient gene and how to test for it using a chair.
If you can find them then you have enough time to get at least 250 generations of worthwhile selective human breeding. Who needs direct genetic manipulation when you have eugenics? Who knows you might even get lucky and breed a viable hok'tar bloodline.
My eyes flashed as I turned to her "I do not care so long as you bring it quickly, observe my habits Girl and adapt to them if you wish to survive in this Game of Gods" I wish there was some device that would make it both easier to punish my slave without the need to lay hands and to inspire devotion at the same time.
An idea came to me as I turned to observe the room and noticed a dismantled Zat weapon and one of Ra's garish portraits in the wall along side his 'sun' disk. I went over to the holographic interface and began to work as my lo'taur scurried from the room to fetch me my refreshments. I glared at her back as she left with a strange feeling of empathy for we were both slaves.
As quick as it came, raw hatred burned it away as I set to work on the interface and began to design my first creation as tribute to please Ra.
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**Mid March 3500 BC - Day 2 of life
My plan basically boiled down to find a small enough anti-grav unit, or make one myself and strap 2 Zat guns to it, and a glow engine, and cover the whole thing in gold after adding an interface for a Kara kesh to control it. Huh, that might require a larger Kara kesh design, which I'll keep to myself or a cheap neural interface band that's made of gold.
God what is with everyone and their gold fetish, or was it just Ra and then he infected everyone?
One of the first things that I did was to ascertain the date, because I had a weird vibe that the Goa'uld were not going to hang onto this world for long. The people are too bull-headed for the heavy hand of the Goa'uld to last long. Afterall, even a hound understands and will turn on its master if all it is given is the stick, and not the meat.
I had a feeling that we would only be able to hold onto the world for a grand total of roughly five millennia. And, I know from the archives that we have ruled for roughly four and a half of that five, so the clock is ticking.
I also know that Egeria, Ra's currently most-prized queen, out of his collection, is a traitor. But, should I mention it? Nah, for I have nothing but a vague feeling of disquiet when I passed her after my naming ceremony that was yesterday. Besides there is still time before I should begin to worry. I have to focus on getting this shiny abomination done.
I should talk to Mother, and Uncle-Yu at some point to learn what my namesake is, so I can design around it.
Just as I was ruminating on potential meanings a soft chime rang through the lab. It took me an hour and a half to teach the stupid girl how to use that to get my attention instead of speaking.
Turning to her I called out "What? What, is it girl? I know you can see I am busy with designing my tribute for my ascension."
"Master. There is a servant that bears the mark of Ra, sent to fetch you for your brother's naming ceremony. He says that the oldest must be present for the ceremony to begin at noon."
"Tell them I know the way and will be there well before it begins. Now, leave us for an urn-cycle (roughly an hour using water clocks)"
Turning back to my work I began to contemplate whether or not my new sibling will be a rival that I have to end or just one that I can easily ignore. By the time that it came to leave, I was still largely undecided on the matter.
Walking out from my lab I noted that while I was on the eighth floor of the lab wing out of nine, I did notice walking out that the Lab Wing that the open eight floors would be able to house a total of around 160 scientists with an extra two-three assistants for each of them, I knew that the ninth and the possibly lower levels if they exist would house Ra's personal Scientists and stockpile that he was hoarding seperate from the rest of us.
With my still un-named lo'taur following me with a gourd of wine I made my way unimpeded for the forty minute long walk across the palace grounds to the Temple of Ascension, where today's events would be held.
Upon arrival I noted that the crowd was even larger than my Naming, and that rankled me, for it would mean that I could not kill my sibling should their domains clash with mine. As I neared many of the Scholar class noticed me and as such drew the attention of the underlords. As some greeted me, more turned and ignored me as they prepared for the festivities that were to come.
I had more pressing matters to ponder than the lack of grace given to me. For I needed my project to finish on time, and be suitably impressive, without being so impressive that I become a caged scientist. I also decided that I would need a queen, or at least the services of one if I was to last for any reasonable period of time.
Maybe if I get lucky one of my sisters would be a queen and I can snag them for myself, if what I believe will happen does. It will be interesting either way.
