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Men rise from one ambition to another: first, they seek to secure themselves against attack, and then they attack others.
Niccolo Machiavelli
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Colonel Emerson, the newest commander of the Battlecruiser Prometheus after Colonel Pendergast, Davidson, and Owen had been killed, independently, in the last month since the Attack on Earth by Anubis.
"Report."
"Sir, we have three Ha'tak's approaching the solar system sir," Major Marks announced. "They're decelerating from Hyperspace-an exit window is beginning to form near Pluto."
"Tok'ra or Jaffa?" Emerson doubted that, even as he said the words. When Anubis fled his flagship before it was destroyed, he had gone on a rampage across suspected Free Jaffa holdouts, wiping out several worlds of all life through orbital bombardment, and executing a hundred of his own Jaffa. His actions had caused many Jaffa to leave the Free Jaffa group and rejoin the Goa'uld. Through that, many more Jaffa holdouts had been discovered through the traitors, and the Jaffa who were there, executed for treason.
And the Tok'ra?
They had taken a slightly more active role. Three weeks ago, the Replicators had invaded the Galaxy, and had been stalled by Anubis and Ba'al. SG-1 had used a super weapon on Dakara (surprisingly with the help of Ba'al,) to use it to wipe out the Replicator presence in the galaxy. They had been forced to destroy it when Anubis came with his fleet, intending on capturing it. Because of that, the Tok'ra had commandeered several Ha'tak's from various Goa'uld shipyards, and used them in hit-and-run-tactics.
He crossed his arms over his chest. He had even more doubts that these were Tok'ra ships since there was already a Tok'ra Ha'tak in orbit around the planet, a Tok'ra Representative from their High Council talking with the UN Security Council. He would have been told if more Tok'ra ships were coming, and even so, why send three ships?
"No sir, they don't have Tok'ra or Jaffa FOF Tags."
He cursed.
"Bring the ship to battle alert and contact the Tok'ra ship, and see if you can hail the Daedalus too. Raise McMurdo Base and see if they can find someone to get in the Weapons Chair. Arm forward Railguns and unlatch Missile Launchers. Warm up the Staff Cannon array and unlock all of our Tactical Nuclear Warheads, PASSWORD: SHIVA. Raise shields now."
He didn't even have to say anything. His crew, so battle ready after several recent engagements with Anubis's vast fleet, hardened from so many victories as well as defeats, were like well-oiled machines. The flagship of the Tau'ri Fleet raced forward, its large sublight engines flaring a bright yellow as it increased speed, leaving the safe well of Earth as it raced out into its solar system. Behind it, the Tok'ra Ha'tak, the mark of the fallen System Lord Yu still clear on the sleek pyramid core structure, began to turn to follow the Prometheus. The Ha'tak, once the symbol of terror and Goa'uld Imperialism, it had been turned into a symbol of rebellion and freedom and of power.
"Sir, the Tok'ra Ha'tak has responded, they're reinforcing us."
'Good.' "What of the Daedalus?"
"They've received the message, but they're still undergoing repairs in the Gamma Site," DeLouise announced.
Crap.
Well, Emerson reflected, he should have expected that. The Daedalus had taken a beating during the most recent attack on one of Anubis's Shipyards, spearheading the attack with three Jaffa Ha'tak's and several Al'kesh from the Tok'ra. Even though it was bristling with two times as many weapons as the BC-303 had, with fully integrated Asgard technology, the defense fleet at the Shipyard had been enormous and the attack had been failure and a costly one too. One Jaffa ship lost and four Al'kesh vaporized, and the Daedalus severely damaged. And, Emerson thought, Anubis probably launched the five Ha'tak's that they had the intent of destroying, already.
"Sir, there's something else."
Emerson was about to ask about McMurdo. "What?"
"A fourth craft, it dropped out of Hyperspace moments before the Ha'tak's... and it's being fired on!"
"What? Can you identify it," he demanded.
"Sensors aren't clear at this range... no, wait. Sir, it's an Al'kesh bomber."
"Hail the Al'kesh!"
"Online sir."
