Astarte

Goddess of Fertility, Sexuality & War. Queen of the Gods, Mother of All. Independent Stargate (SG1, SGA SGU) Semi-OC RP.

[aetherictree]

Goa'uld evolution

Binge watching Stargate:SG1 to finally finish the series, thinking about how the Goa'uld might have evolved.

We know that: (1) they are capable of independent existence as aquatic predators; (2) they are capable of taking over a host body and controlling it; (3) only a small number of individuals reproduce, each spawning many offspring; and (4) the queens are able to control the genetics (and genetic memory) of their offspring.

So... I propose that the Goa'uld are, in their base form, a predatory eusocial species that originally hunted by burrowing into their prey and directing them to the water, where they would be devoured. The queen of each colony would have control over the caste of their offspring, designing them for whatever particular role they need to fill. Over time, their control over hosts grew to the point that they were able to use them to move between bodies of water, enabling Goa'uld queens to form new colonies, and picking up useful traits.

Also, baseline Goa'uld may not even be sapient. We've seen what completely blank slate Goa'uld look like; it's possible that they were deliberately spawned as non sapient because Egeria knew what would happen to them, but consider that they pick up traits from their hosts which they can then pass on to their offspring. What if, one day, a queen took an Unas host? Being blended with a sapient creature, she may have gained enhanced thinking abilities and become sapient herself, which she then passed on to the offspring.

[glowingeyedgoddess]

This is really well thought out and I completely agree. We see in the episode with Chaka that the Goa'uld who take hosts act intelligently, which plainly they gain from the hosts they have taken. Someone once said that the Goa'uld are like biological hard drives looking for a computer to override and this then might have been the big Goa'uld moment'; queens gaining intelligence from their Unas hosts and passing it on to their offspring, which given Goa'uld longevity could be a lot of knowledge. Therefore in the space of a century or so their intelligence could have begun to outstrip the baseline of their Unas hosts.

Naturally the Goa'uld developed this by taking the best possible hosts for themselves such as Ra's possession of Famrir and also Hathor's intriguing hint about there being other host species beside Unas and Humans. Queens also continued to be seen as sacrosanct to some degree, as the System Lords didn't make much response to the SGC collectively until they killed Hathor, which seems to have crossed a line.

But at some point their race's predatory instinct started to become a serious break on development. Queens became dependent on great lords to protect them and perhaps themselves began to lose interest in developing their offspring because they were a potential threat to their own power. This led to Goa'uld society becoming stagnant, which is perhaps what eventually contributed to Egeria realising she had to do things differently.

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[glowingeyedgoddess]

Still here! But as there's a shortage of Stargate muses around I don't get to post very often with Astarte. I'm very much open to crosscanon though, so if your Star Trek, Star Wars or other canon would like to interact with this very beautiful but very evil ancient parasitical alien, please message me! :)

[glowingeyedgoddess]

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[glowingeyedgoddess]

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glowingeyedgoddess​:​

As Jake lost himself in her cleavage for the briefest of moments Anna’s smile turned distinctly predatory, but as he looked back up it immediately shifted back into something equally seductive, but less evil. His suggestion was exactly what she had been hoping for, given that Astarte knew about the cabin, in fact knew everything in Jake’s SGC personnel file and his past reports thanks to her spies at the IOA. Exactly as she had planned.

“You know…I think I want this.” Without any hesitation she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a long deeply sensuous kiss that slowly grew more heated, her tongue meshing with his, building in intensity, only for her slowly pull back, licking her lips and rolling her hips into his in a way that would leave him hungry for more. “Your place?”

Jake couldn’t hide his desire for some wild fun even if he wanted to. Military protocols were a bitch sometimes. There were some attractive women that worked on Atlantis even the civilian scientists but it was against the rules and he would be made an example of more than most because of who his parents were. It had been longer than he would like to admit for him to get laid. 

As she moved in kissing him fuck that was a good kiss as his arms slid around her and her hips started rolling to turn him on even more. When she broke the kiss because there was no way way he was going to break it he nodded a bit dumbly. “Yeah my place.” He took her hand leading her to his motorcycle and got on offering her a hand to help her on.

[glowingeyedgoddess]

Grinning at his dumbfounded reaction, Astarte let herself be led towards the strange looking device on wheels. A quick delve into her host’s memory supplied its name, a motorcycle, along with the knowledge of riding one before. Setting herself down on the seat behind the human, her body pressing tight up against his because she could.

“I hope it isn’t far?” She purred into his ear, her hands flexing around his waistline for a moment, enough to encourage Jake to push the machine faster, without distracting him dangerously. With his body warm against hers, hair flying in the wind, she took a moment to enjoy the sensation of travelling at speed, a sensation she’d not felt before and after twenty thousand years of life that was a rare thing.