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As Ra stepped forward to address the crowd, a palpable hush fell. "Today we are gathered here for the Naming of the second born of the Risen Host. Bring in the host and gifts."
Gifts, since when are there gifts for a Naming ceremony, and if the second gets them, then why did I not. Hate burned within me anew with these transgressions.
As a younger priest came in, instead of the elder who presided over mine, I saw a giant of a black youth with milky eyes come in to the ceremonial circle.
As the priest began the ceremony I found myself drifting off, as there was nothing to hold my attention.
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Coming back to attention as I heard Ra resume his part of the ceremony.
"Rise, Heimdall."
That name almost gave me a heart-attack, as it was that of one of the Asgard. Did, my fool of a father think that the grey imps would let that sit for long once they discovered him. But, the implications to me were more worrisome, as he was the gatekeeper. I'll have to pay extra close attention to this one.
"Rise my son." Ra repeated as a soft-spoken command.
As he was aided off the ground I, turned my attention to observe that only Ra and Hathor were in the section often called the donor's corner. So Ra is trying to pass off Heru'ur's younger sibling as a Risen Host spawn is he? Well, we'll see about that, though it does explain the higher turnout today, than for mine.
"I am pleased to look upon you, great father and mother." He spoke in the gravelly voice of a man leaving puberty, and I hated it immediately. I hated my father more though for forcing me into such a weak child's body. And I hated my brother for being given a powerful host.
Turning once more to behold the shiny sparkly abomination that was my father.
Ra once more began to speak, proclaiming with a twitching brow "You are Heimdall. God of Sight, and Gatekeeper of the Bridge-unto-Heaven."
Here is where Hathor took over, with Ra's pleasant grace "You were born to enforce the will of Heaven, we the System Lords."
Icy dread spread through me as, my named rival was presented. He was to be my jailor, and even if my tribute succeeded, so long as he dared to draw breath I would be a prisoner.
As one the duo spoke and proclaimed, "All of Tau'ri, all of Heaven there is a new god born this day. Let it be known that this day the Second of the Risen Host has ascended to the ranks of the gods."
He bowed low, and said in a resonant voice "I live to enforce the will of the Gods, my father."
"Good, your temporary chambers in my palace are complete." Ra beckoned him to follow as he turned around from the balcony, overlooking the Nile river. "I look forward to what you will accomplish by this time next year." Or else was left unsaid, for it was well known that all the Tau'ri born and ascended had to prepare some useful trinket or breed within a year from the full supplies if they wished to have their own holdings, or to not be marked rogue should they leave.
As he led him deeper into the garish golden walled palace. I turned to my uncle Lord Yu to learn about the Sun Crow for who I had been named.
**Late March 3500 BC - Day 6 of life
It would seem that I was right about Heimdall's Naming ceremony being political in its turnout.
There was no major business this day though Heimdall has proven that his seemingly blind eyes are functional. Though our newest brother seemed to go beserk as soon as he took his host and so had to be put down.
It was apparent that each of the symbiotes that were a part of the Risen Host had some genetic tweaks that were done to them. As the one from this morning had been covered in a thick scaly hide, almost like one of those pangolins decided to become a snake.
I had used a gene scanner on myself to see what changes from baseline were made to me, and the only thing I could see besides almost triple the upper range of nerve fibers, and the such, was a higher presence of naquadah in my blood. It was almost like it was trying to form nodes of it along both my host's and my own nervous system.
**Late March 3500 BC - Day 11 of life
I have learned from Uncle Yu, as he wished to be called, and my Queen Mother Amaterasu what my name means in the legends.
Sources: Various myth books, and wikias
Lord Yu / China Myths
The most popular depiction and myth of a sanzuwu, three-legged crow, is that of a sun crow called the Yangwu (Chinese: 陽烏; pinyin: yángwū) or more commonly referred to as a Jīnwū (Chinese: 金烏; pinyin: jīnwū) or "golden crow". Even though it has often been described as a crow or raven, it is usually colored red instead of the traditional black.