~This Colonel Emerson of the United States Starship Prometheus of Earth Fleet. Identify yourself and your intentions. You have entered Earth's defense perimeter. If you do not comply, we will fire upon you. ~
The viewscreen faded away, giving way to a man, an elderly man with graying hair and brown eyes. He had a gash on his head, blood dripping from it. ~This is Korra of the Tok'ra High Coun...~ the transmission became garbled.
"DeLouise?"
"Nothing wrong with our comm. Array," he said, "It's from the Al'kesh."
"Run a systems wide check; look for any viruses that might have been sent-"
The Tok'ra returned. ~I am in need of help! Please, I have a device of great... zzz ... shields failing, and I have lost weapons. My host is dying... zzz ... cannot withstand their bolts anymore... ~
The Tok'ra Councilor vanished, and replaced by the Al'kesh swerving wildly as the three Goa'uld Ha'tak's bearing the Mark of Ba'al-overlapped with the Mark of Anubis-fired on it. "Target the primary Ha'tak," Emerson ordered. "Get their attentions, and cover that Al'kesh. Contact the Tok'ra Ha'tak and have them pick the Al'kesh up."
"Yes sir."
The weapons on the Battlecruiser erupted to life. Explosive shells laced with Naquadah cores shot out first from the Railgun batteries. Named Lucifer Shells, they exploded on the golden shields of the lead Ha'tak, interrupting its next salvo. Four Staff Cannons, constructed by the scientists in the R&D Department in Area 51 after being given permission to study the Tok'ra and Jaffa Ha'tak's, spat out golden blasts, smashing and spreading harmlessly across the enhanced shields of Anubis warships. The Ha'tak turned its focus away from the damaged Al'kesh, and turned to focus on the annoying insect. Several Naquadah-enhanced Nuclear Warheads raced out and their engines activated, sending the warheads towards the Ha'tak. "Launch squadrons," Emerson ordered as he took his seat, his pilot slowing down as the Al'kesh surged forward.
Two of the Ha'tak's slowed down and focused their attention on the lone Earth ship. Golden energy bolts smashed and splashed on the Asgard shields, draining them significantly with each hit. The Jaffa commanders on board the Ha'tak's, fanatic to their Great and Glorious God Anubis, couldn't overcome their desire to please their God by destroying the most famous plague-ship against him.
If they did, then they would, in their minds, be showered with great gifts by their great Lord-God. The other Ha'tak meanwhile turned around the gray-hulled ship and resumed following the Al'kesh, taking pot shots due to the distance between the two crafts. With the Ha'tak's superior speed, however, the gap between the two between the lessen, and the bolts began to come closer and closer to the damaged bomber.
Ripping out of Hyperspace, the Tok'ra Ha'tak bombarded the Goa'uld Ha'tak, smashing their shields with a fury of bolts. Wings of Death Gliders and Al'kesh rushed out of both crafts, staff cannon blasts crisscrossing space as the two Ha'tak's engaged in a deadly dance of death and destruction.
The F-302's fought a lost battle against the Death Gliders launched by the two opposing Ha'tak's. Outnumbered 3-1, the two Earth Fighter-Interceptor squadrons held their own despite the odd.
Even so, friendly fire on both sides struck their fighters out.
Finally, the shields of the lead Ha'tak collapsed, the armor on the golden pyramid tearing the sheets apart. Blooms of fire and shrapnel erupted on the hull of the pyramid, burying deeper and deeper into the main structure.
"Evasive maneuvers, now," Emerson shouted as Marks shouted that the shields had dropped below 64%.
The Prometheus's powerful engines roared as the ship moved below the damaged Ha'tak, the upper weapons that had been put evenly on the hull came to life at once. "We've hit the reactor!"
Emerson flinched. That was good, yes, but.... "How many fighters are still out there?"
"Three."
He felt torn. But he owed a greater duty.
"Get us out of here," Emerson ordered he said at last.
"Yes sir."
"Jump-space, now, the Tok'ra Ha'tak!"