[shauriofabydos]

// Okay but. Why wasn’t Kendra’s backstory from ‘Thor’s Hammer’ given to Sha’re? 

Let’s just pause for a second and think about this. Kendra was taken as a host, but due to her training in her local temple, her Goa’uld couldn’t fully control her mind. So what did Kendra do? Quietly sabotaged her from within – poisoned her mind, directed her towards more self-destructive actions, finally leading her to Cimmeria and the labyrinth where the Goa’uld was killed and Kendra was freed.

NOW IMAGINE WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. Sha’re is taken as a host as happens in ‘Children of the Gods.’ But because of her mind and her spirit, Amaunet can never truly subdue her. What if, like Kendra’s Goa’uld, Amaunet is ambitious in her own right? What if she isn’t content being Apophis’ consort and wants her own power? Sha’re subtly encourages to make her more reckless decisions. To take risks and branch out on her own. Maybe Amaunet becomes a more prominent foe that SG1 has to deal with. Think of how much higher the stakes would have been for the whole team if one of their regular enemies was Daniel’s wife! Apophis is great – but he’s kind of a generically evil, mustache-twirling villain. This would have been awesome. Pathos for Daniel, Teal’c – just in general. 

And then – assuming that the writers still felt the need to kill her off – she could go with dignity and with a more important role in the story. Maybe Sha’re takes control long enough to sacrifice herself in order to kill Amaunet. Or her influence on Amaunet’s choices leads her to do something that ends in her demise. She could have died with agency. She would have been her own person. She wouldn’t have been as much of a prop for Daniel’s manpain. 

Obviously, this doesn’t consider Shifu (although I think you could work him into this – it’s just too late and I’m too tipsy to do it right now). And obviously, I think it would have been better to not have her taken as a host/not killed her at all. BUT I guess my point is that even if you keep the ending of her story the same, they could have given her so much more than they did. If only they had given a flying fuck…

[glowingeyedgoddess]

Astarte

[glowingeyedgoddess]

It’s not really surprising that Goa’uld don’t care about their young given that any given Queen could, in a lifetime of thousands of years, have given birth to tens of millions of larvae. Of those millions, only a number in the tens of thousands are likely to have survived to take hosts. Some will have died in the spawning pools, ripped apart by their brethren, others in Jaffa killed in combat, and many more consumed as a delicacy by System Lords not wanting to see new rivals.

In short, to a Goa’uld life is cheap (unless it’s their own.)

[glowingeyedgoddess]

The Goa’uld Empire was gone, the System Lords dead, the Jaffa free, in the minds of the Tau’ri their enemies had been destroyed and that suited Astarte perfectly. With Ba’al dead she had retreated into the shadows, waiting for over two decades as she slowly moved pieces into place. For years now her spies had been quietly gathering information, personnel files, mission reports and tonight she would take another step along the long path to building her new empire.

The taxi pulled to a stop outside the Smuggler’s Cove bar and out slid Astarte, garbed in tight Tau’ri garments which in her opinion covered far too much, but which were socially required. Taking a moment to exchange paper with the driver, a ridiculous human affectation necessary to blend in, she then headed into the bar. Adjusting the strap of her bag so that it pressed exactly where she wished it to, Astarte headed towards the counter, smiling inwardly as she spotted her target whilst outwardly appearing intent on the server.

“I’ll have a Heineken please.” The words from her host’s memory spilled from her lips with ease as she addressed the slave...no the bartender, wondering how long it would take Jacob O’Neill to take the offered bait.

@menxyouxneed​

[glowingeyedgoddess]

As Jake lost himself in her cleavage for the briefest of moments Anna’s smile turned distinctly predatory, but as he looked back up it immediately shifted back into something equally seductive, but less evil. His suggestion was exactly what she had been hoping for, given that Astarte knew about the cabin, in fact knew everything in Jake’s SGC personnel file and his past reports thanks to her spies at the IOA. Exactly as she had planned.

“You know...I think I want this.” Without any hesitation she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a long deeply sensuous kiss that slowly grew more heated, her tongue meshing with his, building in intensity, only for her slowly pull back, licking her lips and rolling her hips into his in a way that would leave him hungry for more. “Your place?”

[glowingeyedgoddess]

Making a Deal

Osiris, now that was a name Astarte had not heard in a very long time, specifically since the system lord had been foolish enough to trust Setesh, who had betrayed him and his Queen to Ra, for all the good it had done him. Given her own plans to overthrow the Sun God had similarly been betrayed, perhaps  she should feel sympathetic. But that was not in Astarte or indeed any Goa’uld’s nature.

Having been so long, Astarte had not expected to ever hear the name again, but to her surprise an emissary had arrived bearing gifts and a request for a meeting. It was certainly an intriguing request, although Astarte did not believe for a second that this ‘Osiris’ was the same as the former System Lord, more likely an upstart Underlord hoping to use the name to gain System Lord status. But she would at least listen to what the imposter had to say and if it was of no interest they might still be of use. Lord Ba’al would not approve, but what he did not know he could not punish and therefore was of no concern.