According to chinese folklore, there were originally ten sun crows who had settled inside of 10 separate suns. They perched on a red mulberry tree called the Fusang (Chinese: 扶桑; pinyin: fúsāng), which literally meant "the leaning mulberry tree", in the East at the foot of the Valley of the Sun. This mulberry tree was said to have many mouths (nests) opening from its branches. Each day one of the sun crows would be roused to travel around the world pulling a carriage, driven by Xihe the 'mother' of the suns. As soon as one sun crow returned, another one would then set forth in its journey crossing the sky.
According to Shanhaijing, the sun crows loved eating two sorts of mythical grasses that were for immortals, one called the Diri (Chinese: 地日; pinyin: dìrì), or "ground sun", and the other the Chunsheng (Chinese: 春生; pinyin: chūnshēng), or "spring grow". The sun crows would often descend from heaven onto the earth and feast on these grasses, leaving none behind, but Xihe did not like this thus she covered their eyes to prevent them from doing so.
Folklore also held that at around 2170 BC, all ten sun crows came out on the same day after growing bored of the routine, thus causing the world to burn. Di Jun sent for Houyi, the celestial archer, to frighten them, only for him to become enraged at the fate of the land and began shooting down the sun crows. Only the last one was saved by the Emperor, and so frightened of Houyi, the sun crow began to rise and set on time, to avoid being shot down from the heavens. Such an act save humanity, but made many enemies amongst the heavens for Houyi.
Amaterasu / Japanese Myths
In Japan, this flying creature is a raven or a jungle crow called Yatagarasu (八咫烏?, "eight-span crow") and the appearance of the great bird is oas evidence of the will of Heaven or divine intervention in human affairs.
Although Yatagarasu is mentioned in a number of places in Shintō, the depictions are primarily seen on Edo wood art, dating back to the early 1800s wood-art era. Although not as celebrated today, the crow is a mark of rebirth and rejuvenation; the animal that has historically cleaned up after great battles symbolized the renaissance after such tragedy.
Yatagarasu as a crow-god is a symbol specifically of guidance. This great crow was sent from heaven as a guide for Emperor Jimmu on his initial journey from the region which would become Kumano to what would become Yamato, (Yoshino and then Kashihara). It is generally accepted that Yatagarasu is an incarnation of Taketsunimi no mikoto, but none of the early surviving documentary records are quite so specific.
My sister died today, as she was bit in half for being too slow to possess her host. Her form was shorter and fatter than was normal for our kind. It was a pity though that her host had died also. The only other thing of note was a pair of Jaffa testing a prototype had crashed in one of the neighboring villages, apparently causing someone to burst into flame after being exposed to the sun.
Lightly Paraphrased and copied from JakeCrown's The Wicked Rise of The Weird God. Being ReWritten.
Well This one came in early, and my edit guy is now out of WiFI connections, so there will be a 1-2 day pause before Chapter 5 is released, so Wednesday or Thursday is the next release.
The day so far has been weird for me. This morning I saw my younger sister gain a host, and be named a Warrior Goddess. And, let me tell you she certainly looked the part before she entered the host. Her form had a wicked bone like spike at the tip of her tail and had at least 5 spines that are non-standard.
More importantly I've decided to name my Lo'taur Elysia, struck by lightning, after I bungled one of my tests and she was zapped on her neck and chest. I do not think I have described her, while she was tall and waifish, she had rich dark hair, and emerald orbs. After though she is still tall, she just has hair white as snow, and twin amethyst eyes now.
(Claymore Teresa by gooloo0-o on Deviant art)
Just add purple eyes and you have Elysia
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Elysia's scar
(Lightning mark by eleth89 on Deviantart)
The bad part is that it was a liquid naquadah capsule that was flash-fried, so the scarring has minute traces of naquadah, and the sarcophagus has imprinted the mark into her flesh permanently.
The upside though is that she can use goa'uld tech now, and so I've recently started teaching her how to be both an effective laboratory assistant, and a semi-decent informant.
She told me about how, two young Jaffa were testing one of the older Naming tributes that were being built and how they had knocked over a hut, only for one of the inhabitants to burst into flame once they were exposed to the sun. I had asked her to find out more a few days ago, and now she has returned to give me a report.
"Master, the humans that burned in the sun, left nothing but dust behind. I did talk to an old man who freaked until I followed him into a large circle of salt in a brightly lit field, in the distance. There he told me a fable of how before the star gods came, blood gods ruled his village and many like them."
