So, as much as I am a fan of SG-1, some of the things they did in their show made me sad for all of the lost potential. One of the biggest shames was how they handled the Tok'ra. Personally, I found the duality of the Tok'ra fascinating, and I think that they could have added unique dynamic to the show. Therefore, I present to you my brain-child, Queenling. It's an OC-driven story (just for a change in pace) that explores what could have been in regards to our snakey friends. Enjoy, and please do review, because I need as much help as I can get!


Queenling: Chapter One
Marthos


Marthos was a planet much like any planet in the Milky Way galaxy. It had an atmosphere containing the gaseous forms of nitrogen and oxygen, a few small moons, oceans, lakes, and, as one Colonel O'Neill would say, the same multitude of identical trees that appeared on every planet that he had ever visited.

But our friends from the Tau'ri are not part of the story of Marthos' one defining quality. Not until its departure.

The people of Marthos were much the same as any primitive people from any backwater planet, although they might be considered luckier than most, in a way. Marthos had proven to be of little use to any of the Goa'uld System Lords due to its complete lack of natural resources of any value, or strategic positioning of any benefit. This same dearth of resources that hindered the more powerful aliens also proved a hindrance to the planet's native peoples. They were very poor, and quite attached to archaic traditions that repressed the development of their culture, as well as the affluence and happiness of their people. Marthos hadn't much of anything to offer anyone.

Perhaps this was why it came to be that Marthos was actually a planet of some importance, although let it be said that this was through no fault of its own. For while worthless and unimposing, Mathos had a history that was long.

In the long-forgotten days when the Goa'uld System Lords ruled over the ancient cultures of the planet Earth, one symbiote had taken it upon herself to develop what the Tau'ri would define as a conscience, or, perhaps, moral compass. This symbiote, a Queen by the name of Egeria, was the only one among her brothers and sisters who realized that the enslavement of another sentient race, as well as the practice of forcibly taking them as unwilling hosts and shutting them out of their own body forever, a fate worst than death, was wrong. It is hard to say now, so many thousands of years later, how Egeria came to this conclusion. But in reality, the how doesn't really matter. It is the what that is important to this story.

For, whatever her personal beliefs, it would have bean easy for Egeria to continue as what she was. Goa'uld. But she did not. Instead, her actions against the nature of what she was changed the fate of the galaxy forever.

The prim'ta that Egeria spawned did not become Goa'uld. They had learned such things as empathy and compassion from their mother: things that simply did not exist in their more sinister cousins. The children of Egeria were Tok'ra, a race born solely for the purpose of destroying the tyrannical reign of the Systems Lords, and Ra. They carried on Egeria's legacy through the centuries, sabotaging the Goa'uld whenever and wherever they could, avoiding the corrupting and addictive influence of the Sarcophagus technology, and taking only the hosts that were willing to share their physical bodies with another.

As for Egeria… her story did not end so happily. Ra, the Supreme System Lord of the time, discovered her blasphemy, and the Tok'ra believed her killed, making them a dying race, for they had no Queen to replenish their numbers.

Or so they thought.

Marthos had been just as much an unimposing, utterly worthless, backwater planet then as it proved to be far into the future. This is why Egeria, more clever than Ra, or even her own children, would believe, hid her greatest treasure there; tucked safely away until such a time as it was safe for a reappearance. It was on Marthos that the salvation of the entire galaxy rested, undisturbed, for hundreds of years with no one—not the Goa'uld nor even the Tok'ra—the wiser.

That is, until the day that a group of people known as SG-1 arrived through the Stargate. That day, everything changed. And it is on this day that our story begins.


End Prologue


To be continued... yadda yadda yadda.