Sipping a silver goblet full of eye-wateringly (to a human) strong wine, Astarte leant back against the silken cushions and waited for the imposter to be brought  into her presence, her Lion Guards careful to remove any weaponry as Astarte herself had...or so it appeared.

@becomingsea​

[menxyouxneed]

glowingeyedgoddess​:​

Meeting his gaze with a flirtatious smile, she leaned slightly closer, running a hand through her silky golden hair and blushing as he agreed to buy her a drink. So far so good, it wasn’t hard to see what she was thinking, had seen it on the faces of millions of worshippers and human slaves. Such simple creatures in many ways, but oh what delight their bodies were, the warm rush between her legs flooding through neurons and into the parasite within.

“Strangers? How can we be that? You’re Jake and I’m Anna.” She laughed, pulling the name from the dark recesses of her host’s memories. “Wanna come sit with me outside? It’s a little more private out there.” Blue eyes gleamed mischievously as she slipped off the barstool and headed for the door, knowing that the human would follow with or without the drinks, particularly given the sway she added to her hips as she walked away from him.

Jake was a little lost when she suggested going out. It wasn’t really cold out yet but still minnesota. That tight white tank top was not going to hide anything. he watched her starting to head out and thought he might just take her to the cabin or go with her to her place since that seemed as though what she wanted as well. He paid for his drink and got up and quickly followed her out of the bar. Once he stepped out he grinned seeing her again. From head to toe she was perfect 

“Sorry about the drinks the bartender said something about not drinking out in public.” he said with a small lie but wanting to have some time together alone. “I guess we can go somewhere else Anna and have that drink. Anywhere you want.”

[glowingeyedgoddess]

While her host might have enjoyed the atmosphere in the bar it was scarcely a fitting place for a goddess. While it was tempting to have them all throwing themselves at her feet in reverence that would hardly fit her purpose in being stealthy. No, Astarte had already hooked the prize she had come for, all that was left now was to reel him in.

Having left the bar, she waited for the human to follow as she knew he would. When Jake appeared she turned to him with a sultry smile and approached him slowly, taking a deliberately deep breath that made her full cleavage swell in a way that was impossible for any human male to miss.

“Is there somewhere you’d like to take me?” She purred softly, lifting her arms and resting them on his shoulders, cocking her head curiously as she held his eyes with hers, blue eyes burning with mischief and desire.

[glowingeyedgoddess]

The Goa’uld Empire was gone, the System Lords dead, the Jaffa free, in the minds of the Tau’ri their enemies had been destroyed and that suited Astarte perfectly. With Ba’al dead she had retreated into the shadows, waiting for over two decades as she slowly moved pieces into place. For years now her spies had been quietly gathering information, personnel files, mission reports and tonight she would take another step along the long path to building her new empire.

The taxi pulled to a stop outside the Smuggler’s Cove bar and out slid Astarte, garbed in tight Tau’ri garments which in her opinion covered far too much, but which were socially required. Taking a moment to exchange paper with the driver, a ridiculous human affectation necessary to blend in, she then headed into the bar. Adjusting the strap of her bag so that it pressed exactly where she wished it to, Astarte headed towards the counter, smiling inwardly as she spotted her target whilst outwardly appearing intent on the server.

“I’ll have a Heineken please.” The words from her host’s memory spilled from her lips with ease as she addressed the slave...no the bartender, wondering how long it would take Jacob O’Neill to take the offered bait.

@menxyouxneed​

[glowingeyedgoddess]

Meeting his gaze with a flirtatious smile, she leaned slightly closer, running a hand through her silky golden hair and blushing as he agreed to buy her a drink. So far so good, it wasn’t hard to see what she was thinking, had seen it on the faces of millions of worshippers and human slaves. Such simple creatures in many ways, but oh what delight their bodies were, the warm rush between her legs flooding through neurons and into the parasite within.

“Strangers? How can we be that? You’re Jake and I’m Anna.” She laughed, pulling the name from the dark recesses of her host’s memories. “Wanna come sit with me outside? It’s a little more private out there.” Blue eyes gleamed mischievously as she slipped off the barstool and headed for the door, knowing that the human would follow with or without the drinks, particularly given the sway she added to her hips as she walked away from him.

[menxyouxneed]

glowingeyedgoddess​:

The Goa’uld Empire was gone, the System Lords dead, the Jaffa free, in the minds of the Tau’ri their enemies had been destroyed and that suited Astarte perfectly. With Ba’al dead she had retreated into the shadows, waiting for over two decades as she slowly moved pieces into place. For years now her spies had been quietly gathering information, personnel files, mission reports and tonight she would take another step along the long path to building her new empire.

