Disclaimer: I do not own the right to Stargate or Game of Thrones franchises, or any of the other characters in this story that belong to Dean Devlin, Roland Emmerich and George RR Martin respectively. But I did create some of my own characters for the story.
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Speech Note:
"Human Voice"
"Symbiote Voice"
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Authors Note:
This is a mad idea my brain rolled out, but a fun one, let's see where this goes? this is also going to be something completely new for me, my first ever crossover story, I really hope you enjoy it. I'll add one last note at the end, so see you there friends, Enjoy.
Prologue
Somewhere in the Milky Way Galaxy
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They say that great tragedy and disaster, befalls those who do nothing in the face of evil's machinations, that such inaction promotes the flourishing of wicked ways, that would grow heels of their own to run rampant anew. Yet though this be true, what when evil lays bound and bending the knee, left grovelling as befits its deceptive breed? What then, when the victor turns for one second?
Location: P3X-539 – Qulzuukar'el
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In a far-flung corner of the Milky Way galaxy drifted an ancient star, so old was it that it had long since expanded into a colossal red supergiant, swallowing most of the stellar matter and bodies that once revolved around it for countless billions of years. Leaving only a few pieces, of a once expansive asteroid belt, formed of failed planets during the birth of the star and three surviving planets, that were not swallowed by the sun's coronal expansion.
These planets survived only because of their great distance from their parent star, the first and closest of the planets is P3X-537. This planet barely survived the destruction of most of its solar system, orbiting so close to its parent star, that the rock on the side facing its sun melts and evaporates to form gaseous clouds of carbon that rain down on the colder side of the planet.
The second and further away planet is P3X-538. Once it was a colossal green gas giant with an orbiting ring of ice, but all of this was blown away when the star expanded leaving only it's smaller rocky surface that had been hidden for billions of years. With this stormy atmosphere lost, the planet was then left as a dead cold husk, made of dust and rock.
The third surviving planet P3X-539, later named as Qulzuukar'el, is the final and furthest from its parent star. The smallest of the surviving planets, it was once a cold dead world, covered in dust and ice with two orbiting tiny moons and a thin ice belt. But now with the expansion of its parent star, the devastation and reorientation of the solar system has left it all but unrecognizable, no part of it above or below untouched, no mercy given by nature.
When the sun expanded, the force of which blew away Qulzuukar'el's thin ice belt and shattered one of its twin moons, the other surviving only because it was safely hidden behind its mother planet at the time. The planet on the other hand, with the now decreased distance between it and the sun serface temperature, applied gravitational forces and solar radiation exposure all increased dramatically, triggering a massive shift in the planets environmental conditions. First triggering a surge in volcanic activity, as the once cold dead world awakened explosively in fire and fury, this in turn released long buried sulphurous gasses, setting into motion the gradual process of creating the building blocks of an atmosphere, that should have occurred billions and billions of years ago, as her now long dead sisters had beforehand.
With the increased warm, the ice from the planet began melting. Though Qulzuukar'el little surface ice, a portion of the planet's thin belt had been forced down onto the surface. As the ice melted, ancient frozen microbes from long ago were released and awoke from their icy ark, they promptly then flourished in the diminutive ocean that formed on Qulzuukar'el, transforming the planet with the miracle of photosynthesis, bringing about a great genesis.
Now with the Rebirth of Qulzuukar'el, were once there was cold astro dust, there are now endless dry dunes of hot stinging sand and terrible storms of sand, powerful enough to skin men alive and carve their bones. If you look for the jagged glaciers, now will you find a small ocean, with stromatolites close to the surface at the beaches, realising bubbles of oxygen into the newly forming atmosphere above.
Though once a part of the Goa'uld Zipacna's territory, with the former underlord of Anubis now long since dead, the planet and its solar system are now jointly shared by the alliance of the Tau'ri, the Tok'ra and the free Jaffa. But now with the great threats to the galaxy, such as the Goa'uld, the replicators, and even the Ori finally defeated, this secret base is secret no longer. What were once bases of war, are now bases of peaceful exploration and discovery, charting whole new worlds and uncovering ancient long lost secrets across the stars.
Though now on this day, that is not to be so. Though all major enemies and galactic threats, with the exception of the Wraith in the Pegasus galaxy, are defeated and gone. The deceptive myth they built up from honed stone of beings gods may have crumbled to dust, now that its true nature is laid bare to all, but that has not stopped them. Even now there do remain a few minor Goa'ulds in the Milky Way galaxy, hidden away and still feebly clinging to the power and luxury they'd grown entitled to over the countless centuries.
But now, thanks to the efforts of the alliance of the Tau'ri, Tok'ra and the free Jaffa, one of those few remaining Goa'uld, has finally been apprehended, soon to face trial and execution though the extraction ceremony.
