Chapter 7
It has been fifteen days since they retreated into the asteroid field, the 'land' mark that separated this system's habitatable, central worlds and the outer terminus of the solar system with its gas giant and barren planetoids of varying size. While these masses, all uncontested and untapped, had practical mountains available in terms of Burn-Stone (something Fenrir had to learn was called modernly as 'Naquadah'), Trinium and other baser materials like iron, argon and varying radioactive materials, primarily Ursani, to assist in restoring the Energon crystal to full functionality, as well as recover and prepare for the eventual plunge back into the fray.
The entire first week had been focused to giving the Jaffa space worthy suits to harvest the resources initially, so that they may activate the Foundry and rouse the robotic work forces of the variables of Automata.
It was both disquieting and hilarious seeing Jaffa struggle in the void, the gravity bubble being a struggle for them. Until they had a foot under solid ground, where they then acted like the earth-human metaphorical 'as a truck to water' or something to that extent.
When they managed to make sure the Automata would fully reactivate, the repair of Ha'Gael went off better then clockwork, with the streamlined and highly coordinated workforce being led by none other than Ha'Gael herself. While other World-Ships, in fact, all of them plus several military vessels of the clans then eventually Old Hierarchy, had Directorate Persona Metal-Minds in charge of this repair and the gathering of forage materials.
Ha'Gael would not want, nor would she need such, having the mental capacity to operate the Automata as well as all of her other functions and still have some extra processing power leftover.
The reason why this Metal-Mind was not the norm... well...
Fenrir nearly wretched when he sipped the biofeed, a sort of highly nutritious, if tasteless, paste of amino acids, simple proteins, and vitamins that the body required, converted from crude matter such as fecal matter, grime, rocky minerals. Literally being made from dirt.
That didnt explain the taste.
Fenrir dropped the cup of brown-green paste, hacking up the gruel that tasted as if it was created from the decayed, mushroom waste that had laid under Ha'Gael's backside since the beginning of her dormancy.
"Are you alright milord?" Asked Figa, being a few paces ahead of him from the food processor.
"Does it taste abhorrent to you or just me?" Fenrir asked, spitefully quiet.
"Taste as good as it ever does I guess." She shrugged.
"Never mind me." Fenrir commented, waving a hand away from him.
She continued on her way to one of the mag rails, hauntingly vacant where it only shuttled one where it was meant to be moving dozens at a time across the massive vessel.
When he was confident that he was 'alone', he looked up at the dark-copper ceiling. "Are you going to be holding this grudge for much longer?"
The speaker replied, "I do not know of what you speak. The synthesizer was momentarily fouled. It will not happen again." As nonchalantly as any being could.
"And my session with Baxtza? Why the exercise in alarm?"
"Emergency systems were down. Had to make sure that they were still working."
Fenrir seethed a bit, staring at the featureless ceiling in frustration. "Will you be making any more mistakes or exercises when the moments are least convenient?"
Ha'Gael sounded offended, her voice sour as she spoke, "I do not make such mistakes or repair my systems at your leisure. My health is my priority."
Fenrir sighed, "That had better change to be a yes in the not too distant future." Crossing his arms, "Speaking of; do not disturb me for the next two hours or so. I have a guest to entertain."
That confused Ha'Gael, his only sexual partner that she knew of was Baxtza, "The crude woman is on the opposing side of me, the only you'd entertain is your sparsely decorated quarters."
Fenrir smiled, "If that is the case, the vacant quarters shall be... thoroughly entertained."
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"Ahh!" Denta moaned in bliss, resting her forehead against the hard mattress as Kaennin continued to take her, plunging his glorious girth inside of her depths as he flipped her on her stomach and began to mate her like an animal. "Ah, Kaennin! Are you not yet satisfied?! We have been…" She groaned as his cock reached new depths, "We have been rutting like this for days!"
"If you did not wish it, why accept my advances?" He asked, slowing his pace, grabbing her hair and bringing her head up to his and whispered to her, "Do you do this out of pleasure or from some misplaced sense of gratitude?" Reminding him of the thinly veiled 'gratitude' of Baxtza.
As she thought of the answer, he gave a strong thrust, mudding her thoughts in ecstasy. "Uhm-uh." She moaned as he did it again, "S-Stop, can't think."
