Malek of Tok'ra

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[sartorialadventure]

AF Vandevorst, spring/summer 2014

[sekhmetsays-moved]

1 and 8 for "Ask about my OC!"

1. What is their worst fear?

Sekhmet’s worst fear would be the wrath of Apophis if he ever found out that she doesn’t truly want to fight for him any longer even though she keeps up her act for the sole reason of survival. For now. Other than that, she has few fears, but the fear of being completely and utterly alone, which already is something she has to deal with. She’s also pretty damn afraid of failure, this because there is little room for errors in her occupation.

8. What is something they really hate?

She hates it when people get in her way when she wants to or needs to get something done. It infuriates her. She also hates surprises and being alone.

[zatniktael]

themonstrovs‌:

she had asked, because even now, in times of war and uncertainty, it was important to remember how you felt, even if you had to do things you wouldn’t normally do — kill, for instance. it was more important to talk about such things, rather than to swallow them and internalize them whole. she had mixed feelings on being out there, in danger, in the thick of things.

she stayed quiet and listened, while malek’s host spoke, without interrupting or asking questions he surely knew she probably had on the tip of her tongue. when he finished, she dipped her chin in appreciation for the knowledge and conversation, knowing that their work was highly valued, and took no short measure of skill and strength.

‘ well, i am thankful for both of you being out there. with any luck, our alliance with the tau’ri will bring the system lords to a lower number, and perhaps, one day, we can all go back to having.. ‘ she paused. ‘ normal lives. whatever that means. ‘ neither host nor symbiote were sure what kind of life they’d lead, having been in the thick of things since as far back as they can remember. living in a village, with a job and chores, sleeping in a house that didn’t need to be collapsed on itself in times of attack — it was a foreign thought, a far off dream. 

Malek had no conception of a life beyond this, spawned after Egeria had already been declared an enemy of the System Lords, and raised to maturity with the uncertainty he ever would. And Pelegian also knew that the world he had called home was dead, and that centuries ( if not millennia ) had been taken from his people as they recovered from the global apocalypse the Goa’uld had delivered to them.

The host gave Ma’at a light smile that almost but didn’t quite reach the squint of his eyes. “Of course. Those are our goals. Tell me, what were you before being blended?”

He didn’t mean to churn up any unpleasant memories, as most hosts did have such of previous existences, but it was perhaps a little mean-spirited to ask in the interest of forcing her to compare. They had been irreparably changed by this war, and Anash surely could not be asked to share in whatever fantasy that Ma’at was indulging in.

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glowingeyedgoddess‌:

Strong fingers wrapped around her arm, and although she tried to drive her elbow back into him, snarling savagely, her leverage wasn’t right and she cried out in bitter pain as her host’s arm broke, desperation beginning to grow as she felt her kara’kesh ripped from her hand.

He backed off and she used the time to recover, forcing her host to begin to heal, detaching herself from the pain receptors so that her vessel’s agony no longer bothered her. The pulse of the ribbon device knocked her to one side, and she scrambled to right herself, cursing the voluminous silks that hindered her movement.

The glow of what should be her own kara’kesh filled her vision and her eyes glowed in venomous fury, a stream of energy shooting out even as her body rippled into invisibility, her personal cloak activating. Astarte was already lunging forward, invisible and enraged, her hands trying to wrap around and rip out the Tok’ra’s throat.

He had hoped to get a lock on her mind with the weapon, but it had barely kissed at her forehead with its churning energy lash before she disappeared and lunged. Kree shac! He had no time! Astarte must die for this!

Malek reflexively threw his already raised forearm across to shield himself and grasp at air, but he was thrown back in a stagger by her enraged form. A solid form he could feel, even as sharp fingernails clawed and tore at his throat and collar, and certain at least of a general location he backhanded her with a symbiotic roar of desperation and tried to at least toss her free.

His survival was dependent on escaping now, before either her spawn or her guards could come upon this bloody melee. He sought the first chance he could to run.