Wind whistles softly across the endless rolling dunes of Qulzuukar'el, silent ever moving sentinels of many different temperaments, sometimes cool and soft while also coarse and wet, ever changing as the world. Never truly the same again, always a different shape and likeness, like moulded clay from the artists hands. The sky this evening, awash in a thousand different brilliant colours, each blending and conflicting in a cacophony of light and dotted with an uncountable number of stars, like dusted silver across the evening sky, twinkling like distant festival lanterns.
Though all seemed deserted and quiet, this was not entirely a matter of fact, for on the crook of one tall solitary dune, sat a man. He was dressed in soft fabrics and scaled leather hides of pale cream and autumn browns, with braided leather bindings, a belt of the same braided material wound around his waist, tying his leggings and holding strangely patterned metallic object by his hip. Faded fabric bandages were bound around his legs and arms, with faded gloves covering his hands and leather boots on his feet, all meant to cover as much exposed skin as possible.
Clasped around his neck was a pale fabric cloak, its edges tattered and rough from use, its hood covering the man's head to protect him from the heightened radiation of the sun, as the atmosphere was too thin. He also wore goggles to protect his eyes from the sun, and a breathing filtration mask to help him breath, though it wouldn't kill him to remove the mask as there was breathable air, the oxygen content even at ground level was far too thin for even the most physically resilient to function coherently for long. A wild bushy moon white beard billowed like a cloud from his face, and though the tattered fabric hood hid most of his head, thin long strands of hair, the same moon white colour as his beard, spilled out from the neck down to his shoulders.
He sat there on the sandy dunes, starring up at the evening sky as night approached, gazing up wistfully as the colours changed and the stars above grew in number and the colours brightened and deepened in hues and streams.
"…Beautiful…" He whispered out loud, his voice quiet and gravelly with great age.
As he sat there gazing up, another approached him.
"…I thought we had been specific in our demand to not be disturbed...?"
The one who was approaching stopped for a moment, seemingly surprised that the hooded man knew he was approaching.
"I know, but the high council requests your presence immediately."
"Tell them to find someone else; ever since our numbers began increasing, there has been ample surplus of newer more foolhardy young Tok'ra."
"But sir, the high council were specific, they want you." The younger man insisted.
"Tell them we're enjoying our newly found retirement." The elder man waved the younger off.
The younger man paused, then bowed his head for a moment, before rising it and flashing his eyes behind his protective goggles.
"I'm afraid that's not possible sir."
The elder man sighed in exasperation, before turning his head to look at the younger man.
"Has the word retired suddenly lost its meaning?"
"If you wish to explain that to them, you should tell them yourself, if not they can always send more to relay their orders." The younger man's symbiote replied.
Turning back to look at the sky again, the older man attempted to relax more, to enjoy the spectacular scenery above him, though this task was somewhat hampered by the unwelcome visitor behind.
"What task could they possibly have need of us for?" he asked irritably, wanting nothing more than to rid himself of this disagreeable intrusion to his peace.
"Your expertise and prior experience in a certain matter, involving an old adversary of yours I believe, a former underling of Ra himself."
As the elder man gazed up towards the stars, his hands tightened into fists, and his eyes narrowed as his old mind tried to come up with a name that would fit the presented criteria, and yet none would present itself. He had lived for so long now; he'd amassed too many foes to count accurately, this showed one reason why he wanted to try this retirement concept, something he'd learnt from his current host.
"That's not all too helpful, Ra lived for thousands of years, had more underlings and loyal servants that one can count in that time. Simply describing this single Goa'uld as an underling of Ra is not enough, you must be more specific." The elder man's symbiote spoke.
The younger man bowed his head, then raised it again, his body language shifting "Please forgive Flavamire, he can be quite literal and unquestioning of any given orders at times, he prefers to temper his curiosity with caution"
"Ah" The elder man turned his head "You must be Liam if I remember."
"Yes, I am Flavamire's host." The young man Liam answered.
"So tell me then Liam, if Flavamire won't allow his curiosity free reign, then what is your opinion of this nameless Goa'uld?"
Liam paused for a moment, allowing his brain to think "I think that your questioning opinion on this matter is quite reasonable, the high council have not needed such caution since the fall of the Goa'uld…"
"I'm glad that you agree with me."
"But I also agree with Flavamire" Liam added "you should meet with them, find out for yourself what it is that they're so insistent about requiring your help for, and who this Goa'uld is. After all there can't be many left now right, so why such secrecy?"
The elder man turned back around "A reasonable question, why such secrecy indeed…perhaps they do not wish to take any chance of alerting the Goa'uld, even now there could still be the occasional spy in our ranks, though after Ba'al's death, that possibility is quiet low…" He fell silent in thought, letting his mind wonder.