"If you do this to thank me, be warned; what I will do will be for my own indulgent. Not yours. But…" He removed himself from her, pushed Denta on her back and loomed over her, blue eyes looking at her near yellow ones with jovial, joyous energy. "If you want me for the sake of pleasing yourself…" He crawled back down over her belly, licking her sweaty left thigh, making her shutter. "I will introduce you to such pleasures the likes of which you have not dreamt of, and may come to my door no matter the hour or the depths of the depravity craved." He began kissing and licking his way to her achingly blissful quim. "What say you?"
Denta was uncertain, of this and many things. Freedom was again hers, her memories, faded from the parasite's abuse, and now this man continued to seduce her and was proposing some kind of intensely physical relationship. She barely knew who she was herself, where to go when this is over or…. Anything, save one thing; what he did when he took her to his bed was amazing.
She gently nodded downwards, locking eyes with him.
He needed no more words, smashing his mouth against her lower lip, pushing his tongue past her folds and pattered against the sensitive nodes of flesh. She shrieked in surprise, gripping his head with both hands, squealing as he continued to bring her closer and closer to climax. "Kaennin!" She yelled out, mouth agape as she arched her back, her orgasm bringing blurry, discolored spots to her vision, only fading when she regained her breath, laying upon the mattress, writhing silently against the quick dashes of lightning that ran through her nerves.
As she began to reclaim a sliver of coherent thought, Kaennin lifted her waist, plunging his genitals again within her own and began bucking against her as if he was rabid, where the only rhythm she could feel was his abandon to plunge then retract just short of fully unsheathing from her, repeating this procedure over and over again.
Her mind numbed from the experience, becoming something just short of a beast in heat as he continued his relentless assault. As he began to pick up pace, her thoughts waned to a starch blankness as he finally groaned into his own climax.
Hours passed. Or was it seconds? She could not track much other than her own exhaustion and the searingly pleasant, liquid warmth in her belly.
She must have fallen asleep immediately after, as her next coherent thought were of waking in the room, devoid of Kaennin. Despite his absence, she smiled to herself as she lay. She found him allowing to know certain things of him… reassuring. She was surrounded by trained Jaffa, many remembering her former bondage as the face and voice of the Headhunters, unwilling to look pass acts she herself did not do. With Kaennin explaining what his real name was and why he shared it with her satisfied his sense of both trust and respect to her, a human was either viewed as a host or slave in the dominions of the Goa'uld, but to him, he respected her because of it, not in spite of it. When she asked why, he replied that humans were 'terribly wonderful', that the ones that led to our birth, the Gate Builders, unintentionally created both a horror and a miracle all at once, one that he would see free and protected, by both himself and the Jaffa who he believes will follow him in the near future.
Denta moved herself into a more comfortable position on the featureless bed, thinking as she drifted back to slumber, 'He shared that name with me because it was his human name. To the Jaffa, they would only see him as Fenrir, a warrior, a slayer of false gods, a liberator. To me? I am not sure yet.' A brief flutter flew around in her stomach, 'But he is at least a wonder. No doubt about that.'
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"Alright, Ha'Gael will control these Various Environment Shuttles by remote as we take them from settlement to settlement and evacuate all of the Jaffa that will come." Fenrir folded his arms across his chest, gesturing to the dots on the holographic star system in the Wardroom displaying the drop sites on the three planets in the system, Hijin, Tzorim, and the capital-world, closest to the sun, Ix'Zary. "You will be sent two per shuttle, and defend your position as the Portals send them here to safety."
"The vehicles are not armed?" Hassir voiced, eyes attentive and energetic with the plan, the possibility of setting free more of her sisters and brothers.
Fenrir shrugged and chuckled, "Not enough room past the Intangibility device, the micro Jumper, Portal connector and hyperdrive. Besides, these, the shuttles have enough armor to accelerate into an asteroid and be left only a few dents."
Brishin smiled, "Good because, baring Btahm, you have some seriously poor pilots under your command."
"That's what my control is for, Jaffa." Ha'Gael herself spoke into the room, having learnt Summa-Goa from not only their discourse aboard, but monitoring communication between the Goa'uld motherships and the surface of worlds. "You are not trained to use these, yet."
"That is correct, but I believe you are more than capable of doing what you do best on the ground!" Fenrir laughed, "Cutting down any foolish to fire on you or those who flee?!"
Figa spoke, "With these weapons…" She deployed her Apex armor, having registered a pattern of it to each member of the cabal. "This will seem like child's play."
"Do not allow overconfidence to cloud judgment. Continue to use cover, do not over extend your reach, do not attack, only defend." Fenrir then grinned, "But do try and have fun. I will send down the message to the center of each population center. It will undoubtedly draw attention of the guards first, but if you need to show of your superior to the people, a sign of our truth and might, do so conservatively and not stray from the shuttle."