A Hyperspace window quickly formed in front of the Prometheus, and the Battlecruiser accelerated, rushing into the window, the Hyperspace window shutting close behind it. Seconds later, the Prometheus roared out of Hyperspace above the Goa'uld Ha'tak engaging the Tok'ra Ha'tak. Behind it, far behind in terms of a few hundred kilometers, one of the Goa'uld Ha'tak's exploded, knocking the shields off its companion, and damaging its outer superstructure. "Status of the Tok'ra Al'kesh," Emerson barked.
"It's nearing Earth but..."
Emerson heard uncertainty. "What, what's wrong?"
"Sir, I am reading some strange readings… some sort of energy field, similar to a disruptor field sir. Our sensor can't determine what it is. The field surrounds the entire Al'kesh and its beginning to affect our sensors, sir. I don't think it is dangerous… for us in any case."
The Prometheus blasted the Goa'uld Ha'tak with the help of the Tok'ra Ha'tak. Shields already gone from its engagement with its twin, the Ha'tak exploded in a bloom of fire.
"Beam the Councilor out," Emerson ordered.
"Sir, I can't get a lock, the field's blocking the beaming lock."
"Focus viewscreen on the Al'kesh."
"Yes sir."
The Viewscreen changed, and he saw a magnified image of the Al'kesh in real-time. Then suddenly, it seemed to shimmer, and a crisscross of intersecting and bisecting lines appeared, a multitude of colors that shifted constantly… and after a moment, it disappeared from sight. He heard a cry and demands aimed at him from the Tok'ra Ha'tak, about the suddenly vanished Ha'tak.
He could only say one thing.
"What on Earth?"
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The Tok'ra Korra worried for his host Falle, even though he himself was severely hurt. His host, for nearly one hundred years (and not his first) was dying. Despite the Tok'ra's best efforts, the wounds the Falle suffered for him were not healing. Even though it was quite obvious that the wounds would not be healed, he did not care.
Caring for others, the host they stared a symbiotic bond with, came natural and was pure instinct. It separated them from the arrogant Goa'uld who used their hosts as mere tools and vessels for themselves. But he could not deny that Falle was dying, and not even if Korra gave up his life, could his host survive his severe injuries. He felt pained for Falle who was certainly suffering quietly.
His brief engagement with the Anubis Guards had been an unnecessary obstacle, but it was his impatience that had alerted them to his presence in the Flagship of Ba'al. An iron bar had been shoved into his body, narrowly missing Korra, but causing irreversible damage to Falle. He heard the quiet screams his host held in, trying to take notice off him, but Korra was too wise and too old to ignore them.
He tried to ease the pain as best as he could.
He could tell his host wanted to die a quick dead, but the both of them knew of the importance they had now with them. They had to live, he had to. The message he carried, the object he carried with him in the back of the cockpit of the powerful but damaged Al'kesh was of great importance!
His shields shuddered. He had emerged out of Hyperspace in the Tau'ri system, but so had the three Ha'tak that had followed him. What accursed luck. He increased power sent into the shields, and stopped the flow of energy to the underside ball-mounted staff cannons, pushing them into the sublight engines.
'We are being hailed,' Falle thought slowly.
Korra winced. On the viewscreen, he saw the Tau'ri warship, the Prometheus, come closer to him at incredible speed. ~This Colonel Emerson of the United States Starship Prometheus of Earth Fleet. Identify yourself and your intentions. You have entered Earth's defense perimeter. If you do not comply, we will fire upon you. ~
Korra returned the hail, composing himself as best as he could, and hid the bandaged area where the bar once been from the viewscreen. He didn't try to cover the gash on his head, however.
"This is Korra of the Tok'ra High Council; I come bearing a item of great importance to the Tau'ri and the survival of our races! I urge you, for I am in need of help! Please, I have a device of great importance. The Al'kesh, the shields failing, and I have lost weapons. My host is dying and-" he cringed as he was thrown forward a bit, the shields straining as another hit from the trio of Ha'tak's smashing on his vessel. "Please, I cannot withstand their bolts anymore, I require help!"
On the viewscreen, he saw the somewhat effective weapons on the Tau'ri Battlecruiser fired on his pursuers.
