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The Wars of Legends

Book 1: The Apotheosis of a Lost Child

Chapter Four: Posting to the Frontier

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Trigger warning: Consensual public sex, Sexual Slavery

The newly named Nimue had barely finished declaring her new name, when a door to the chamber opened and a new Goa'uld stepped through. He was a blonde dressed in resplendent golden robes and a deerskin cloak.

Nimue recognized him immediately thanks to her newly acquired genetic memory as Oisin, the Fleet Lord of this fleet and the highest ranking Goa'uld for light-years.

Knowing her place, Nimue bowed to her superior, Ancasta doing the same beside her.

"So what is your name, my new kin?" The Fleet Lord asked, sounding curious.

"My name is Nimue, my lord."

"An interesting choice," the male Goa'uld mused. "But it is yours to make and I will not begrudge you that. But onto more formal business. I extend you the warmest welcome, young Nimue, into the service of the Goa'uld Empire and the House of Erie."

Nimue offered a bow, hoping that it came across as grateful.

It seemed to pass muster as Oisin, returned it with a nod.

"Nimue, Ancasta, come the welcoming feast to honor Nimue's ascension awaits."

Oisin proceeded to lead them out of the room where Nimue had been reborn and down a series of winding hallways to a room filled to the brim with clothes in every style that Nimue could conceive of and a pair of waiting female servants.

"Get changed into something befitting a goddess, young one." Oisin ordered.

Nimue nodded and stepped into a room, the door closing behind her and leaving her alone with the two servants.

Harry had never paid attention to fashion in his life as a boy, because it never occurred to him as a boy to do so but also because he was too busy struggling under the neglect and abuse he was subjected to by the Dursleys to have the chance. And the less said about her options among Astox's tribe, the better. As such she had to rely on what she'd gained from Nantosuelta to guide her. Considering that the Goa'uld had been little more than a eel like creature for the entirety of its life, she had spent a disproportionate amount of time working out what style she would adopt when she was finally granted a host.

She nevertheless askewed the furs that the Goa'uld she'd killed would have favored and instead examined her choices carefully.

It took ten minutes and substantial help form the servants but Nimue was finally satisfied. Stepping out of the walk in wardrobe, the new Goa'uld was dressed in a shoulderless tube of pale white-blue silk that clung to every curve of her shapely body. The entire dress, from the chest and collarbone to the trim, was endowed in lace. It had full-length sleeves, attached by thin cords of white satin, made entirely of lace. To complete this extravagant outfit was a short train that flowed from her skirt.

She'd considered picking out a headdress or doing something with her hair but after the difficulty of getting into the dress, she thought better of it.

Oisin and Ancasta who had both waited for her, complimented her readily.

"You look stunning, Nimue." Oisin said appreciatively.

"Yes, stunning." Ancasta agreed, with a clear hint of jealousy.

Harry would have blushed at the compliments and Nimue could feel her human body wanting to react as such, but she used the power to manipulate it that her Goa'uld body possessed to suppress it. A Goa'uld did not blush.

"Now that you're properly attired," Oisin said, giving Nimue another appreciative look. "Let us feast!"

With that declaration, the Fleet Lord led his two female underlings once more through the labyrinthine corridors. All the while Oisin unabashedly leered at Nimue, even as Ancasta glared at her jealousy whenever their superior wasn't looking.

If she wants his attention, then she can have it. Nimue thought to herself as she barely suppressed frowning at both her fellow Goa'uld, and adopting an aloof mask to hide her inner disgust at both of them.

Eventually, they and a steadily growing retinue of servants and guards that attached themselves to the three Goa'uld as they passed, stepped into a large hall that had been set up to look like a large feasting hall straight out of a classical Celtic settlement.

These Goa'uld really do take this imitation of the cultures they've co-opted seriously, don't they? Nimue mused as she followed Oisin's lead and took a seat on a series of raised platforms at the head of the hall. Oisin, of course, took the highest dais while Nimue and Ancasta took the ones immediately below his own.

They sat and waited in ceremonious silence as other Goa'uld trickled into the hall, taking seats at various platforms on either side of the hall according to their rank.

When everyone was finally seated, Oisin stood and addressed the hall.

"Today, my fellow gods, is a day of great joy for the Goa'uld Empire and the House of Erie for it is the day when we welcome a new god into our ranks. May I introduce you, my peers, to our youngest kin: Nimue!"

Nimue took the cue as it was and rose, to the polite cheering from the other Goa'uld. Acting on the code of decorum imprinted into her by stolen genetic memory, she allowed her eyes to flash gold and curtsied to her gathered peers.

As she did, the guards - Jaffa, they're called Jaffa. - and the servants throughout the hall fell to their knees and bowed their heads low towards her in respectful worship.

They truly do see me as a goddess. Nimue boggled. She had known from her genetic memory that they would, but to actually see proof of it was something else altogether.