"What of you, my lord?" Kanyto asked.
"Oh yes." He said before continuing in a plain tone, "I'm going to commandeer a Ha'Tak over Hijin while you all are busy."
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"My lord, I beg of you to let me accompany you." Kanyto stated, following Fenrir's side in private request when the others began mobilizing for the mission.
"My dear, then who would cover Figa? She is already a sore target, she will need your aim and your quick eye." He turned his head slightly, "You know better than most I can take care of myself. Why do you wish to follow me about so?" Deciding to be a bit teasing, ran a hand across her cheek, pushing back grey hair past her ear.
She looked away from him instantly, a sense of exposure and embarrassment from his gesture, she spoke as evenly as possible. "You may be strong but you know only little of us Jaffa and the Goa'uld are another story altogether. I can guide your-" He silenced her by placing a thumb over her lips.
"You will be a miracle today, but not by my side, but by helping your people find freedom from Goa'uld. This mission is mine. Now, please go to the hangar. Prepare for war." He said, voice as sweet as honey dappled across her ears. 'How can anyone sound so perfect?' A telepathic suggestion? Some kind of psionic manipulation? Maybe. The possibilities did not dilute the effects his venomously succulent words had on her heart and mind.
She bowed her head to him, "Y-Yes, my lord." Before departing as he instructed.
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"There are over eight hundred life forms on that vessel." Ha'Gael spoke through the short-wire on the shuttle as he departed along with the others. Twelve vessels excluding his own, all quickly merging their skins with the star-spotted void, dashing to their varying destinations like bees, searching for their prized pollen to return to the hive.
"I know. I can read." He commented, touching several control triggers and sigils.
"You will not be able to kill them all in time for you to take control of the vessel. They would likely pin you down on the bridge."
"Perhaps." The ship making a quick stop before Jumping. The aforementioned Jumper was similar to the Asgard teleportation mechanism, save instead of just converting small matter to an energy-stream, the Jumper made it possible to convert the whole mass of the starship. It was useful, however, only in short distances, being unable to keep coherent hold over interstellar distances, disintegrating in less than half a light-year, not to mention the time required by the computer to plot the course and set out. A brief moment of no-input, as if someone plucked the stars away from the sky, then the matter reemerged and he was again in the system, looking down at the 'small' world of Hijin, the Ha'Tak barely a mite of dust in his vision against the sheer size of the world bellow.
"Why do you enjoy these solitary suicide missions?" Ha'Gael asked in a condescending tone.
"Suicide? You imply there's a chance I may die on one of these." He thrust the controls forward, accelerating towards the Goa'uld mothership, "Have you not learned!? I am going to live forever!"
The shuttle quickly diminished the distance between it and the orbiting Ha'Tak, the sensors analyzing the shields and adjusting the hull for contact. Fenrir did not slow in his speed, bent on penetrating the vessel with his own as he shifted through the shields and wracked though the golden pyramid center.
Bodies flew out from the massive hole in the vessel, Jaffa and human slaves alike, bouncing off the walls into the bare vacuum of space.
The VES decloaked, and quickly strode out Fenrir, armed in the burnt Apex he donned on the world bellow, baring the scars on his armor proudly, magnetic locks on his boots securing his weight on the starship, striding steadily forward.
As he met a sealed bulkhead, he unfurled his Particle Halberd, the scorching hot metal blade slicing into the reinforced door like a blade across water, air hissing angrily as it escaped to the exposure he left behind him. The VES quickly dislodged itself, no better for wear as Ha'Gael retrieved the vessel and Jumped it back to her clutches.
He activated his armor's sensor, smiling at the numbers that lay between him and the Pel'Tak. "Ahhh if only you knew death came for you this day."
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Baxtza was relieved when she was given the mission to the capital. She knew it was Fenrir's way of telling her 'Go find your family', disguised as a mission. She was happy that he took her family's existence positively, uncertain if she could continue to seduce him if he knew. If anything their last exercise was more thorough.
As the invisible craft landed in a clearing in the metropolis, shooting up dust and sand from the stony streets. Immediately opening the rear of the middle of the 'C' shaped shuttle, the intangibility field dissipating, shocking the people nearby as it set down.
Baxtza and Brishin pressed a sigil along the underside of their right gauntlets, their Apex armor deploying across their bodies, but they carried their old and familiar staff weapons out, both unwilling and unable to rely on weapons they know nothing of.