"So, what will you do?" Liam asked.
"Hm" The elder man jumped a little as his trail of thought broke "Oh yes I believe I will go and see what all this fuss is about, the two of you have more than piqued my curiosity."
The elder man reached his hand out to grab a strange metallic staff, patterned with the same strange designs as the metal object tied to his hip. From end to end it was roughly as long as the distance between his feet up to his waist. On one end was an oval shape, sharp on the side facing its main body, while the outward facing end where another sharp triangular point might have been was smooth down, the sharp tip turned into a small flat edge. On the other end of the staff, was a metal pommel rubbed smooth, a perfect shape for a hand to rest on.
"I've never seen a Ma'Tok staff quiet like that one before."
"It's a similar redesign to the one the Sodan warriors used, it simply required removing the energy reservoir and the acceleration capacitor at the bottom, and reworking it to cope without them as best as possible. It's not quite as powerful as it used to be, but this is a more efficient form now for close quarters combat, as it's much less bulky," he explained as he stood up, using the staff to help steady himself, the oval end against the sand and his hand resting on the pommel.
"But more importantly, it makes for an excellent walking stick." He smiled beneath his breathing mask.
"I doubt the Goa'uld had that in mind when they designed that weapon."
"Do you think cruel grandiose power hungry conquerors with delusions of godhood, understand the meaning of product misuse?" He asked sounding quiet serious, as he started walking back the way Flavamire and Liam had come from, with said Tok'ra walking beside him as they continued their conversation.
"I don't believe actually that thought ever occurred to us."
"When you've lived as long as me, looking things with a more witty eye becomes something of a second nature."
"Strange, some of the words and ways in which you say them, I've never heard the like before?"
"Quite the curious one aren't you?" The elder Tok'ra remarked.
"True, but Flavamire is even more so than I."
"Call it a gift from Albus, my host."
"He's one of the Tau'ri right?"
"How did you know?"
"They have such strange ways, even compared to all the other aliens I've learnt about from Flavamire, the Tau'ri are very…unique in their own way, no other race speaks like them for one"
"Quite true, no one else can coin a phrase quiet like them, and they have invented quite a few interesting things."
"Such as?" Liam inquired.
"Well, the concept of retirement for one" he stopped to give Liam a look "I've never heard of such an intriguing word till Albert and I blended, I was rather looking forward to experiencing it," he answered, sounding a little deflated, before continuing across the desert.
The two Tok'ra continued to chat as they traversed the desert, as the large red sun above beat down on them. Thankfully their environment gear and desert clothing protected them from the punishing solar radiation and paper thin levels of air. Soon enough they arrived at their destination, though it looked exactly like any of the other previous sandy areas they had seen and walked across, but as they arrived the sun seemed to darken.
They looked up to see an incredible sight, the planet's sole surviving moon beginning to cross over and eclipse the red sun, though, as it was a red giant, the moon would never be able to completely eclipse it. Instead the diameter of the sun's corona, would be equal to the radius of the moon.
The elder Tok'ra bowed his head, then raised it "I've seen the eclipse back home two maybe three times, but this is nothing like those times, like the fiery colours of autumn." Albert mused, as he looked up at the eclipse, his eyes protected from the sun's glare by his goggles.
"Yes, it is" Liam agreed, then uncovered his arm from under his cloak. On his arm was a metal armband baring the same designed patterns as the elder Tok'ra's walking stick, but with a blue crystal embedded in it.
"I wish we had more time to observe this, it won't happen here again for at least another eighty years"
"I know sir, but we have our orders, we must go now" Liam answered.
"Very well" Albert sighed, moving to stand next to Liam. "Perhaps this won't take too long"
Liam pressed the blue crystal on his bracelet, which glowed and produced an activation sound, then suddenly five large rings shot up out from beneath the sand and settled in a column with Albert and Liam in the middle. There was a flash of bright light and the two Tok'ra vanished as their bodies were disassembled at the molecular level.
Their task being complete, the rings fell back down, disappearing back beneath the desert sand, leaving everything as though the two Tok'ra had never existed.
Authors Note:
And that's it for now, although this is a crossover, the actually crossover itself when Game of Thrones arrives, won't really start for another chapter or so. I have to set up the Stargate half of the story first, but it shouldn't take too long, so until then my friends, goodnight and hope to see you again soon.
Two last things of note though, one big reason I'm publishing this story today, is because I finally got the results of my last course, which were just what I'd hoped they'd be and more, So this is a sort of little celebration of that for me and all of you too enjoy.
And finally and as always, no flamers or trolls allowed in the reviews please, and goodnight.