With an imperious nod, Nimue bade them to stand with a dismissive wordless gesture of her hand even as she took her seat.

I don't like treating them this way but I have no choice. The newly ascended Goa'uld bemoaned to herself. If she didn't treat these people like they were beneath her, the other Goa'uld would become suspicious and might brand her a traitor.

I'm sorry, but I can't risk that. Nimue said to the part of herself that was upset by the way the servants and Jaffa were treating her. I want to survive and if that means I have to pretend to be a tyrant then I'm going to do it!

While Nimue was assuaging her own guilt, Oisin had ordered the feast to begin. It was an impressive affair with tables full of exotic foods. In one corner, there was even a bard who sung epic songs about the triumphs of the Goa'uld and the House of Eire in particular. At the same time, a group of slaves in the center of the room danced various exotic dances some of which Nimue recognized from Harry's memories as looking vaguely Middle Eastern or East Asian.

As the feast began in earnest, Oisin turned to flirt with her but Nimue just offered him a polite smile and deflected his interest. She was worried this would anger him, but to he seemed to take it in stride and instead turned his attentions to Ancasta even as he ordered for his harem to attend to him.

This disgusted Nimue, but she let none of it show. Not even when a casual glance at the other Goa'uld showed her that Oisin was not the only one who had summoned company. Most of the other Goa'uld were surrounded by bevies of beautiful women and men who attended to the self-proclaimed gods' every need.

Instead, she plastered on a pleasant smile and pretended to enjoy the dances while taking occasional bites from the food laid out for her, making it a point to sample all the dishes in turn. It would fit in well with the impression of a newbie still getting used to her newly acquired host that she was trying to give the other Goa'uld.

Inwardly though, she was making more productive use of her time and reflected on her current situation.

She's thankful that she'd gained Nantosuelta's genetic memory and the bits of lingering personality she inherited from the Goa'uld that tried to enslave her to guide her actions. She would not have been able to pull off anywhere close to the act she putting on without them. Though considering everything else, she's not sure it's worth it. Defeating Nantosuelta has left her as something that she isn't certain qualifies as human. She didn't just absorb her mentally, she's also somehow gained control of her body.

How can I be both a human and some kind of parasitic snake at the same time? Heck, if I was just a normal Goa'uld that would be bad enough but I just had to win the bad luck jackpot and end up possessing a Queen!

One would assume being a Queen would be a good thing, but then that person understood nothing of the intricacies of Goa'uld society. Queens, despite their lofty title and position as the only reproductive members of the Goa'uld race, were treated as little more than commodities by the System Lords. They were often captured and forced to spawn offspring at the command of more powerful Goa'uld. Rare was it for there to be a Queen who ever managed to amass enough power in her own right to avoid such a fate.

I'll need to be very careful or I'll end up becoming some System Lord's broodmare. Nimue realizes, suppressing a shudder. Having been forced to endure that once was bad enough, she would not allow herself to go through that again.

Pulling away from that line of thinking, Nimue returned to pondering her new nature.

I have to be some kind of magical creature.

She could feel her magic coursing through her body in a way that she'd only ever known in the past when she cast powerful spells like the Patronus. She felt so magically charged at the moment she's sure she could cast her spells without a wand now.

Something to try out later. Nimue mused as she tried to work out the mechanics of why this was the case.

It's probably the Naquadah. She hypothesized. She knew that by becoming a Goa'uld host, trace quantities of this unique mineral was added to her bloodstream. Considering the way it enhanced power output whenever conventional energy was passed through it, it wasn't a stretch to assume it would do the same for magic. At the same time, it being spread out throughout her body by her bloodstream might allow it to substitute for her wand in serving as a focus. One that was at once more deeply connected to her and at the same time much more powerful.

Though I've gotta hand it to whatever I've become, the multitasking rocks. Without it I'd definitely have looked completely distracted, end up insulting Oisin and earn myself some kind of punishment.

Thinking about her superior, she turned her attention to the Goa'uld seated on a throne above her own while he enjoyed the feast. His harem had apparently arrived, as he was being attended to by a bevy of beautiful scantily clad female slaves.

This up front view of his lechery, especially when he ordered one of his slaves to expose her breasts and express her breast milk into a goblet for him to drink, reminded Nimue of her treatment by Astox and stirred a deep disgust within her. So much so that it took all her will just to restrain herself from reacting visibly.

He's behaving like a barbarian king. Nimue thought with a deep sense of disappointment. This wasn't how I would've imagined a leader of a spacefaring empire to behave.

Then again the Goa'uld Empire was nothing like what she'd imagine such an empire to be like either

Who'd have thought that it would be nothing but a feudal empire. Seriously, it's like they're living in the Middle Ages with how everyone from individual warlords to loose coalitions like this House of Eire I'm supposedly a part of are continuously fighting for dominance.