[atlantisdoodle]

06.10.18, a tel’tak for the advent calendar

[bonesingerofyme-loc]

Tok’ra: ‘We’ve been fighting the Goa’uld for centuries, because our broodmother was ideologically opposed to them on a biological level. We’ve all been imprinted with her intentions to overthrow the twisted System Lords and feel it is our duty to redeem our species. 

You, meanwhile, have been living freely on your own world, away from the entire galaxy, able to pursue whatever future your species wants to determine for themselves. You have no stake in this war. You could bury your Stargate and never endanger your world again. You wouldn’t have to sacrifice lives for planets that aren’t yours and people that don’t even know you. Why do you care?’

The SGC: ‘Well, because they’re dicks, see.’

[ttinycourageous]

Markus Alexander in every episode  Jeremiah s01e08 Firewall

[pdlcomics]

Space Snake

[zatniktael]

Good Fences

@empathicstars

“Log of Specialist Leigh, aboard the tritanium ore ship USS Enlightenment. Friday, August 09, 2126. Fourth day since encountering the alien device. Our cargo tanks are full and we have yet not elicited a response from the object.”

          "The oscillations still appear to be regular," Jessica observed, reaching forward to give the side of one of her screens a encouraging thump to try and unfreeze some of the wave data. "It's slower though, and I don't think the problem is on our end. Check this out while I look at the sensors."

She extracted herself from the dangling straps of her harness and let the other woman take her seat.

Jessica caught hold of the tricorder by the door, a bulky antique that clicked with continuous static, and headed aft towards the sensor batteries. She heaved the unit up onto one of the metal housings and begun calibrating it to help her tune the system to focus on tachyons.

The ore freighter had encountered the alien technology by its exotic radiation transmissions. At first the white-etched, many-sided orb had reminded Jessica of old pictures she'd seen of deep sea mines-- devices used in ancient conflicts to destroy submersible war machines. To imagine that an advanced alien race might utilize such a device in space did not seem far-fetched at all; and indeed another voice inside her head reminded her that such things did indeed exist out in the universe.

Just in case, they had retracted the Enlightenment’s relatively delicate warp nacelles into atmospheric configuration and maneuvered into a slow orbit a safe distance away using the landing thrusters. That had been days ago, however, and the mysterious object had allowed them to run increasingly invasive tests and diagnostics without threat.

In fact, yesterday, the captain had gone out in one of the EVA suits and attached some recorder antennae to the device’s hull and tried to get a sample of its surface. While he couldn’t extract any of the material with the tools he brought, they had determined it was of an advanced alloy-- which did little but confirm the suspicion that an unknown spacefaring civilization had created it. Perhaps they could at least bring back a new process for refining tritanium.

The device was likely a beacon, or buoy of some kind. Still, it emitted regular pulses of exotic particles that Jessica knew had time-dilation properties, though she could not explain to her crewmates how she knew. The Enlightenment, regardless of name, had no lab resources well-suited to much beyond metallurgy and basic astrophysics, and the best she could do was point the rest of her associates towards the right answers.

“Jessica! Get here right now!” Vega shouted, and Jessica dropped what she was doing and charged back towards the command centre. She saw the sharp peaks on the monitors before she even glanced at the forward viewscreen. The device was visibly drawing an aura of energy around itself, and with a spike of fear that wasn’t purely her own, she realized it’d been wrong to dismiss the device as dangerous.

Malek, the name to the normally distant memories in the back of her mind, surged forward a fully-formed and active personality unexpectedly and seized control of their shared body with a dominating force that abruptly made Jessica feel inescapably submerged in a shocking, icy depth that crushed her movements and closed over her head. He’d never taken over her like this! He’d promised he never would.