"Blood gods? Tell me, did he show proof, or is this mere fancy?"
"He says they are real. The blood gods were human, before they ascended. After ascending they could not survive the sun, and wood would penetrate the chest easily. He spoke of how each one would partake of blood once a week and how that was the minimum that they needed. He talked of how the older they are the more monstrous, till eventually they lose the ability to become human once more, though by that time, almost all have lost their vulnerability to the sun."
"And, just how does he know all of this?"
"He said that when he was two and twenty that a girl came to his village on the frontier and saved them from a trio of such blood gods. Though the man that was accompanying her said that the were not gods but rather vampires, a form of demon possessing the corpse of a human."
"Demons? Really, Elysia do you expect me to believe that. I think not, it's obviously a case of lies or hallucination mixed with tribal superstition."
"Master, he says that if you meet with him the day before the full moon he can arrange a meeting with the monster slayer."
"Fine, arrange it. But, tell him this: If this is a trick to assassinate my person, I will render bloody vengeance upon the village that you came from, and the one we meet at."
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**April 18th, 3500 BC - 30th day of life
Today I learned something important of my youngest two sisters. Anat, the Warrior Goddess, and Ceres, a goddess of agriculture, the youngest of the Risen Host. Both of them are queens, though Anat seems to be a little blood thirsty and much too violent for my tastes. Maybe I can get Ceres to become my Queen, so I can readily support a population of jaffa.
So to recap out of the 19 Risen Host, 3 are dead, and 2 are queens, and most of us have taken male hosts, so there is a bit of competition.
Anat's symbiote body while thin has spines on it, which I have verified that each of her five spines have a different toxin, and they are slowly killing her host, so she can even with the sarcophagus, which I've decided is the Goa'uld's source of megalomania, only keep a host for at most a few centuries before she needs a new one.
Ceres's Symbiote body though is smooth, and pink, and seems to boast solitary healing enzymes. Her ability is so strong that, she could keep her host alive and strong for almost a millennia, before she would need a sarcophagus boost every millennia since. Which is ridiculous as most of us need to use it every other century to rejuvenate the host body. Even more so, She could regenerate a limb should it be lost over a year or two. Just what did Nirrti put into Ceres's growth tank?
Though her spawn will not have nearly as extreme of a healing factor, they will have an above average boosted one.
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As the warning chime rings from Elysia's wrist band I begin to put my work away. After that is done I turn to her and acknowledge her presence.
"Master, the meeting that you had asked for me to arrange a while ago has been approved by the girl's council and will be held in three days. The day prior to the full moon has also already been cleared on your schedule."
"Very well then. We shall see what the natives mean by demons and vampires. Afterall, I am certain that there is a logical and scientific explanation such as too much magnesium on the body, and some sort of water reaction to explain the burning in the sun, and not demons. I have been telling you after Naming you that there is no magic, only cold hard science to rule nature."
Would not the spirit or whatever the girls got possessed by actually kill the Goauld?
Another thing he could recreate the Slayer creation thing but for males now. Having an opposite force of truly loyal warriors for him would be invaluable.
After checking source material the choice of having a Slayer be a woman was simply for having young men watch the show and apparently the writer likes strong women.
The shadow demon would not care and the ritual to bind it would not discriminate.
Nah, Way I see it is the spirit what ever it is can only stay in stasis for so long, it is semi-canon as I remember one of the Japanese ones getting turned into a 'Slaypire' and there was a two year record in the Slayer Records, that record the spirit. However the Slaypire actually lived for almost five years after being turned if I can remember correctly.
It is canon though, for a fact that the First Slayer, who was more demon than girl was created in about 50,000 BC or Almost 70,000 years before Buffy gets activated. Buffy was 15 and was called to be a slayer in 1996, the same year that SG went to Abydos and killed Ra.
Me and My Friends were split pretty evenly between SG and BtVS, I was and still am SG myself, so I've been playing catch-up with the BtVS series, and the expanded universe.