As he piloted the Al'kesh closer to the Tau'ri planet, he felt rejoice as a Tok'ra Ha'tak joined the battle, engaging the third Ha'tak which had ignored the threat presented by the Tau'ri vessel, focusing on him. That focus changed to the greater threat, the Ha'tak. He typed in the coordinates to the Tau'ri Stargate Command, and began to charge the cloaking device. Suddenly the Al'kesh quivered, and he felt fear, but that fear vanished when he didn't see anything behind him. He ran a system's check, and found that he was leaking oxygen from the troop transport section of the large craft.
"Blasted Jaffa," Korra snarled, coughing. He sealed the doors leading to the section. He covered his mouth with the sleeve of the elaborate suit he'd worn to infiltrate Ba'al's Flagship, a habit he developed from his host. His eyes widened as he saw a tiny splotches of blood on it, and he coughed again, more blood dripping from his... From Falle's, mouth.
He felt sickened and horrified at the same time.
Suddenly the stars began to change. He was bewildered as he saw massive ships hovering above the planet, flickering on and off like lights. He leaned forward, regretting the action as a lash of pain struck him and Falle. He gasped, and his vision blurred a bit. That only seemed to make things stranger as he saw Earth's surface a smoldering husk of angry red and black. The strange ships, bulky but somehow sleek at the same time-a contradiction right there-seemed more defined, more 'there.' Tiny crafts, some not bigger than an Al'kesh, and some many times larger, flew patterns in space. None of the ships seemed to notice him, and he didn't recognize their design.
They clearly didn't resemble Goa'uld ships, and they were somewhat similar to Earth ships, but they were far less advanced if his sensors were correct, and they were much larger than anything the Tau'ri could ever hope to create so long as they kept themselves secret from the rest of the planet. Something compelled him to look behind him at the object behind him, and he looked behind him. For a moment, he thought the crystalline surface of the mirror had rippled, but he didn't see anything. He shook his head.
"Where are we," Korra said hoarsely as his host asked the same thing, worried and feeling more and more nervously and agitated. He saw Earth again, the ships missing, but then they reappeared.
There was a bright flash, and he closed his eyes. Even so, he the light was so bright, he saw it through his shut eyelids.
He opened his eyes again, and the ships were there in orbit.
And stayed there.
'What is going on?' His host thought.
"I do not know," Korra whispered, horrified by the surface of Earth.
The Al'kesh continued forward, and he deleted his coordinates, taking control. The planet's rotation had changed, and he found himself starting at a different part of the continental mass known as 'North America.'
He tried to hail one of the orbiting crafts, but he didn't get a respond. Actually, he didn't even get the slightest sublight connection. It was as if these aliens in orbit around this... Earth.... didn't have access to subspace, which was what most space faring races had access to. Suddenly one of the larger crafts, a saucer shaped-ship with a squat pyramid on the spine, appeared, rising from below the Al'kesh.
It took the entire viewscreen and he paled. He swerved below the massive craft, and sped closer to Earth. At long last, the cloak was charged, and he activated it. The device flickered, and the Al'kesh seemed to wave, waves ripping down from the top of the Al'kesh until it vanished from view.
Only a tiny shift of light gave away the cloaked Al'kesh. Korra coughed again, and felt a little of himself wither away. Before he could spend some time with his host, what little time, sadly, they had left, the large bomber quivered.
'What now?' Korra thought painfully. He checked, and saw that they had begun to enter the planet's atmosphere. The shields flared, the Al'kesh visible at times when the cloak failed every handful of seconds.
The Al'kesh shuddered as fires began to enveloped the cloaked craft, encasing it in a ball of flickering fire, of burning flames.
His eyes widened as some of the flames died away and saw himself heading for a crashing into a row of houses, each of them abandoned. His chest slammed into the console in front of him, and his head nearly smashed into the viewscreen. He coughed, splitting blood on the viewscreen. The Al'kesh rumbled as it dug into the ground, smashing the houses as fires erupted around the homes.
He groaned as he fell back on his chair, clutching his chest as a fire erupted in his chest, and his vision blurred, and his eyes burned. It hurt... it hurt so much. He coughed, and felt his stomach turn over. Why, why had it all changed? Why was everything so different than what he was used to?