Vega did not notice the shift in Jessica Leigh’s personality as the metallurgist bodily hauled her out of the seat and began flipping power system switches online. “Captain! The device is powering up to deliver a surge in T-minus 4--” Malek exclaimed in Jessica's own voice, smashing the shipwide intercom and pressing the sequence of colored buttons that activated the heat shields. He was reaching to help Vega with the helm controls when everything exploded.

There was a blinding pulse of light that overloaded all the screens, before resolving again slowly in flickering bands. Malek froze, gazing up at the viewscreen. An incredibly advanced vessel had just appeared all too closely to the ore freighter had seemed to be summoned-- or perhaps transported-- by the beacon.

[zatniktael]

To Crush a Serpent

[zatniktael]

themonstrovs‌:

she was wary, cautious, perhaps even paranoid. cutting a glance to the remaining jaffa, she spoke in a clear tone that brooked no argument. ‘ jaffa, kree! leave us. ‘ they bowed their heads and left, backing out, never turning their backs on their true god. she watched them for a moment before turning to look at malek, fire in her eyes.

‘ and why have you come to me, and not a momentarily more powerful system lord? surely my thin ranks cannot impress you much, nor my sparse fleet. ‘ it was true, she was still building herself up from the ground, but she had learned much in her time on earth, among the tau’ri.

she turned to walk away from him, soft white fabric brushing the floor as she strode slowly back towards her throne, but did not sit in it. ‘ you do not think yu, or ba’al would be more to your advantage? ‘ setesh had not killed isis because she was his sister, and he did not kill osiris because he thought of him as a brother — he could not bring himself to do the one thing isis would have readily done to him.

"It is true that Ba'al would look upon my previous allegiance with favor," he answered. "But System-Lord Ba'al already has many servants, and even one such as myself would have to do much to receive appropriate recognition.”

Malek’s offer was not uncommon among the lesser Goa’uld. It was an incentive to take particularly risky and tumultuous alliances in order to seize power. He bowed his head respectfully as she made her paces. “’Momentarily’ is key, your radiance. If you have truly returned from the dead and have begun recruiting, I believe it may be far more advantageous to serve you.”

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themonstrovs‌:

‘ then he shouldn’t waste any time here, if that is the case. he.. and you, are one of the best. we know that. ‘ they took the corridors slowly, winding around the corners and maneuvering around other people, ma’at always did like slow, conversational walks. ‘ we depend on those of you who go into the hearts of danger.. ‘ sometimes, anash wished she could go too, but her skills were needed elsewhere.

‘ is it exciting, being out in the field? or is it terrifying? or some combination of both? ‘ she had to live vicariously through other tok’ra, if she ever hoped to have some semblance of a life, stuck in science labs and boring council meetings, which she never knew amounted to anything; the decisions made their rarely affected her, only the operatives out in the field, the thick of things.

He was stunned by her question for a few seconds, and shot a puzzled look at her to gauge her seriousness. “I-- ah-- “ he began a few times awkwardly, trying to format how he would answer such a thing. No one had ever asked how he felt about the missions. It was his job.

“It’s unpleasant,” he settled upon politely, reorienting his gaze to watch where they were striding as they spoke. It was in the nature of being a Tok’ra to have to often explain what they were and experienced to others, and it made sense to describe a role that even another one of their own had not participated in. When Pelagian spoke he used his hands to gesture, something his symbiote seldom did.

“Malek has been cultivating the role of a Goa’uld biotechnician. Sometimes he is forced to commit to acts that neither of us would prefer to have on our consciences to preserve the subterfuge. Most operations are rather slow-paced, as the Goa’uld do not give trust freely, and most of Malek’s competency is scientific.” He glanced back at Ma’at, a flicker of guarded uncertainty crossing his expression, and he lifted a hand to stop any comment she had before he could finish.

“It is far riskier to deviate what is expected of our roles these days, and many Tok’ra have been exposed in the last few months. I will not argue about whether or not every mission Malek has ever taken was justified or without error. To answer your question: there is little action unless something is going terribly wrong, and then-- yes. I suppose there is fear.”

