"Human Speech"

"Symbiote Speech"

'Thoughts'

~Parseltongue~

Rise of Thoth

Chapter 1

New Host

Earth Orbit

Thoth swore under his breath as he stormed through the corridors of his lord Klorel's Ha'tak.

'How dare that impertinent brat dismiss me. I am far older and wiser than he.'

He strode by a squad of jaffa, the jaffa making way as one of their gods passed them by. Thoth let a small smirk through on his otherwise impassive face.

'Good. At least the jaffa know their place. Unlike that idiot son of Apophis.'

Thoth knew of Apophis's intentions. He planned to bomb the Tau'ri into submission. His smirk widened at his next thought. The Tau'ri have apparently found and begun to operate the Stargate, causing massive headaches for Apophis. They even managed to infiltrate this ship, despite now residing in a holding cell. Impressive if he does say so himself. Humans have always impressed him with their ingenuity and their drive to survive. They knew when to bow down to a being far stronger and more powerful than them but also knew when to fight for their right to survive, to live. As he had said, impressive.

Thoth was forced from his thoughts as he arrived at the computer access and control room. He had work to do. Ignoring the two jaffa standing guard, he strode into the room, quickly moving over to the main computer terminal. He immediately set to work. Klorel's firewall and security measures to prevent any unauthorized access to the main computer, was lacking at best and downright insulting at the worst. Thoth scoffed in disgust.

'See, incompetence. It is almost too easy.'

Thoth copied and transferred as much of the information in the database to a storage crystal as he could. He then wiped his actions from the computer's memory, before copying what was….requested, of him, before turing and leaving, pocketing both crystals.

Once outside the computer room, he decided to head to his quarters before returning to the presence of the brat.

Five minutes later found Thoth within his quarters gearing up. He dressed in rather utilitarian clothes, nothing lavish. He equipped a golden kara'kesh, a hand device, on his left arm, the metal of the device reacting to the naquadah in his blood, becoming more fluid in nature and allowing full articulation of the wrist. He equipped a hara'kesh on his right hand, smirking at the thought of giving Klorel a blast of the device. A Zat'nik'tel was placed in a concealed holster and a healing device was concealed within a hidden pouch, along with other pieces of technology and equipment.

He stared at his reflection in the full length mirror, frowning at the age his host was showing. Grey hair, skin beginning to wrinkle. Blue eyes dulled with age, despite his ability to grant better than perfect eyesight. Chances are he will need a new host soon. He rubbed his hand through his hair to remove a few knots, still frowning at the mirror.

'This is it,' he thought, 'Time for my power play.'

He steeled his emotions and walked swiftly out of his quarters and towards the Pel'tak, where that buffon of a young lord awaits him.

"Ah Thoth, you have returned," Klorel stated as he spotted Thoth stride into the Pel'tak.

Klorel must admit that he was quite jealous of Thoth, the favour he holds in his father's eyes. That was why he took every opportunity to rub it in Thoth's face that his father had given him command of this ship.

"Lord Klorel."

Klorel noticed the unease in the jaffa within the Pel'tak at Thoth's tone of voice, quite deeper than most goa'ulds, but he ignored it.

"Come! Witness the power of your lord and god!"

Klorel never noticed the look on Thoth's face, nor the flash of gold tinged white glow in his eyes. He never saw the wave of energy heading straight for his back, until he was slammed face first into the control panel.

'First the Tau'ri and now Thoth. My father be damned I will kill the old fool,' Klorel raged within his mind. He ignored the whispered remark from his host. He will conquer this host later.

He looked up, eyes glowing, to see the jaffa fighting it out between them and the retreating form of Thoth and a few traitorous jaffa with him.

"Jaffa Kree!"

Thoth strode, not ran, gods do not run, all the way to the ring room. His few loyal jaffa were picked off one by one by the fresher, younger forces loyal only to Apophis. The Serpent Guards also proved to be quite formidable opponents. His plan to create a distraction went off without any problems, though his failure to kill the brat put him in a foul mood.

'Damn the jaffa who threw himself in front of the Zat blasts!'

Thoth had blasted Klorel into the control panel with his hand device, erecting his personal shield to take the staff blasts from the jaffa guards. He quickly pulled out his Zat and fired two shots straight at Klorel. One of the jaffa decided to protect his god and threw himself in front of the blasts. Thoth could do no more as he was forced to retreat by the arrival of Serpent Guard reinforcements.