What had happened to Earth, who did these ships belong to? How, with such primitive systems and defenses, been able to overcome the Tau'ri-Tok'ra-Jaffa Alliance? A thought struck and, dreading the answer for what it might bring, he turned around and saw the mirror, the crystalline-surfaced mirror, still strapped to the side of the Al'kesh.
Realization dawned on him as the surface glowed for the briefest second, and relaxed. The mirror had activated: This was Earth yes, but not his Earth, a completely different Earth, an alternate version, a alternate reality.
One where it had been ruined by war and invasion, completely useless!
He felt dread wash down on him, and felt anger at his stupidity, at such stupidity!
He activated the scanner, and searched the planet for the Naquadah signature that the Stargate was composed of. To his suffering, the Stargate didn't appear to be here. Either Ra had taken it when he fled Earth during the ancient uprising, or the Stargate had never been placed here, and never existed. Meaning that his people… that the Goa'uld and other species in the galaxy, did not exist.
He realized that he was a dead man and his message would not reach the Tau'ri or any of his allies. He felt sadness and felt what was left of his host slowly begin to die away. Suddenly, he heard a sound. A knock, a soft knock, echo in the cockpit of the Al'kesh bomber-transport. Dragging himself by the sheer force of his will, Korra opened the hatch, and exited the ship and crumpled into the mound of scorched gravel right outside the door.
BAM!
Korra gasped and wheezed as an object hit him on his chest, and he screamed, coughing blood and yellow fluid. He clutched his chest, his heart beating faster and faster. His host, Falle, was urging him to save himself. 'I am not important-the knowledge you contain is of greater importance than I,' he thought, pleading to his symbiote. 'All that you are, all that you know and will be, is more important that anything than I can hope to achieve. For the survival of all races, for freedom, you must live, not I. Please Korra, I beg you...'
Falle was in severe pain, was screaming in his mind, barely holding down the pain that threatened to overwhelm Korra.
"Oh my- I'm sorry!"
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Reed was awed and shocked when the man, wearing regal robes like a Emperor of a long past age, from pictures he'd seen on the Internet and history books, fell out. He wore a black robe with golden trim, and a silver belt that a buckle with a ornate symbol, that looked a bit familiar. Freaked out and scared that the man had come out of nowhere, from midair, he swung a branch he'd picked up, hitting him in the chest. The man screamed and vomited, blood and some kind of yellow fluid. He gazed up at Reed, pained and hurt. Reed felt horrified by what he had done. "Oh my-I'm sorry!" He said, kneeling, careful not to touch the vomit. He helped the man to his feet, and the man leaned on him a bit, his feet shaking. "Are you okay," he said a bit lamely, "well, I mean..." Stupid question. The man was bleeding and he had hit him with a branch. Of course he wasn't okay.
"Yes... child..."
Reed almost let go of the man, if the man wasn't clutch on his clothes. The voice-it had an echo! Just like the Goa'uld from Stargate! "What the hell are you," Reed demanded, even though the man didn't look strong enough to fight a little kid. "What's with your voice, and what's with your clothes?" Now that he realized it, the clothes looked like something a System Lord would wear. Something that Ba'al would have worn, if his memory was still good. Yeah, he realized, the robe, trimming, the expensive look.
All of it, especially the strange markings, shouted Goa'uld.
"Please..." the man begged hoarsely, turning his head to him. Reed took a few steps back, and the man let go. The man staggered forward, but caught himself, and stood up, wobbly. The cut on his head had stopped bleeding, and Reed could see that it was healing already. "Please... you must help me..." The Goa'uld, that was obvious now, seemed pathetic. But then again, Reed thought, what if this wasn't a Goa'uld? What if it was a Tok'ra? But how could he know for sure? What if it really was a Goa'uld?
"Who are you?"
"I… am Korra of the Tok'ra," he choked, his voice full of pain as he talked "one of their many spies within the Goa'uld Empire. I need to deliver a message and a warning… to the people of my reality, to Earth.... ach... my host… is dying… Please," he looked to Reed, pain and hope in his eyes, "I beg of you… merge with me and allow me to deliver the message, and in failing that... for you to deliver the message to the Tau'ri. I promise I will… leave you when I have delivered the message." If he survived, Reed thought. This didn't seem to be likely considering how much the Tok'ra seemed to have gone through.
