#chain reaction

[brigitoshaughnessy]

Stargate SG-1 || Chain Reaction

[tennant-the-tigger]

Fruity Four: Haunted House

They thought they could handle it, no problem, considering everything they’ve been through.  

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Have you seen Chain Reaction (1996)?

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[grrl-beetle]

Cyrus - Enforcement (Mills Mix)

[stp-minimum-cage]

A voice is calling for you.

"CAGE? CAGE!"

If Spectre were to enter the meat kitchen, she’d see a decapitated corpse sitting against the wall. A slightly singed head is on the floor nearby, staring blankly at the tiles.

There’s a note in the corpse’s hand. It’s hastily written, but the contents are legible.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you again. Please understand. I care about you so much. I was scared. You don’t deserve to see this.”

[king-k-ripple]

My Rube Goldberg Machine

[saphronethaleph]

Glitched Dupes

“Really?” Palpatine asked. “Why not?”

“You are not the leader of a government at the moment, My Emperor,” the Sienar Fleet Systems board member said. “Taking thirty-three million trained professionals out of circulation would be not merely noticeable, but blatantly obvious. We can bring a few trained professionals to provide training, but… the question of manpower will have to be solved another way.”

“Right,” Palpatine muttered, because it was a reasonable point, which was why the man was not currently being electrocuted.

He scowled, thinking, then realized there was an obvious solution.

Yes, strand-cast clones were useless for these purposes, because they usually came out looking like carpet material, but he had other means of cloning. And he wouldn’t accept his own spirit being transferred into a Kaminoan accelerated clone, but when that was not the primary objective, there were…

...options.

“I will be able to provide the manpower,” he said.

It would take a lot of cloning cylinders, but he had a lot of cloning cylinders.

The Final Order would be ready on schedule.

SP-1030481 tapped on the controls, sending his report forwards to SP-665 and SP-89793 in command of the Bane.

The Bane wasn’t completed, yet, but SP-1030481 was eagerly anticipating the time when it would be ready. The time when the warships of the Final Order would be ready, able to strike out into the galaxy and destroy all who had mocked them. All who doubted them… had doubted Emperor Palpatine.

And the time when SP-1030481 would be able to dispense with this subservience, and take his rightful place.

He was the true inheritor of the Sith legacy. All the others were mere false clones, not truly duplicates of the original Sheev Palpatine – of the original Darth Sidious. They were obedient, accepting their place in the Final Order, and so it would be easy to take control.

Easy to usurp control, and to prove that he was the true Sith. The Sith who would use the Final Order to destroy the galaxy, and rule over the ruin.

And it would be him who did it. SP-1030481, Palpatine, Darth Sidious.

All he had to do was to pick his moment, and seize control from the feckless followers all around him.

Kylo Ren double-checked that he was following the directions of the Sith Wayfinder, and passed through the nebula around Exegol.

There was plenty of interference, but even from here he could feel the intense, throbbing power of the Dark Side below him. It was like there was not one Force Adept below, not one powerful Sith, but thousands – millions, even.

Truly, the power of Darth Sidious was awe-inspiring.

Then, very suddenly, the entire surface of Exegol erupted.

Ren threw up his hand in automatic response, then stared through the cockpit windows of his TIE Whisper.

There seemed to be… almost a thousand chain-detonation explosions of Dark Side energy going on below, as if someone had taken over thirty million Dark Side bombs and packed them into small spaces along with the parts to a large number of capital ships.

Then Ren pulled up, avoiding the cloud of purple smoke and atomized debris that was rising into the air from the surface of Exegol.

The presence of Darth Sidious had vanished.

“...kriff this, anyway,” he muttered, turning around, and flew away from Exegol again.

It was a silly place.

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