#glowingeyedgoddess

[zatniktael]

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“Ah yes, there are always a few weak minded deviants, Egeria was one herself after all. I guessed that she was defective, but not by how much.” She smirked, reaching down to coyly trail a finger under Malek’s chin, amused by his stubborn resistance.

“Your kind will be eliminated long before that happens. I alone spawn more in a single month than are left of your kind in the entire galaxy. It is a battle you cannot win.” It was a simple mathematical certainty even before the fleets and armies of the System lords were applied, only fools would try to resist that and she did not think this one a fool. Misguided perhaps, but she had ample tools to correct that.

“Why bother to resist? Surely it would be simpler to kneel and serve your Queen. Renounce the Tok’ra and spend an eternity at my side.”

Those words enraged Malek, for it was left to him out of all the Tok'ra to defend what Egeria had been in her last days, especially if this would surely be his end. He suspected that Astarte was only seeking to elicit an emotion him, but this was an attempt he refused to merely take for the sake of frustrating her plans.

His eyes blazed in a surge of indignant pride and he tilted his head to give her a satirical smile he did so enjoy giving the Goa’uld. “Egeria’s strength and vision lives, and for as long as it does we shall crush your young and turn away your Jaffa from beneath you. May the blood and flesh of your children feed the rebellion of your slaves.”

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@glowingeyedgoddess liked for a started

“Cadman.” John called, jogging up to the redhead. She had been on vacation for a while and he was glad to have her back on Atlantis. Anyone who could annoy McKay as much as McKay annoyed everyone else was a welcomed friend. “How’s my favorite planet doing?” he asked.

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It wasn’t entirely unheard of for Senator Amidala to invite him to her apartment alone, though these days such proposals rarely lacked the inclusion of his former Padawan. Obi-Wan was no fool, the budding attraction between Anakin and Padmé as DANGEROUS as it was blatantly obvious. He’d lost count of the times he’d bitten his tongue in their presence, his hand firm on Anakin’s elbow even as he’d nodded graciously, thanking the Senator for her time and promising another meeting soon. He wasn’t naive enough to believe their formal assemblies were the only times Anakin had visited -- no, they were merely a front to keep suspicious minds sated, the curious eyes of the public seeing nothing more than three friends meeting to discuss politics amid pleasantries.

So why now, would she ask him to come ALONE?

Padmé’s holomessage had been vague at best. She had mentioned a new friend, one who was eager to meet him, and asked him to come swiftly. A fellow Senator perhaps, someone she had known from Naboo? He only hoped this wasn’t some idiotic idea of Anakin’s to set him on a BLIND DATE -- it would not have been the first time, though he couldn’t imagine Padmé partaking in such trivialities.

His footsteps light on the durasteel floors of the apartment complex, Obi-Wan wasted no time with small-talk as he made his way to Padmé’s penthouse. He pushed the button on the wall, waiting for the buzz of the vidcom.

“You asked to see me, Senator Amidala?”

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•• Ouroboros

@glowingeyedgoddess

and this is how it feels to be BROKEN.

dried blood at his lip, a burst of bittersweet copper and grit; sharp fingers swiped the last of it away, ra’s eyes burning as they settled on the twisted remains of his mothership. scavengers had long since combed the jagged ruins, searching the smouldering wreckage for treasures and lingering signs of life. none of the latter had been found, of course -- he did not mourn the loss of his jaffa, nor his handful of loyal servants and attendants. had they been worthy enough to deserve his thoughts, they would not have perished so easily in the fall. only the sight of his destroyed sarcophagi could push beyond the RAGE licking at his heart. his tau’ri host would heal quickly enough, though he would need to be careful not to fall upon further injury until new technology could be acquired. 

escape had been narrow. he could still feel the heat of the explosion on his skin, the acrid scent of naquahdah permeating fire and smoke. no one had witnessed him slip away mere moments before the bomb detonated, a second set of transportation rings barely completing their purpose before being obliterated in the blast. he had fled, fighting the urge to seek out the tau’ri and their pale false god, finding refuge in a cave amongst the scorching wastelands. new clothing stolen from a body, unassuming and plain without the jewels of his former decadence. he was safe, for now -- had anyone seen and recognised him, they would surely have swarmed him. 

idiot tau’ri. ra’s right hand clenched around the kara kesh nestled in his palm; the moment he recovered his strength, he would rebuild his army. his empire.

broken, perhaps. but never DESTROYED.  