Thoth made it to the ring room under heavy fire, his shield stopping most of the staff blasts. He had his two only remaining jaffa stand guard while he went to the control panel to program the rings, though he had to deactivate his shield in order to interact with the ring controls. He had to find a set of functioning rings on the planet below, preferably in a temperate region where humans will most likely be inhabiting. He picked a set at random when the battle outside intensified. Setting a small explosive device behind to detonate if anyone tried to find the location he ringed to, he turned to step onto the rings. Two staff blasts suddenly impacted his back. He had his shield back up within seconds and turned to see his assailant, despite the intense pain. The shots had been deep.

He watched the Serpent Guard who managed to force his way passed his jaffa and fire the shots, get taken down by said jaffa. His two remaining jaffa were swiftly shot down by enemy jaffa. He swore, he had no reinforcements. He quickly activated the rings before the enemy jaffa swarmed his location. He was suddenly swooped away by the matter stream in a blinding flash of light.

Planetside

Thoth appeared with a flash of light within a darkened room that screamed storage room. He knew he was within a Tau'ri facility, he just didn't know what kind or what kind of resistance he was expected to meet. He stared around at the wooden boxes, obviously storage containers of some kind.

He crept slowly towards what appeared to be a door, cheering internally that he was correct, and soon found himself within a well lit office. A Tau'ri office but and office nonetheless.

'It seems even the Tau'ri are plagued by paperwork,' he thought, laughing internally.

He heard noise coming from the next room over, beyond a door with a frosted glass window. He had to be discreet and as stealthy as possible. A challenge with two painful holes burned into his back. In fact, now that he thought about, the pain from his injuries was quite severe.

'Did the jaffa really manage to do that much damage?'

He closed his eyes to do a quick mental check and paled in horror. His host was beyond his ability to repair. Even with the healing device it was a longshot. It was a miracle he was even standing. He leaned against the desk, a wave of dizziness flowing through his mind. He was brought from his slight panic by a whispered voice from the other room.

A figure appeared by the door and seemed to hesitate before entering. Thoth hid in a way that the door and a some sort of metal wardrobe would hide him. Thoth watched as the man, no boy, entered the room with a….stick, of all things, drawn. He appeared to be sneaking, obviously he was not authorized to be here either. Perfect.

Thoth moved out from his hiding spot, stealthily gliding towards the boy, who was now waving the stick at one of those large metal wardrobes.

'What is the purpose of the stick? Some type of technology?'

Thoth mentally shrugged, fighting off another wave of dizziness. He thought on how to get the boys attention. He smirked as he thought of how. He approached within striking distance and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Hello gorgeous, what are you doing here? This area is for authorized personnel only."

Thoth hid a smirk as the boy spun around in fright, verdant eyes wide with shock, stick held in a white knuckled grasp, pointing straight at Thoth. Before the boy could utter a word, Thoth was on him, his losing feeling in his legs forcing him into action. Thoth grabbed the boys head, his arms locking the boys arms at his sides, forcing his lips to the boys and kissed the boy for all he was worth.

The boys shock caused him to open his mouth, exactly as Thoth had planned. Locking his hosts muscles in place, he swiftly detached from the brain stem and forced his way out through the back of the throat. He quickly passed from his hosts mouth and into the boys, cutting through the back of the boys throat and wrapping himself around the boys spine. As quickly as he could he attached himself to the boys brainstem, forcing the boy to lose consciousness, as it will be easier to get to a safer location first before trying to blend with his new host.

Opening his new eyes he looked into the blank stare of his former host. Frowning in disgust, he forced himself from the grasp of his previous host. His previous host collapsed, blood pooling in his mouth. Sighing, Thoth quickly began to relieve his former host of all his technology, equipping it all again. Not having a chance to review his new hosts condition, he dispensed just enough naquadah based proteins to work his technology and quickly set to work devesting his former host.

Once his former host was devoid of everything but his ruined clothing, Thoth disintegrated him with his Zat. It was time to find a safe location to blend properly. He bent to pick up the stick his new host dropped, placing it in his pocket, as he swiftly left the room.