Baxtza spoke to the people that had gathered, "My friends, I come before you bearing the hope of seeing you all free from Ix-Chel and all Goa'uld! Behind me is a portal, bring all you can through it if you desire to defeat Ix-Chel before she adds you and your children's bodies to her Pyre!"
Of course, there was an air of sudden, shocked confusion, as people, whom were continuing their lives such as they were when Ix-Chel annexed their worlds.
Brishin sighed, "Guess they'll need some visual assistance." She said to herself, pressing the communication rune on her gauntlet, "Ha'Gael? Can you use the shuttle to project that interrogation video Fenrir made when we made the visit to the camp?"
"One moment." The World-Ship replied.
Brishin then gestured to her partner, "Go find Son'Tza and B'ari."
Too ecstatic to correct her, she quickly dashed from the town square and ran south, to the rural gardens.
Brishin looked back at her, smiling as she slipped two fingers into a pouch at her belt, "It is probably going to be hard to explain to them how you've been bribing your so called savior with your own body." Pinching one of the tracking globes that the Headhunters gave her a winter ago.
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"B'ari! Sa'Tza!" Baxtza entered the hovel, held firm with cascrete and stones against the intense heat and sandy winds of the plains. She left out the door to the otherside, "Amae'an?! Where in the underworld are you?! Where are my daughters?!"
As her eyes analyzed her surroundings, the poorer, looser connected linings of housing off the dense metropolis. She gripped hair in hissing frustration, panic and fear gripping her heart like a great serpent's vice. She ran back to the hovel and analyzed the interior for any tracks or clues of departure of its seemingly vacant denizens. As she ran a hand over a sandy floor, finding the remains of some kind of imprint, she heard from behind her, "Halt! Name!"
As she snapped around, Va'Tok pointed, her flank was met with a pulse blast from a similar weapon, but only dazed her a second from the shield take the energy of the shot and the armor taking the minute kinetic impact, where she pointed her staff at the attacker on a knee and hesitated as she looked upon her.
Baxtxa's eyes widened as she gave a gasp and dropped her weapon to the floor. Before her she beheld a child before the age of Prim'Ta, holding in her small, clumsy hands, an old, worn Va'Tok. Where she remembered, what feels like centuries ago, a child, bright eyed and innocent, holding close to her older sister with uncertain curiosity as Baxtza left them both with Amae'an. Now she saw a child, eyes darker and angry, skin tanned, hands blistered and rough as she held the staff, sheer determination replacing what should have been skill as she pointed the dangerous weapon, knowing if it were not for the armor she wore, she would have very well been dead.
Baxtza felt the pain tinge of tears as she dropped to both her knees and quietly asked out, "B'ari?"
The girl's eyes flinched, taking in the trespasser's features slowly, flinching between her head and her hands in paranoia. After several seconds, her own features softened as she began to recognize key features, of a time long passed. Her staff wobbled in her hands, "W-Who are you? You infringe on my family's house."
Baxtza had to fight the urge to reach out and hold her youngest child once more, barely past a babe when she had to leave her in a friends care to fight a hopeless war. "My name is Baxtza, y-you and…. Where is your sister? Sa'Tza? Your guardian?"
"How do you know…? Are you? No, you are dead." She whispered, staff shaking harder as its weight affected her holding it in this way has begun to give. "Can you be-?"
Baxtza slowly reached out, pushing the eye-like barrel of the Va'Tok downwards, only meeting the slightest resistance, "I am not dead. I cannot die knowing you would be left without both parents."
B'ari immediately dropped the staff and flung herself at her long lost mother, wrapping arms around her, skin scraping against rough armor as they embraced one another.
Boxtza spared a moment to release her own tears, holding B'ari's head against her shoulder. She sniffed, smiling, pulling her youngest daughter back, "Now, where is Sa'Tra and Amae'an?"
B'ari rubbed away her watery eyes and picked up the Va'Tok Staff, walking just outside of the hovel and yelled, "It is safe! She is a friend!"
After a moment, the pair left their moldy hiding places along the lines of the metropolis outskirts and made way to their home.
The first Baxtza saw was Amae'an, an old Jaffa that has begun to make way into her elder years, eyes dim, muscles no longer what they were, the centuries old crone warrior smiled at her long lost friend. "Ah, little-fighter!" She quickly embraced Baxtza, "It is good to see you well!"