[star-wars-fashion]

Outfit for Chantique

Balmain Fall/Winter 2016

[persephonememes]

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. 

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ How many people have you killed? ❜

❛ History is a strong word. It was more of a… dalliance. ❜

❛ Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all? ❜

❛ I don’t want to live without you and after this I won’t have to.  ❜

❛ No one will ever keep us apart again. ❜

❛ Men in general like to win. ❜

❛ Well, your taste in men always did leave something to be desired. ❜

❛ In the darkest of times you were my conscience. ❜

❛ The more we try to help each other, the more harm we do. ❜

❛ I lose everyone I love. ❜

❛ What odd turns our lives have taken. ❜

❛ I don’t give my heart or give up easily. ❜

❛ You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor. ❜

❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜

❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

❛ I never said I was a good man, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.❜

❛ Love is never simple. Not that I’m any expert. ❜

❛ Are you wearing mink-lined boots? ❜

❛ Well if I have to run I want to look good doing it. ❜

❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜

❛ Maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves. ❜

❛ If the price is my life, I will give it. ❜

❛ I can’t bear to think about a future anymore, not without you. ❜

❛ What good is right or wrong if you’re dead? ❜

❛ Men don’t like taking orders from women. ❜

❛ And real love never fades, not truly. ❜

❛ Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us. ❜

❛ Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury. ❜

❛ If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself. ❜

❛ I will spill blood to defend what’s mine. ❜

❛ Men forget, that woman have ears. ❜

❛ Duels only lead to dead men, not respect. ❜

❛ I am trying to be better! ❜

❛ You’re a monster. ❜

❛ You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape. ❜

❛ I opened my heart to a liar. ❜

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[sgrewatch]

[ttinycourageous]

The Limbs Salesman (2004)

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To Crush a Serpent

[zatniktael]

themonstrovs‌:

she wasn’t as ignorant as he might think — sure, she hasn’t had her hand in the politics of the system lords for as long as the others, but the jaffa she had gotten from various goa’ulds had filled her in, kept her appraised. she eyed him with those eerie eyes of hers — that golden amber seemed to glow, absent the flash of a goa’uld, and she didn’t look quite human. brow pulled together above her eyes, and she looked at him, wary, suspicious.

‘ your very gift of gratitude could be one of subterfuge.. how am i to know you were not sent here to blow up what i have built here, for another system lord? ‘ isis intended to take back what she claimed as hers, even if it meant slaughtering every goa’uld and jaffa in the galaxy. 

‘ you could be a tok’ra, you could be allied with the tau’ri. there are any number of reasons you sought me out, your worthless god notwithstanding. ‘ her dress pooled at her feet, as she moved back and forth, gesturing for her first prime to instruct the others to go seize the man’s ship, and anything inside. once the room was slightly less crowded, isis returned her attention to this malek. 

‘ i may have been thought dead, but i am not ignorant. i have not been engaging in the petty squabbles as they have been, i have been trying to return myself to the rank i held, before setesh banished me. ‘ she had bristled at the fact that he had so easily found her, that she needed to take a deep breath to calm herself down, and not rush into things. ‘ prove to me you are not an enemy and i may yet let you stay. ‘ 

"Your wish is my command," he answered, with a blink and furrow in his brow. He bristled at her suspicions, but he swiftly rose to stand before her. "I served as a biotechnician, but should your aspirations be higher for me, I am certain I shall rise to the challenge. What proof should you require?”

So she had been exiled by Setesh. Tok’ra intelligence in that regard had not been entirely certain, if it had been most likely. It seemed still incredible to Malek that the long lost System-Lord had not sought to better destroy his enemies and ensure Isis and Osiris’ deaths.

He inhaled sharply with a symbiotic rasp, and with a proud tilt of his chin he added a few more words in his defense. “You command my loyalty, do not doubt that. I am neither deviant nor a slave to human rebels. I possess secrets of the Goa’uld that would only further your ambition, my lady.”