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in other news my editor is safe and chapter 5 is safely with me, so posting in about an hour
I don't think so? Probably not. Buffy was possessed by that ghost in her high-school once and her slayer spirit didn't seem to care. Slayer spirit might try something if you induce excessive emotional distress in the host. I presume that as long as a goa'uld made the host sleep all the time rather than letting them wake up there wouldn't be a problem.
"Very well then. We shall see what the natives mean by demons and vampires. Afterall, I am certain that there is a logical and scientific explanation such as too much magnesium on the body, and some sort of water reaction to explain the burning in the sun, and not demons. I have been telling you after Naming you that there is no magic, only cold hard science to rule nature."
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**April 20th, 3500 BC, Morning - Day 32 of life
As the hour of the meeting approached I began to experience the all too human feeling of nervousness. After all I am leaving the Palace for the first time, a place where violence is virtually nonexistent. As much as I hate Ra, he does run a tight ha'tak with a grasp on almost everything, and he says that violence in the Palace could force a different party's hand, though he has never said which faction that would be.
My thoughts were a storm with possibilities that this meeting could be about. The most popular was that this would be an assassination attempt that my lo'taur has arranged. But, that rang falsely to me as I am still teaching her, which following proper protocols, would mean that once I taught her all I could she would either attempt an escape or an assassination herself, while I slept. Or, most uncommonly she would actually prove to be loyal still and become a true lo'taur.
The second most popular, and the most plausible opinion was that the whole thing was an elaborate hoax that fed off of the odd rumor or two, and I would be wasting a day doing this.
The final option, and the most disquieting was that this was actually real, and Magic and Demons truly existed in this world. While the least plausible, and almost impossible it can't be overlooked. For if it's true, then it opens a whole new avenue of exploration, and exploitation for me to claim as my own.
There was an old rumor of some tribal shaman that lived for over a century and a half, that was known, though he then left the area around three hundred years after Ra landed. The social level on this world rarely allows for survival past 40, with the average being 30 for males and 34 for females {1}. If that is to be believed, and there is a form of magic, and not a special selection of herbal mixes, then I must have it.
Still, magic as reality is too conflicting with my world view. It had to be psionics, that which made the hok'tar so valued.
Out of all the hundred or so races that we, the Goa'uld have discovered via gate exploration, 4 with the possibility of those pacifistic Nox, have been psionics. While a hok'tar is the most desirable of hosts, they are also the hardest to possess, with low success rates, and even the possibility of corruption, as Anubis had shown all those many years ago when he tried to rule, after deposing the Great Apep.
It's always a pity when the truly great examples of our race are brought low, before they can reset the status quo.
Note to self, once on my own, find a way to ensure that I can build up my own Dynasty that will eventually rule the galaxy, rather than use Ra's system.
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Try as all things do, the forward march of time is inevitable, and the time of the meeting had come around, which is why I even now found myself being motioned into the back of some boxy mud brick residence, that had two bars of copper crossed together over the door, and a small bowl with some reddish stains outside. I was just happy that I had changed into some furs before coming. Though looking outside away from the Nile, I saw that I had chosen the wrong hides, which would explain why so many were looking at me as I moved through the village.
That, or it was the twin kara kesh that adorned my limbs even now.
Turning my attention to the man who had called for the meeting in the first place. He did look the part of one of the native so called shamans. Through his blue dyed lips was a needle made of bone, and another through the bridge of his nose. On him were several dressed up hides and on the nearby ledge was the head of some primate turned into a piece of headgear. His face was painted a lighter blue, with decorative swirls inscribed upon the cheeks.
Found through pinterest
While I was preoccupied with studying the dizzying array of herbs, and rendered animal parts, alongside tools. I was not so preoccupied as to miss the young woman who came in from the side door dressed lightly in cheetah hides. No, you couldn't miss her, what with all of the bone beads clanking together like some eerie drama. The seemingly ritualistic scarring on her I could do without.
Found through pinterest
Standing up I turned to her "I presume that you are the one that I am here to meet with?"
"Nay, for this simple one is merely Iqaqa." Polecat, makes sense with her cat hides and staff.
"This one, has merely been called by village elder Inyoni to stand as mediator, and to show proof as to their claims." I believe that name meant bird, but I see none, must be because he is flighty like one.