'Museum' the words of his new host supplied, he was in a museum. He quickly ravaged his hosts short term memory, frowning in incomprehension at some of the thoughts.

'The stick is called a wand, whatever that is? Grimmauld Place? A safe location. Directions? Ah there it is. I am in a large city, London? He was on some sort of quest? Okay, that is enough for now, until I reach this, Grimmauld Place.'

Zigzagging through corridors before reaching the exit, Thoth quickly left the British Museum and out into the bustling streets of London. He was intent on heading in the direction of Grimmauld Place, which just so happened to be a short walk away. Thoth smirked, he had a new host and a new place to stay to plot his next course of action. Perfect.

London, Earth

Harry James Potter, the almost eighteen year old wizard, raged internally as he wove his way through the streets of London. He has spent almost a year hunting for the Dark Tossers Horcruxes, only for his former best friend to abandon him and his other best friend to die. Dear, sweet, well meaning Hermione had stuck by Harry for most of the hunt, only to be killed by a stray spell during their last skirmish with snatchers. Blood Freezing Curse. Harry never studied the dark arts so he knew not of the counter, if one even existed. Thankfully her death was swift, she was dead before Harry could even fully check her over. He swore at the thought, long since becoming immune to loss.

'Damn you Wealsey, you should have been there to watch our backs, but no. You had to go home to mummy because you weren't getting fed enough. It's not like the whole wizarding world is at stake here.'

Harry cursed his former best friends name. Two months. Two months, that is how long he had been alone for. Harry had moved back to Grimmauld Place, returning the now destroyed locket to Kreacher, much to the old elf's delight. Kreacher now served Harry, having reinstated basic wards around Grimmauld Place to prevent tracking charms and the like form finding the place.

Harry took some time to study in the Black library. Increasing his knowledge in magic. That was until he had gotten a new lead on the location of a Horcrux. Imagine his surprise when it was but a few minutes walk from Grimmauld place in the British Museum. Harry could only guess why old Moldyshorts would place a Horcrux there. Harry had sent a messenger patronus off to inform the not so deceased headmaster of his discovery, omitting his location as was protocol.

Harry had discovered, just before he set off on the Horcrux hunt, that Dumbledore's death was all a charade, a clever charade to trick Riddle into moving into the open. Despite the hurt at not being in on the scheme, Harry understood now that he does not need to know everything, incase he is ever compromised. The damn connection with the Riddles mind being as strong as ever.

It was now open warfare between the dark and light forces, with the Order keeping the Death Eaters busy while Harry undertakes his mission to destroy Riddles soul anchors. Harry hopes an unsuspecting Death Eater crosses his path, he wishes to show them just what he has been learning within Grimmauld Place.

Harry used a disillusionment charm to sneak into the museum, scent and magic concealing charms for added safety. He passed a lazy guard, napping at his desk. It was far too easy. Heading deeper within the museum, he used his connection with Voldemort to triangulate the Horcruxes location. He unlocked an office door and entered, searching by a filing cabinet for the Horcrux, questions zipping through his mind.

'Why would Voldemort hide one here? Did he even leave it here or was it moved here by muggles, being unaware of what it was? Who knows.'

Harry spun around in shock when someone suddenly spoke to him.

"Hello gorgeous, what are you doing here? This area is for authorized personnel only," came the smooth baritone.

'How could he see through the charms?'

Standing before him was an older, though still quite handsome man. Blue eyes, long grey hair and skin beginning to wrinkle. The eyes were surprisingly alert. The look in them promised something bad for Harry, he knew it.

Before Harry could react to utter a curse, the man was on him. Kissing him! He was too shocked to do anything, not that he could as the man, with surprising strength, held him in place. He felt something enter his mouth, then a sharp pain at the back of his throat before everything went black. Harry Potter knew no more.

London, Earth

Thoth stared at the rather decrepit building before him. Number twelve Grimmauld Place was, to say the least, in poor condition. Thoth was unsure why anyone would choose to live here but it promised safety, so he will stay here for the time being. He approached the door, black paint caked and flaking off. He turned his nose up in disgust before removing the house key and unlocking the door.

With a hard shove he pushed the door open and entered. The entrance hall was dimly lit, though it appears someone went to the effort of cleaning, despite it still being heavily laden with dust. He stealthily entered the house, closing the door behind him, before heading for the stairs. He intends to lie down before attempting to blend with his new host, so he heads for the stairs.

