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the-blackest-spider:
“I somehow doubt that.”
This was not Tony Stark. There was no way such a man as he would bow willingly to such authority. She kept looking at his eyes, they were no longer vibrant. There had always been a particular spark in the Billionaire’s gaze, usually it meant trouble was afoot in his head, but there was not even a trace of that. There was nothing there at all. It was alarming.
And nothing about Tony Stark had ever been weak.
She found the display telling however, as though there was something about her fallen friend Ra wanted her to see, to notice and so she let her sharp gaze pass over him and came to a pause at his neck, the back of it so easily displayed where lay a scar. One she knew had not existed prior.
She made no comment concerning it however, feeling that might be the source, the reason for the bowed head.
“This is not my friend.”
She advanced forward then, eyes dark and anger fueling her. She tried to keep some control over it knowing it could make one sloppy and she didn’t need that, but all the same he wanted to make Ra suffer greatly.
“What did you do to him?”
One hand shot up, fingers closing around the front of Ra’s ornate clothing, gripping it tightly, yanking him closer so their gazes met.
“Tell. Me. Now.” Whatever it was, she would find a way to reverse it.
He had expected her IRE, his barbed words bait aimed to mock and to HURT, yet the strength in her grip still surprised him. His Jaffa advanced as he was jerked forward, Tony immediately bolting to his feet. Multiple staff weapons levelled at Romanoff’s throat, though Ra flashed his soldiers a warning look. He had wanted this, to see her fire, the SPIRIT he could glimpse so carefully locked behind the shield of her eyes. He had never taken a Queen who’s host had not pleased him -- what fun was there to be had with a lamb when a WOLF was so much more exciting?
“ In time, I will SHOW you. ”
His hand reached up to snatch hers at the wrist, holding her in place with an unnatural strength gained from the symbiotic nature of his species.
“ You will not DEMAND anything of me. If you so desire knowledge, you must earn it. ”
He could not allow her to get so close again -- as amusing as it was to incite her, Ra was not foolish enough to underestimate her entirely. She would be closely monitored until her Goa’uld was implanted, especially during times of rest or recuperation.
Turning his back -- pointedly, as much a DARE as it was a clear snub -- Ra moved to the wide balcony overlooking the ruins of New York City. Even now it teemed with life, his armies keeping the general population in check. Helicopters hovered a short distance away, no doubt SHIELD agents waiting for any signal from Romanoff. His ship’s defences would stop any Earth missile, weapons of his own primed and ready to fire.
“ Your skill in combat -- where were you taught? ”
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glowingeyedgoddess:
Astarte’s smile widened at the denial. It was a signal of just how effective her strategy had been in that thousands of years later Ra still believed that she had perished at his hand,
“Am I not?” She answered softly, dangerously, flexing the fingers wreathed in her Kara'kesh threateningly, the subtle menace ruined by the sudden intervention of the Jaffa, causing Astarte’s eyes to glow in fury, not so much because of the violence against Ra but because she disliked her Jaffa acting without her instruction.
“Kree'ta Jaffa!” She snapped angrily, dismissing the errant guard with an angry wave, sparing him not even a glance, her attention focussed on the only other life in this room that mattered. “You think that I did not foresee my downfall at your hands and take adequate steps to prevent my demise? You always were far more stupid than you think you are.”
Glancing at one of the Jaffa standing behind Ra, Astarte lifted a finger, a simple gesture which had the Jaffa stepping up to the former System Lord, raising the prongs of the Rod of Anguish he held and touching them to the back of Ra’s neck, directly above where the Goa'uld resided. It was an entirely different kind of agony to the kind inflicted by the Kara'kesh, causing energy to stream from every orifice as the subject was exposed to brutal agony, which was no less than Ra deserved.
Adequate steps---?
Ra’s head SPUN, the memories he had once so vividly recalled of Astarte’s death suddenly unfocused and vague. Was it possible she had outwitted him, slipped her neck from the noose without his notice? Such a thing seemed preposterous, RIDICULOUS, and yet... brilliant.
He opened his mouth, the DEMAND for an answer on his tongue, when the torture device was pressed to his neck. The SCREAM that came from him was entirely inhuman, the shrill, piercing cry of his true self. The Goa’uld writhed, an agony he had never felt before ripping him atom from atom. He couldn’t see, couldn’t think, momentarily unable to control his host’s movements as the Tau’ri pitched forward, forehead pressed to the cold, unyielding ground.
Death did not save him this time, and Ra BURNED with anger as he sucked air into his lungs. Unable to move as the aftershocks slowly subsided, he clenched his hands to fists.
“ ---HOW? ”
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How RADIANT she was in her anger, the marbled mask she’d worn so effortlessly replaced with a raw, feral HATRED. Ra smiled, vicious in his satisfaction.
“ I have merely UNLOCKED his full potential. ”
At the wave of his hand, Tony immediately stepped forward. The golden plate of Ra’s warriors suited him immensely, broad shoulders draped with fine chain built to withhold an attack from blade or arrow. Tony dropped to one knee, his head lowered obediently. From this angle, it was easy to see the thin SCAR at the nape of his neck, the entry point for the Goa’uld coiled tight around his spinal column. It was not customary, perhaps, to use fellow Goa’uld for soldiers -- the fear of mutiny was a lingering threat, though such an opportunity had been difficult to resist. He could always DESTROY them later, once he had had his fill of Earth and the insects that crawled upon it.
“ How WEAK his mind was. It did not take long for him to WANT to obey me. ”
Fingertips brushed Tony’s dark hair, the fleeting touch drawing a shiver from the former human. Ra’s twisted words were LIES, of course -- as fractured as his mind had been, Tony had fought hard against the invasion. It had taken days for the defiance to drain from the man’s eyes.