Then what she ended with caught my attention and held it. Scoffing even as I asked "Show proof to their claims? With what a little bit of smoke manipulation, a little bit of dancing?"
Unperturbed she answered in the same dead-like tone as earlier "This one is not here for so mundane a reason as you have stated. But, rather this one can provide proof enough for one such as you"
"Then where is the lass that I had agreed to meet with, if it is not you?"
Here the old man, Inyoni took over "They are almost an urn-cycle away from arriving, what this pre meet is for, is to open the eyes of one of you, the youthful Star Gods that have reigned unopposed for nigh-on 5-of-ten-of-ten-of-ten harvests, to what forces are slumbering still, yet you approach close to awakening."
The words that he spoke were like a sudden Icy river dropping from on high on a sweltering day. With traces of incredulity I promptly jerked back, from the fearful miasma that his words had conjured upon my spinal ridge.
"How long exactly did you say we have been here?" I asked with a pained grimace of distaste.
Here is where the girl, Polecat, took over. She pulled a stick of charcoal and drew upon a piece of slate 4 of the lotus, 6 coils, 4 arches, and finally seven bars{2}. Dread began to settle, but before i could weigh to heavily, I had to ask the question.
With a somewhat weary tone I asked the dreaded question "How long will the Star God Dynasty last on Tau'ri?" I was actively dreading that she would come up with the same number that had been floating around in my subconscious since I had claimed a host.
Under my watchful eyes, and the confused ones of my still silent lo'taur, she crossed out all but the four lotus, and drew a final 5th under the four, answering my question, and surprising me at how exacting she was about the numbers.
I had to confirm it if I was to believe it, for there was literally a gene lock on the part holding it, "How many of the sky pyramids are present as of one urn-cycle ago?" There was absolutely no way that she should know that. If she gets it wrong then I know that she is a sham, the consequences otherwise are enough to make me swallow even though my throat had gone dry in dreading anticipation.
And as she once more drew the symbols that were used locally for numbers, the very air itself seemed to be charged with the scent of ozone. Turning the board once more she showed me a number that was thankfully wrong, as it was nearly a hundred over what was on the register for ha'tak and cheops class ships.
Breathing a sigh of relief I scoffed at her, "Just as I thought, a sham. That number is too high, hence you are a . . ."
But, before I could build up a full head of steam she interrupted me, "Nay, this one made no mistake. Check your records for how many dead and unrecoverable sky pyramids."
As I sat once more to see if she was scarily enough right or, if she was just pulling my tail. I turned to the stupidly designed triangular tablet that would let me peruse the records. Mid way through confirming my twelfth downing, a knock on the door rang out cutting through the mounting tension in the room. Switching to automatic for records containing a specific resolution as on the damages and losses reports, I turned my attention back towards the room.
Once more the village elder made his presence known as he shuffled over to the door. He called out "This elder is pleased to welcome the Chosen One and her Watcher"
What the hell is a Chosen One, I thought I was here to meet the one known as the slayer. A chosen of what?
And, it was at that moment as the door opened that my tablet let out a soft chime letting me know that the search had been finished. And, I checked that number with a sense of almost unearthly calm, almost as though I had accepted death, and went with rare grace, while being led to one of the hated Asgard's abomination of a Hammer.
All I knew was that if that chime matched what Polecat had said, then my timeline for survival is screwed.
K, next chapter should be up by Friday at the latest. My friend decided to break Chapter 5 into two different parts apparently.
Next part is the Idiot's guide / public knowledge of what a Slayer is. And, some asking / blackmail / pandering for support.
Note: I actually found while researching for later in the story one of the things that I want done, had to happen at a later date than what the in story calenday would provide.
So the date used to read **April 20th, 3500 BC, Morning - Day 32 of life
is now **April 20th, 3353 BC, Morning - Day 32 of life
** 353 years BV
Sorry for the delay, my laptop has started to glitch out, so I had to redo over my phone, and let me tell you I don't have the first clue how some of them write their stories like this.
Laptop has officially been frozen for twenty minutes now, getting worried
So they have been on Earth for 4647 years so far?
That means that for the 5thousands that they will remain they have left 353 years of ruling here before whatever happens that kicks them out.