'First floor, second door on the right,' his hosts mind provides a location.

As he reaches the first floor landing, a voice stops him dead. He snaps around to face the direction the raspy voice came from.

"Master Harry has arrived," said the ugliest looking creature Thoth has ever seen.

Thoth stared at the creature in disbelief, he does not recall such a creature ever inhabiting the Tau'ri world back when Ra ruled here. 'House elf' his hosts supplied. The creature seemed to be ill at ease at the way he stared at it, shaking slightly. That was before the creature suddenly snapped its eyes towards his.

"You are not Master Harry!" the creature accused, taking some sort of defensive stance with some sort of cooking implement.

Thoth had had enough, with his eyes glowing brightly, startling the poor creature, he bellowed out, "No I am not you insolent beast! I am the great god Thoth, your god. You will show respect."

The creature seemed terrified, if not awed. It dared not anger it's new master for it still felt the master/elf bond. Thoth was pulled from his outburst by another voice screeching. The voice came from a …..portrait?

'What in Sokar's name is going on here?'

"Mudbloods! Blood Traitors! Half Breeds! Sullying the House of Black! I will have none in this house! Mudbloods! Blood…."

The woman in the portrait trailed off when she noticed Thoth was now staring at her, eyes glowing in irritation and surprise. She noticed the creature cowering by his feet. She paled under his gaze before rushing off out of the portrait.

'Okay, I definitely need to blend. This is just too much. I have never, in all my long years experienced anything like this. Perhaps my host will have an explanation.'

Thoth stormed towards the bedroom, smashing the door nearly off its hinges as he entered. He turned towards the creature….house elf his host had called it. It appeared to be a servant. Good. Perhaps it will obey his commands.

"You!" he snapped at the house elf, the elf cowered by the open door, ears flopped down, eyes wide open. Disgusting.

"I will not be disturbed. You will do everything in your power to keep me safe. You serve me now. Do you understand?"

The elf nearly fell over in its attempt at answering. Pathetic.

"Off you go then!"

Once the being left, Thoth closed the door, eyeing the bed. Laying upon it, not daring to remove his weapons from his person. He delved down into his hosts mind to blend. What was waiting for him shocked him completely.

Thoth awoke from the blending shocked, awed and incredibly giddy. He had done what he usually did when taking a host, he destroyed their consciousness first, then assimilated their thoughts and memories. The nearly eighteen year old Harry Potter had no hope against a ten thousand year old symbiote. Magic. Honest to Sokar magic. A genuine Hok'tar. He was far too giddy, perhaps it was this magic. Oh he could feel it, empowering him, amplified by the naquadah in his blood. Raw power. He was intrigued, with but a word he could kill, maim, hurt, punish or save someone's life. Oh the power he had access to, and there was a whole community of these hok'tar living on this fair world. Apophis was a fool for attempting to wipe them all out.

On that thought he wondered why he was still alive, almost twelve hour had passed, if Apophis had begun his attacks he should be lying in a smoldering ruin by now. Anyhow, that is not important right now. What is important is this magic.

He was shocked to find that his host was harbouring the echo of another within him, one Tom Marvolo Riddle. Thoth had ripped that consciousness apart also and raided the thoughts and memories. The knowledge of magic he had now surpassed many on this planet, he speculated. All the better to subjugate them with. But first, he will need to plan. Oh he was just so giddy.

Dark Lord's Lair, England

Lord Voldemort, self proclaimed Dark Lord, had had a horrible night. His previous evening had been filled with the usual Death Eater meetings, listening to reports from his minions and punishing disobedience. The meeting had just finished, his inner circle gathering to give their reports when he felt it. An itch, an itch coming from his link to the Potter brat. The itch became pain, the pain became agony. Soon he was on the ground writhing in pain. His inner circle were shocked to see a black, ghostly link between their lord and a faraway distance become visible before snapping.

After this had happened their lord rose on shaky legs, returning to his throne. Voldemort ignored the enquiries from his minions, focused solely on his link with Potter brat. The link was gone. Reviewing what had transpired, he felt the sheer agony come from the link, followed by a boys cry of pain. The boy was dead, this was the only explanation. Voldemort cackled madly, frightening his inner circle. He crowed out.