“ Are you not pleased to see your friend ALIVE and WELL? He is more powerful now than he ever was in his previous life. ”
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The sun was barely to be seen, dark clouds overcasting the sky with their magic. Nisha wasn’t even sure if this was the right planet to stay, if the choice to walk through this gate was a good one. The woman had visited a lot of worlds, all of them unique for sure, but those with a hostile environment still contained the most SURPRISES. If a troop of Jaffa wasn’t enough to deal with, the temperature on this goddamn snowball was freezing the snake out of the woman, making it hard to even breathe without coughing. Hopefully she was able to find a shelter for the night, some kind of cave or at least a safe space where she could lit a fire to keep herself warm. Otherwise Nisha had a big problem. Her fingers shaking, the dark haired tried to keep her sight clear, heavy boots marching over the iced ground. The need for a break was growing inside the warrior, the little device attached to her jacket still beeping. No. Nisha was not here to be WEAK. She was here to FIND what her people were interested in, to figure out if the rumors about an old outpost of the Antics were true. It was important to success — that for sure was beyond question. An advantage like this couldn’t be ignored, couldn’t be discounted, even if the possibilty to really find something useful was a small one. Every straw that could be catched at was important, every chance they’ve got maybe the last. The Goa’uld wouldn’t show any mercy — neither to the Tok’ra, nor the Tau’ri and sadly these two were about to lose the game. Slowly, the outlines of something big emerged in between the snow-clad trees, a darkness that attracted the woman more than it even should. Staying outside wasn’t a good choice, as Nisha would make herself an easy target for every glider on patrol. She covered her face with the hood of her cape, grey-greenish eyes scanning the surroundings — until they stopped. Stuck on a body. For a moment Nisha turned into a pillar of salt, her heart starting to beat faster. Impossible. NO ONE should be here, except from a few Jaffa that guarded the gate from time to time. This planet was uninhabited ! Hands tightening their grip around her staffweapon, she carefully moved closer, lips pressed together in nervosity. HOW? Kneeling down beside the man she had NEVER seen before, Nisha allowed herself to hesitate before she touched his chest to PROOVE if it was necessary to worry. A drum. Another one. Slow and barely noticeable but still present. He was ALIVE. A single button press and a buzzing noise filled up the air — cold metal thirsty to KILL. The Tok’ra HAD TO. It was too dangerous, too . . but what if? She couldn’t. Maybe he was just a victim, as so many poor souls out there, a surrender to the slavery of the Goa’uld — running for his life and now so close to DEATH. How could she judge, how could she end what hasn’t even started? Another bad choice, another step to the abyss, Nisha pulled the body with her — entering the cave that promised shelter to both of them. The woman had to contact her base. She had to inform them that she HAD found something — even if it was not what she had come for.
He dreamed of DEATH.
Restless sleep had arrived swiftly, unbidden, frigid wind bearing iced claws as it whispered for him to stop his panicked push through the unfamiliar snowbanks; rest a while, let go. Snow beneath his cheek, numb comfort lulling his battered body beyond the void.
He dreamed of STARS, of SAND and SUNLIGHT.
Where was he? The last he could remember, a vivid blue light had chased the darkness from the night sky above his village, his friends scattering in their fear of the unknown. Curiosity had drawn him from the brittle safety of his hut, one hand shielding his eyes as he looked up into the source of that otherworldly light. FOOLISH, a moth beckoned toward an open flame.
He dreamed of TERROR, the blown pupils of his kneeling victim holding the image of a MONSTER in their depths. Angular features, dark eyes so cruel, so... familiar...
NO--!
He jerked awake with a shout, clenched fists swinging as he fought to free himself from the snare of fractured dreams. He was no longer in the snowdrift he had collapsed upon, the warmth of a nearby fire already chasing the worst of the cold from his bones. Panic clawed at his throat, the ache of his many injuries momentarily forgotten as he struggled upright on his makeshift sickbed, wide eyes landing on the unfamiliar woman beside him.
“ Who are you--? What did you do to me--? ”
Pain lanced through his head, forcing a wince; he grimaced, reaching up to rub at feverish temples. Nothing made SENSE, confusion churning his stomach. This was not his village -- ice had never before fallen from the sky, the air there dry and warm. He couldn’t remember leaving, couldn’t remember the fate of his friends or family -- even his own name eluded him, his memory blurred beyond recognition.
A SOB pushed from his lips, his eyes clenching shut.
What had happened to him?
turhaya:
Her next step was her last for the moment; hands splay to the sides, fingers open and palms facing the armed (and armored) men–a gesture meant almost universally that no weapons would be drawn.
Eryn’s brow furrowed; the language was unfamiliar to her, but the weapons and the glitter of energy at the ends was enough translation. Behind her, another nervous pair of hands settle on the lightsaber hilt at their belt, eyes fixed on the bird-headed warriors.
“We’re Jedi Knights of the Galactic Republic—we mean you no harm.”
“ Shel'kree! ”
One guard stepped forward, the electric eyes of his Jackal-headed mask flashing on his barked command for silence. The Tau’ri woman’s strange words were lost on him, though her gesture of surrender was both understood and accepted -- if a little begrudgingly.
How unusually they dressed, the metallic trinkets at their belts suggesting weapons of unknown origin and design. Clearly they were no ordinary Tau’ri -- LORD RA would be most pleased with such a find.
“ Shor'wai'e! ”
His clawed hand closing on the woman’s arm, Anubis pushed her roughly toward the circular platform at the rear end of the crypt. The teleportation rings there would take them swiftly to his Lord’s audience chamber.
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