But....
No, what if this really was a Goa'uld? Normally, Reed would have been freaked out and ran away. But with real life aliens invading... killing his family... killing everyone actually... this wasn't so strange. But something else also made Reed stay. It was as if fate had brought the Tok'ra here? What if fate was giving him a chance to be somebody, to make an impact on his world, and on others? What if fate was giving what he needed to become more than just an orphaned teenager, giving him power?
He, like everyone else, craved power.
Still, even if this was a Goa'uld, he wouldn't beg for help. The Goa'uld could have just leaped out of his old host and into him when Reed had helped him up, as a new host. He thought about power, and he decided to take the risk. He was probably being stupid, but... "I'll do it. Just... don't make it hurt."
The Tok'ra smiled a bit and opened his mouth. Reed quivered, disgusted that his mouth would be so close to another guy's mouth. But he took a few steps forward and his mouth was just close enough for the Tok'ra to leap out and into Reed. Reed gagged as he fell back, coughing. His throat burned, and he felt his heat beat faster and faster. He felt something slid down the back of his neck and around it, and he panicked. Suddenly the light seemed brighter and clearer, and everything seemed to me more defined. Sounds and colors seemed brighter, and every little detail seemed more... enhanced. He suddenly felt better, stronger, and his thoughts became more organized.
Then he heard a voice in his head: 'Thank you... Alexander for this.'
Suddenly he felt pain his head, and he saw visions, rather memories, that weren't his. He fell to his knees, and clutched his head, biting down on his lip and drawing a drop of blood. God, the pain! Korra spoke quickly, soothing his panic. 'Do not panic Alexander. However... I cannot survive even in your undamaged body. The damage to me is too severe, even for me to heal. It is surprising, Alexander, that even though you do not have a Stargate Program... you knows so much about us...'
Reed tried to sort out the memories as they flashed before his eyes. He saw Tok'ra fighting Jaffa, staff blasts and zat bursts crisscrossing in crystal tunnels, saw various operations work and fail. He saw vast fleets of Ha'tak's bombard each other as a Tok'ra plan to ignite a war between two System Lords worked. He saw, or rather heard the news that Ra had been killed, and then the arrival of SG-1 (just like in the series!) and the return of Anubis. He saw the death of Apophis, and the attack by the Replicators. Suddenly, he saw a mirror, the device that had brought the Tok'ra from another universe to his own reality, to his Earth by pure mistake. He barely recognized the device.
A Quantum mirror.
It had Goa'uld symbols, but it had engraved symbols at its sides with golden fillings, and the mark of.... Ba'al on it. It was a device created by Anubis... and there was one more that Anubis had. He felt sickened as more memories flashed by, the stench of burned flesh, the screams of Tok'ra as they were left behind to fight legions of Jaffa. The torture Korra underwent when he had been captured during a mission. The fear when he saw the return of the Anubis Guards and the brutal fighting on Dakara.
He frowned.
Anubis Guards?
The Destruction of the Dakara Super weapon?
'I give my thanks you, Alexander Reed,' the Tok'ra said, 'It is quite surprising that you seem to have impressive knowledge of our universe… ah, most intriguing! You must warn the Tau'ri of what Anubis has planned; this device is one of two the two System Lords possess. It was their plan that, when they finished conquering the galaxy, they would be able to expand outward into other realities. Anubis has his on board his own flagship-you must tell the Tau'ri and their allies to destroy that mirror. The Fate of multiple realities depend on it, the fate of all free beings depend on them receiving this message.'
Ba'al was alive, still?
'Stargate Continuum... by the Ancients... so that is how Ba'al dies.' The Tok'ra sounded happy. 'However... several of the Tok'ra there are already dead...'
So things were different in his universe?
"I promise," Alexander said, "To deliver the message."