"Harry Potter is dead. Hahaha.."

His cries of pleasure soon turned to anger.

"Who….who dared steal my kill. He was mine and mine alone."

Voldemort failed to notice the rapidly paling Severus Snape. Voldemort raged on.

"My..my lor.." Lucius Malfoy never got to finish before he was targeted by his lord's fury.

"CRUCIO!" Voldemort whispered harshly.

As Lucius spasmed on the ground Severus Snape dared to speak up.

"My Lord, it may be prudent that I report to Dumbledore. The old man may yet know what has happened."

Voldemort nodded, agreeing. He dismissed Snape, lifting the cruciatus curse.

"DISMISSED!" he bellowed, his inner circle disapparating away, most still in shock.

Voldemort was lost in thoughts about how the brat died and who killed him.

'I will recruit this man and then crucio him for his impudence.'

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat upon his golden throne with his head in his hands, sobbing. The others present were not so far off in similar states. Minerva McGonagall had silent tears pouring from her eyes. Filius Flitwick was sat solemnly, in deep thought. Severus Snape, after giving his report, was standing, rather pale looking, in the corner staring off into the distance. The Weasley twins were attempting to aide their father in consoling their mother, who in her grief had gone silent in shock, fighting back their own tears. Nymphadora, call me Tonks, was trying in vain to console the grieving werewolf beside her. Remus Lupin, after hearing the news, had howled in pure sorrow, channeling Mooney, before sobbing hysterically about his lost cub. The other surviving Order members were silent, in respect or with grief.

It was true, Harry Potter had died. Though, unknownst to the Order or Voldemort, in his place was a being of great power and capable of great evils. They of course, are oblivious to that and rightfully mourning for the boy they knew.

London, Earth

Thoth made his way into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, throwing a smirk at the frightened portrait of Walburga Black on his way by. Within he had found the house elf, coincidently named Kreacher much to his amusement, which he wished to have total obedience from.

"Kreacher," he snapped.

The house elf dropped the many copper pots it was holding, jumping in fright.

"Yes master lord god Thoth sir," the pitiful creature whined.

Thoth was inwardly amused at the title.

"Kreacher. As you master, I command you to tidy and clean this dwelling up. To hire more servants and to procure me some clothing befitting a noble in this Wizarding World. Do you understand?"

Kreacher nodded his head vehemently. Thoth smiled at him, earning an awed look before Kreacher popped away.

Thoth sat at the head of the table, contemplating his next moves. He could attempt to subjugate this world, a feat that could easily be done. Alas he has not the resources to do so, nor the resources to hold the world after he has conquered it.

'What I need is a jaffa army and a fleet.'

Thinking deeply, Thoth ignored the pop signally the return of Kreacher. A cleared throat attracts his attention. He snaps his eyes to look at Kreacher. The elf is prostrated before him, amusing him slightly, he may have overdone it with the dramatics.

"Yes?"

"Kreacher has brought master lord god his new clothes. Is there being anything master lord god be needings?"

"No, dismissed."

Kreacher popped away to do who knows what. Thoth brought the clothes to the room he had stayed in the night previously. Shedding his clothes, he stood naked before a full length mirror taking in his hosts looks with a look of appreciation.

'Hmm quite nice. Though the malnourishment has taken its toll.'

Quickly dressing in the new clothing items, figuring out what was what from Tom Riddle's memories, he equipped his technology, before turning his attention on the wand. This little stick used to channel all that power. He smirked.

Searching through the bag of stuff Kreacher had obtained, he removed a wand holster. Fitting it to his wrist, he placed the wand within, test drawing it until he had the action down to a split second. Now it was time to scour the Black family library for anything useful.

Two days later, Thoth decided to make his move. He planned on heading to what is now called Egypt, to search for any hidden escape ships left behind. His first task was to acquire a bag with extended space enchantments, much like the bag Harry Potter's deceased friend Hermione Granger had. Kreacher had acquired one, saying it was of Black family design, meaning it was bottomless. Thoth cackled at that.

Kreacher had defied previous orders from the Order of the Phoenix to remove dark objects and books from the Black house. Thoth had since packed copies of every book he would need into the expanded pouch. He had also acquired some basic potions and other pieces of wizarding equipment, placing it all inside the pouch. Kreacher had insisted he bring food too, keeping it all under stasis charms. Thoth was quite happy to oblige.