Nimue's musings were suddenly interrupted by Oisin raising his hand for silence.

Pushing aside a nude Asian woman who had been servicing him with her mouth and adjusting his robes, the Fleet Lord stood.

"Ah. Before the feast gets too rowdy, I have orders to issue." Oisin said distractedly, his eyes roaming the sea of pliant flesh that was his harem.

"Nimue," he barked unexpectedly, tearing his eyes away from his slaves.

"Yes, Lord Oisin?" Nimue replied as she stood and offered a bow, holding it as she awaited her orders.

"Once this feast is over, I will hand over command of this ship to you."

This ship? If her genetic memory served her correctly, this was an older model Ha'tak, the main class of capital ship employed by most Goa'uld. Nimue noted, even as Oisin continued speaking.

"In addition, I will transfer a squadron of Al'kesh as well."

Al'kesh as well? With a Ha'tak and a squadron of Al'kesh, I would have a decent scout force at my command.

Confirming her thoughts, Oisin finished his orders.

"You will then proceed to use this force to head to the borders of the Empire and begin exploring uncharted space beyond them."

A good first assignment for a new Goa'uld. Nimue noted. One with enough responsibility to test my skills, but which doesn't involve the expense of enough resources that writing me off should I fail or get myself killed would prove much of a setback.

"I hear and obey, Lord Oisin," Nimue accepted with genuine graciousness.

This was a remarkable opportunity. If her luck held, she might be able to find a habitable world that she might be able to lay claim to and take one step closer to building a stable power base. Something she knows she'll need to survive the Empire's deadly politics.

How am I not freaking out at all this!? Nimue asked herself, shocked at how calm she was even as she retook her seat. She knew that everything that had happened in the feast so far would have terrified the girl who had first gotten abroad this ship.

Is this another effect of what I've become?

With his orders given, Oisin turned to address the rest of the hall.

"Now let's continue to enjoy this feast. It is rare that our duties allows us such a chance to satisfy ourselves, so let us make the best of it."

His statement was met by an enthusiastic cheer of agreement from the other Goa'uld though Nimue doubted Oisin heard it as he had already returned to the pleasures of his harem.

For Nimue's own part, she just sat there in silence and wished for the feast to end.

That night, Nimue stood in her opulent quarters on her newly acquired ship as her attendants, the two who had helped her dress earlier, helped her out of it. It took a few minutes, but soon the Goa'uld was as nude as the day she was born. She briefly considered putting on some sleepwear but dismissed the notion and the servants in a single dismissive wave of her hand. She was too tired. All she wanted was to sleep.

She waited for the servants to bow deeply to her and depart her chambers before all but collapsing in the massive four poster bed at the center of her chambers. As she lay there, she carefully lifted her right hand and fought the shame that blossomed in her chest at the sight of it, as it reminded her of what she'd done.

As the feast had progressed, Oisin had noticed that Nimue had not partook fully in the festivities. Even Ancasta had snatched herself a handsome slave or two to entertain herself as the night drew on, much less the handful of other female Goa'uld who were being serviced by their harems. At which point, the Fleet Lord had chuckled and told her that she was free to select any slave not already owned by the others to entertain herself.

Nimue had been horrified but had been too afraid of the consequences to refuse. She briefly considered ordering one of the men to come to her side like Ancasta had done but the mere thought had her stomach churning as memories of her experiences with Astox surfaced in her mind. As such, she'd instead picked out one of the female dancers. A pretty Caucasian girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

What she'd been forced to do next under the watchful eyes of the other Goa'uld disgusted her. They had cheered and egged her own as she'd used her right hand to ravish the poor girl. Worse, when she was done the girl had thanked her for it, declaring that she was honored to have served her goddess!

It made Nimue want to vomit, but as back then and now, she suppressed the urge.

As abhorrent as all this is, I have to do this. I have to keep pretending to be a Goa'uld. My life depends on it.

Thankfully, the feast had ended shortly after that and Nimue had not been forced to violate another girl. She didn't know if she would be able to survive with her sanity intact if she had.

As it was, she just wanted to forget it for now. The feast. Being a Goa'uld now. Everything! She just wanted to go to sleep and set those things all aside for the moment.

Perhaps responding to her desires, Nimue felt her magic stirring and immediately felt the pull of sleep. Smiling, she let the pull take her without resistance and drifted into the realm of dreams.

Or at least that's where she ended up.

Because from one conscious moment to the next, she suddenly found herself in the Leaky Cauldron.

This is impossible. Based on Nantosuelta's memories, it's only the Bronze Age. The Leaky Cauldron can't possibly exist yet. Wait! I'm dreaming, aren't I? Nimue chuckled to herself as she realized she was being silly.

Perhaps being silly was the right thing to do though, as the amusement at her mistake had lifted her spirit more than anything had for months. Thus it was with a smile that she walked to the bar of the pub to place her order.