'I give my thanks once more, Alexander. I cannot yet believe how incredible… our existence… the Goa'uld… we all mere fantasies, thoughts of fiction. All of our events are simply fabricated by people, yet to us, they are real life. It is amazing, and yet saddening. Yet it is pleasurable to know that the downfall of the Goa'uld is inevitable. However these Ori... these Wraiths... such threats that exist, greater than that of the Goa'uld... and the Tau'ri... such power they possess...'
Alexander nodded absentminded.
'My time here is short: I have given you all that I know so you can steal Anubis of his prize. Anubis cannot be allowed to expand his Empire beyond his dimension, the terror he would inflict… Please… the fate of realities… of entire galaxies…. they all depend upon… you…'
"I will not fail."
'For the sake of many, you cannot. The era… of False Gods… not… continue on… cannot…'
Alexander flinched as he felt a strange tingle, and a lance of pain, strike from his neck throughout his body. He knew, he knew Korra was sacrificing himself so he would survive. It was a trait that Tok'ra had, that was built into their DNA to become them the opposite of the selfish Goa'uld, a trait, an act of natural instinct put in them by their Queen, the Queen of which all Tok'ra came from.
He felt Korra slip away, slowly, bringing forth all of the knowledge that he had on everything that he knew, which was centuries of knowledge, into the front of his mind. He lacked, however, specialized technology of the Goa'uld and how to build ships, and many other key pieces of knowledge.
He'd get them one way or another.
'You must… destroy the device once have destroyed the other one… No one else can gain this… this power…'
Alexander froze. Destroy the mirror, the key to his rise to power? As soon as he thought those words, he tried to cover them up, but Korra had already heard them and he felt shock. 'Do not think like that! This device, the Quantum Mirror as you call it-it is far too dangerous for anyone to have, to possess Alexander! Its power, it is too great. I implore you-'
"It's the key to my power," Reed said aloud. "I am the person in which will unite all galaxies, wipe out the Goa'uld threat, wipe out all enemies to peace and unity and justice and of equality! Can't you accept that, Korra? I will do what the Tok'ra have always wanted, but have never had numbers to do so. I will do what is needed for every reality!"
He could sense Korra struggling, seeing the logic in his words, and the corruption he felt the Mirror would bring. Suddenly he felt Korra dive deep into his mind, and see his plans. Despite the truth in his words, he saw the way he intended to accomplish them, the force and death that he would be forced to bring to accomplish them. Alexander felt pure horror rise in Korra as he pulled out, and tried to calm the panicking Tok'ra down. "No, wait! You don't understand-!"
'I cannot allow it! This mirror will be the gateway to your Empire, an Empire that you plan on using to make yourself known, to give yourself power to do anything you want! You are no better than a Goa'uld!' And then he felt a throbbing pain in his head. He didn't understand why Korra was rejecting his idea.
What he was going to do was going to make a better dimension, for quadrillions of people across dozens of universes! Maybe it was because of how he was going to do it. But even so, people had to die in order for peace and order to be done... Suddenly he fell to his knees, the throbbing pain becoming all the more painful.
"Gah!"
Korra was trying to stop his sacrifice, to recall the memories he had let go. But he could not, and Alexander felt his head throb painfully. It was impossible to get back memories without the use of devices. The Tok'ra used all of its might to leap out with everything he knew, to stop the plans, the ideas', however idealistic they were, of a mad man happen. Because he fought his own sacrifice, the painful sacrifice was made only worse as he extended it. The Tok'ra was dying, and he couldn't fight for long. It was impossible to fight what he had already started, and the Tok'ra knew it which made him fight harder, which accelerated his now certain death, a certainty at any rate.
Alexander screamed.
After a few minutes of intense pain, of unbearable burning pain in his chest, head, throat and, in fact, his entire body, Korra died, and the pain dissipated. Alexander felt something ball up in his throat, something slick and immobile. His body immediately reacted and he vomited. His stomach ached, and he felt strange. His body tinged, and his stomach calmed down. His vision blurred slightly, and then cleared up. But god… he felt so tired. But then his tiredness went away.
Alexander felt sorry for the Tok'ra. But he had resisted, and he was the second casualty of what was going to be the path to unity and equality. After all, all good paths were paved with bad intentions.
But his time was here.
"My Empire," he declared as he looked to the cloaked Al'kesh, "begins now."