He gave instructions to lockdown the house and prevent access, but also to recruit those who would follow him. He told Kreacher just enough to get the elf to comply. Thoth was getting high off his new found power. He soon decided to leave the house, to apparate all the way to Egypt, not directly of course, but an apparition route Riddle had used decades ago. Wearing a black cloak that hide his features on over fine clothing, he left the House of Black.

Of course, the good luck had to be balanced by the bad. As soon as he had left the wards of Grimmauld Place he was attacked. Having not taken a full step beyond the ward boundaries, masked men began hurling curses at him. He was not impressed. Raising his shield, which worked surprisingly well against spell fire, he began firing back. He decided to keep his voice human for the time being.

"Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra, Sectumsempra, Bombarda, Crucio."

The spells flew from the wand which he wielded expertly thanks to Riddles memories, taking the masked men by surprise. They were all soon felled, with one still alive, slowly bleeding out. Thoth approached him.

"Who are you? Why do you attack me?"

His voice caused the man to shake in fear.

"Answer!" he demanded.

The man was far too afraid to answer. Thoth sighed.

"Legilimens"

He soon got his answer, Death Eaters. They were camping outside the known location of the house of Black, to capture anyone attempting to exit or enter. Shame that they failed. He pointed the holly wand at this Death Eater.

A series of pops interrupted his actions. Several individuals appeared, one he recognised straight away. The Order of the Phoenix had arrived. Upon seeing him they all pulled their wands, looking between him and the downed Death Eater with shock and was that hope. With his next two words he dashed that hope, much to his inner glee.

"Avada Kedavra," he said with a calm, clear human voice, loud enough for the order to hear.

They paled as the green light of death took the Death Eaters life, though the one with the artificial leg and eye he noted as Moody, looked on with grudging approval. Dumbledore did not appear happy with what just happened. Before he could be questioned, Thoth apparated away, bouncing around Britain a few times before heading across Europe, just to prevent anyone from tailing him.

"Albus?," Dumbledore looked to Remus Lupin, "That was Harry!"

Remus said, much to the Orders shock. Before they could protest he continued.

"But it wasn't him, his smell is different, foreign. It was but wasn't Harry. I cannot explain it. Could it have been his killer?"

Albus Dumbledore played with his beard as he contemplated what Remus had said, ignoring the outcry from the Order.

"Come, let us return to Hogwarts. We have much to do. Let us not dwell on what has occurred here."

The Order may never know how right Remus Lupin was that day.

Egypt, Earth

Thoth, after a few hours of apparition, arrived at a location he knew the goa'uld had once inhabited many thousands of years ago. Thanks to a few climate control charms, he did not feel a single bit of the scorching desert heat. He liked magic.

He pulled a device from his bag, one of the many he took with him from Klorel's ship, a scanner, designed to find naquadah power sources or naquadah ore. He began scanning, using apparition to lock on to targets. After four hours of searching and apparition, he found what he was looking for. A buried ship and the temple that served as it's landing pad. Perfect.

He used magic to unbury the entrance to the temple, entering once it was clear. He made his way to where he knew there would be a hidden control panel. Grinning at his success, he opened the panel, taking a few objects left behind by the ships owner, including another hand device. Activating his own hand device, he powered up the ship and ordered it to hover over the hidden ring platform, which he also powered up. He turned once the panel had retracted, raising his shield just in time for it to stop a stunner.

The squad of goblins facing him all looked shocked and awed at his display. They wouldn't get a chance to report his location or activities.

"Avada Kedavra."

The green light of the killing curse lit up the temple as Thoth fired the deadly course at the goblins, one after another. He did not know why these creature were here, only that there would be trouble if they figure him out.

He stepped under the rings before activating them, once all the goblins had been dealt with. Within the Tel'tak, he headed for the control room, sitting in the pilot's seat, he cloaked the ship as he prepared for takeoff. Zipping out of the atmosphere, he set a course for Dakara, a neutral trade world where the goa'uld trade between each other and recruit jaffa who no longer have masters to serve. He will return to the Tau'ri one day and when he does he will have an army to conquer them. He cackled madly as the ship shot into hyperspace.

This was a story to help kill some writers block. A bit of a plot bunny I had brewing at one point. May or may not be continued.