[earelloxtiruvai]

Ancient Forces-Raethor/Astarte [closed thread]

Raethor hardly noticed the  jagged line of ice trailing after him. If anything, he willed it to grow, carving into the previously pristine marble floors, breaking into the polished stone with an ominous sound that echoed in his wake.

The mage allowed himself a faint, dark shadow of a smirk at that. A pile or remains that had once been the bodies of a small army followed him, hovering in mid-air, tracking ashes and dripping ice to add to the deliberate mess he was creating.

Two large men, armed with spears blocked his path, four more running towards him. He incinerated them with a flick of a finger, piles of ashes topped by their spears all that was left of them.

He had left quite a few of those by the time he reached the woman’s throne room, giving none of it a second look or thought. Others had tried to stop him, as well; her deluded, largely brainwashed into servitude-he suspected, given what he already knew of this, of the one he had come to see-pawns. He didn’t kill those; je left them largely immobilized in icy traps that would take some time to melt. He didn’t intend to be here when that was done.

The woman sat on a richly gilded throne, the entire room covered in gold, making it radiant as the light reflected off every surface. Raethor deposited the pile of remains at the feet of the throne, none too gently, ashes and melting ice staining the gold.

“This is the second time you’ve sent your…pets after me, parasite,” he said, his tone cold and deadly, arcane energy crackling in his violet eyes-he was ready for a fight, if needed, after all, always. “I thought it was only polite to…return your toys to you, though I broke them,” a faint, dark smirk played on his lips. “The next time you do this, I will do worse than this to you.”

[earelloxtiruvai]

Demon hunting-Istariel/Astarte [closed thread]

It was hardly the first time the warlock did this sort of thing; it would not be the last, either, Istariel sighed to herself, muttering a spell under her breath.

Some sort of powerful demon had taken up residence in the middle of these lands, her information had said. Nothing new there, really, was it?

Only she had hardly expected to come across what seemed like a solid gold temple in the middle of what she knew to be barren, inhospitable lands; and she had most definitely not expected armed guards and a veritable army of supplicants crowding the entrance to said temple, each clamouring to serve the ‘goddess.’

The redhead watched the proceedings through sharp, narrowed eyes for a long while before deciding that she, at least, needed another way in. If this was indeed a demon...it was a powerful one, she was aware of that.

Nothing a warlock, trained to deal with this sort of thing, couldn’t handle, though. She figured she could banish or bind...or kill, if things got too out of control; presumably that would negate the creature’s influence on the poor folls clustering beyond their gates.

Istariel snapped her fingers and one of her own minions appeared next to her, a dark void portal shimmering back into oblivion as the creature, a massive winged being with claws and fangs towered over her, straightening, already poised for a fight.

The dark corridor she had found herself in- having snuck into the construct, opened up into brightly lit chambers, the walls themselves gilded with gold. Handmaidens and servants-all attractive young humans, barely dressed-occupied the space; none paid any mind to her, which was curious.

The warlock paused, spotting the center of everyone’s attention easily enough. The woman, clad in gold herself, managed to glitter more than the gilded room around her and, for the briefest moment, Istariel paused, just staring at her. 

Then she shook her head, recovering her senses. There was magic at work here, she reminded herself, Nothing she saw was real, in all likelihood. 

“Watch my back,” she murmured to her demon guardian, the creature nodding with a somewhat concerned hum; he clearly didn’t like this at all either, she thought, as she drew closer to  the gold-clad female, her guardian falling behind her to do as asked. 

“You. my lady, are a very hard woman to meet,” the warlock stated smoothly, her tone diffident. “Fascinating place you’ve set up here.”

[zatniktael]

//Insulting your Mum Malek :P

how dare, the Goa’uld are truly evil

[zatniktael]

"How many Tok'ra did Egeria spawn? Thousands perhaps, tell me, how many remain now? A few hundred?

The remark stung bitterly, but it was recognizable for what it was even as he suppressed the urge to rise in defiance of that venomous gloating. The Goa’uld had murdered so many of Malek’s brothers and sisters. It was impossible to remember all of the names at what funerals they cold perform.

Nonetheless, he would not show weakness to this ancient evil. Malek inhaled sharply, then tilted his chin upwards with belligerent pride. “Not all of our number were spawned of Egeria,” he chose to reply informatively, downplaying that such turns were rare and had not occurred for some time now. “So long as the Goa’uld live to commit acts of atrocity, the Tok’ra will remain.”