As she walked by the packed tables she noticed how all of the patrons, none of whom she recognized, were staring at her.

That must be because I was making a fool of myself earlier by staring into space. Nimue reasoned. Heck, this is my dream right? I say that's the reason, so it is.

Chuckling to herself, she ordered a butterbeer from the unfamiliar bartender. He reflexively poured her a pint from the tap and handed it over.

Ignoring the still lingering stares, chalking them down to some weird part of her subconscious that must want to be the center of attention for some reason, Nimue gulped down her drink.

As she finished, she let out a satisfied but highly unladylike burp.

"That really hits the spot." Nimue declared with a smile. "I missed butterbeer, you know? I never thought I would, but I do."

The bartender just nodded robotically.

Nimue sighed, "Guess I can't expect good conversation from a dream. Well, I guess I better go. Wonder what other interesting dreams I can conjure up tonight."

With that last enthusiastic statement, Nimue blinked away.

She thus missed how the pub exploded into uproar the moment she disappeared as everyone started talking all at once with variations of one question "What was she?"

"Quiet!" A woman with long brown hair and aristocratic looks shouted as she stepped forward.

The pub's patrons obeyed and settled down.

"We don't have any answers as yet," she told the pub. "But we will. I personally volunteer to go observe this Nimue woman and find them."

There were some murmuring in the crowd, but no one openly disagreed.

"Then, it's decided." The brunette said with finality. "By consensus of the Others, I Ganos Lal will discover Nimue's secrets."

And done!

In this chapter, I've given you a glimpse into Goa'uld culture as I conceive it to be and how utterly hedonistic I think it must be. I mean, hedonism isn't always just pleasure for pleasure's sake. In many cases, it's a show of power whereby the hedonist is showing the world that he has the power to enjoy that kind of lifestyle. Taking that into account, I'm fairly certain that the Goa'uld would embrace it. We have proof they like ostentatiousness in their excessive use of gold everywhere in their architecture, after all. And what's more hedonistic and more of a show of power than sexual slavery. Hence, why I portrayed the Goa'uld feast the way I did.

And now poor Nimue has to become one of them. How long do you think her morals will last? Well, wait and see.

Moving on, I tried to subtly point out in this chapter Nimue's gradual shifting identities and how they haven't fully settled. At least not in this chapter. Not in regards to her new name, that she's fully embraced. But rather in how she sometimes accepts she's a Goa'uld and other times rejects it. These weren't typos on my part but deliberate inconsistencies to show she's still coming to terms with things. Hope you guys caught it.

Now before signing off I would just like to say that as this chapter shows, this story is based on an AU of the Stargateverse. It's early (pre-show) history as outlined in Stargate SG-1: Living Gods: Stargate System Lords the canonicity of which is unconfirmed will be altered to fit what I intend. Here are three major changes I've made:

1) The Lanteans returned to the Milky Way earlier

2) Ra found Earth before Apep's fall

3) The Goa'uld arose in a largely empty galaxy due to the Ori plague having a more lasting impact and thus avoided early conflicts with the Asgard and Furlings

Okay, and I'll end off with some review responses for those I wanted to but couldn't reply to via PM as they reviewed as a guest or that I wanted to broadcast:

MarisAres: This might come across as overly defensive so forgive me in advance if that's the case just trying to lay out my thinking in response to your imho good review. So let me address the points you raised:

1) The sex change reflecting more on me than an else is probably true. I like genderbenders, don't ask me why I just do. And things I like will appear in the fic here and there. I'll try to work them in logically to the best of my ability, but if I fail then too bad. I'm not out to write Shakespeare here, just have fun. If I can't work in some of the concepts I find most entertaining then it wouldn't be fun and I wouldn't write it.

2) As for drama over the sex change? I might not be clear in the story and the previous ANs but I'm glossing over it because that's not the story I want to tell and am moving on to what I enjoy instead. Is it a cop out? Definitely, but again I'm not trying to write a literary classic. I'm just having fun.

3) FYI, since you brought up how a man would understand becoming a woman would be traumatic, I am a straight man and I do have some idea why it would be deeply traumatic. That I'm choosing to not focus on that is a conscious decision on my part.

greenespeon1995: You asked if my characters will meet SG 1? Of course! It won't be for a long while though. The story is currently in the pre-Canon timeframe, like thousands of years before any members of SG-1 are even born. Don't fret though, I've already written out the relevant chapters, it's just a matter of getting there.

Lastly, I want to thank everyone who favourited, followed or reviewed this fic. At 12 reviews, 74 favourites, and 105 follows at the time of this chapter's posting and only for 3 chapters this make this my most successful story so far. That's not saying much since it's a relatively small following but I nevertheless want to offer my thanks.

And that's all I have to say this chapter. Till next time, peace out.