The taxi slid to a stop outside the Smuggler’s Cove bar and out slid Astarte, garbed in Tau’ri garments which in her opinion covered far too much, but which were socially required. Taking a moment to exchange paper with the driver, a ridiculous human affectation necessary to blend in and headed into the bar. Adjusting the strap of her bag so that it pressed exactly where she wished it to, Astarte headed towards the counter, smiling inwardly as she spotted her target whilst outwardly appearing intent on the server.

“I’ll have a Heineken please.” The words from her host’s memory spilled from her lips with ease as she addressed the slave…no the bartender, wondering how long it would take Jacob O’Neill to take the offered bait.

@menxyouxneed​

Jacob was not one for taking breaks. Hell he lived off coffee most days. When he was not on a mission he was usually in one of his labs on Atlantis. He may have claimed one of the towers of the city for all of his pet projects. as he was one of a very small number with the Ancient gene every part of the city and its many secrets were his to discover. 

Yet when both your parents outrank you and  tell you you need to take some leave that limits things. He had originally planned to go off world maybe jump on one of the ships that was headed to one of the Asgardian outposts, but his father insisted he should go up to the cabin in Minnesota. So after locking up and shutting down his work he was beamed to the cabin. He took out his fathers motorcycle and drove to the bar. It was a little spot nothing all that special. He sat at the bar.  ordering a Guinness to let his mind slow down and not focus on his work for a bit but that was difficult for him. 

He had been at the bar about an hour and on his third beer when someone came and sat beside him at the bar ordering a Heineken. He glanced over at the woman wearing a tight white tank top and the strap of her bag seemed to be accentuating her curves. He had spent so much time on Atlantis or off world he felt frozen in what to say to the woman. One thing was for sure she did not really fit the place a gorgeous woman like her in basically one step up from a dive bar. She had to be meeting someone. “They should give you free drinks here you class up the place.” He said and it was not the most obvious line, but also the truth so he would see how she responded. Maybe he did need to get out more.

[glowingeyedgoddess]

Did Astarte think that the human would ignore her? Of course not, the body she inhabited was fitting for a goddess, selected from amongst the human herd for her sheer beauty and grace. This child of the infamous General O’Neill and Samantha Carter was not known as the Tau’ri said to be ‘seeing someone’ and Astarte knew full well the effect she was likely to have on him...likely and now certain.

Intent on the barman, she didn’t notice his first glance, but when he spoke she turned to look at Jacob, sapphire blue eyes raking over his face and physique before smiling, obviously liking what she saw.

“Thanks.” She replied, soft voice tinged with an Ohio accent, her eyes meeting his with all the confidence of an exceptional beauty and 20,000 years experience in seduction. “Are you buying?”

[glowingeyedgoddess]

The Goa’uld Empire was gone, the System Lords dead, the Jaffa free, in the minds of the Tau’ri their enemies had been destroyed and that suited Astarte perfectly. With Ba’al dead she had retreated into the shadows, waiting for over two decades as she slowly moved pieces into place. For years now her spies had been quietly gathering information, personnel files, mission reports and tonight she would take another step along the long path to building her new empire.

The taxi pulled to a stop outside the Smuggler’s Cove bar and out slid Astarte, garbed in tight Tau’ri garments which in her opinion covered far too much, but which were socially required. Taking a moment to exchange paper with the driver, a ridiculous human affectation necessary to blend in, she then headed into the bar. Adjusting the strap of her bag so that it pressed exactly where she wished it to, Astarte headed towards the counter, smiling inwardly as she spotted her target whilst outwardly appearing intent on the server.

“I’ll have a Heineken please.” The words from her host’s memory spilled from her lips with ease as she addressed the slave...no the bartender, wondering how long it would take Jacob O’Neill to take the offered bait.

@menxyouxneed​

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🦂- is my muse caustic or overly defensive?

🦑- is my muse a multitasker?

🌗- how would my muse prepare for a significant life change? For example: changing schools, a marriage, the birth of a child or the death of a loved one.

🏩- how does my muse handle pain? Do they vocalize their discomfort (verbally or through sound) or do they try to “suck it up” and get through it quietly? Does it depend on the type of pain?

🏦- how does my muse handle their finances? Are they good with money?

📞- does my muse prefer talking on the phone to texting?

📺- does my muse prefer older tv shows or newer ones?

🙎‍♀️- is my muse easily offended or thin-skinned?

🧏- how does my muse solve a problem?

🤷‍♀️- does my muse throw their hands in the air and give up quickly, or do they persevere?

🙅‍♀️- is my muse closed off or guarded? Is there a reason why?

🙋‍♀️- is my muse inquisitive?

👯‍♂️- how would my muse react to learning they are a clone?