"Worse knowing you let my youngest daughter approach an armed stranger!" She both glared and laughed, "You have taught her well. But where is my oldest? Why did she not greet me instead of B'ari?"
As she spoke, another entered through the door, staying near it as she looked on Baxtza, her eyes passivity poorly masking their disdain. As Baxtza recognized Sa'Tra, she noticed that the girl's posture was odd and gasped when she saw her right arm, from above the elbow-down, was gone, the fleshy nub covered in sandy bandages. As she did so, Sa'Tra practically spat, "Mother."
Pushing aside Amae'an, she knelt in front of Sa'Tra extending a hand out to grasp a shoulder, but the girl flinched and backed away from it. "By all of the gods…. What has happened?"
Sa'Tra's fury was as clear as day now as she cursed, "You damned me to this."
Baxtza's eyes widened, "What do you mean?"
Amae'an moved towards the pair where she then spoke, "During the initial days of the occupation, food was scarce. We were desperate to feed B'ari and… she was caught, hands upon stolen bread and they punished her."
Baxtza closed her eyes in horror, bowing her head. She was shocked out of her laments when she heard the roar of Death Gliders, running above. "Quickly! You must all come with me!"
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"I tell you…" Fenrir flicked his fingers down to the floor, blood practically pouring from his digits, before he retracted his right's hands armor protection enough so when he placed his naked hand onto the Pel'Tak's control node, he could access the ship's metal mind without interference, moving around the corpses at his feet.
'This beast's mind is even simpler then the Tauri's earth-bound base.' He thought to himself as he interacted with its aspects mentally. "Now, shall we see where most of you be?" The sensors quickly popped up on the screen and displayed the dispersal of the Grand Army on the surface beneath him. A great many, he smiled, were gathered near the World-Gate.
He quickly gave the command to the Ha'Tak, the massive vessel moving out of orbit and swiftly began its descent to the surface with haste. Fenrir cleaved his halberd into the control-mechanism, assuring that, even if they could somehow control the vessel elsewhere, gravity and her infinite, all spanning brutal finesse will assure that it will fall upon or near the World-Gate to cause massive damage to the thousands strong on Hijin.
Now, the aspect of the mission which would prove the trickiest: getting off the ship before it starts to burn in the atmosphere.
"Gael! It's time!" Fenrir said enthusiastically into his comm, "If you would be so kind as to take me someplace more scenic?"
The great World-Ship calculated for only a minute before she said, "I believe it will be plenty scenic where you are, off the left view you would be seeing dense jungle in less than one and a half minutes."
"Sass me later darling! Get me outta here!" He spoke in Gjin-Ai.
"Acknowledged. Proceed after of the bridge-deck, the VES will have its hatch prepared."
He smiled, pointing his particle halberd to the hull facing him and fired volley after volley, until the last vault he jumped met noting but minimal gravity and the black embrace of space. He managed to twist his body around, seeing the approaching world, and the Ha'Tak he had so elegantly departed light like kindly in a firepit. As his mass wandered in near weightlessness, the VES's central section embraced him, the main hatch closing him in and his view of the spectacle ahead.
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"Come! Quickly!" Baxtza heard the enemy Va'Tok fire grow louder, pounding against the hull of the shuttle, made a holographic display of a god, in Fenrir's torturous hands, face bloody as it cried out, 'I am no god! I am no god! Please, don't kill me!' Before being met with silence and the massage repeating again. "Brishin! To your right! We-" But she was met only with fire as she rounded the corner, enemy jaffa and crone guards having gathered near the shuttle, too close in fact. "Brishin! Where are you!?"
Almost on que, the quartermaster flew out of cover, shooting several Jaffa with well-placed shots, nearly clearing the block with of them. "Get them in! Half the metropolis has entered the Portal since the recording played!"
"See that! Run into it! I will cover!" Baxtza yelled to her children and friend, running out of cover and shooting her staff at a firing line not to far, forcing them back into cover, sandy stone debris fracturing and shattering under powerful Va'Tok shots.
As soon as her family was safe, past the mystical red-warping pool of the Portal, she yelled to Brishin, "Let us depart from this place! Before the Death Gliders come 'round again!"
Nodding to her comrade and smiling behind her helm, knowing that she had let pass more than refugees seeking freedom.
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"Evacuate! Now! To the Gunships! The transport! Fly from here!" The Lord Marshall practically yelled over the communication network, "Get away from the Chappa'ai, that mothership is coming down right on it!"
"We have nearly half the Grand Army there my lord!" A Secunde yelled out, both informatively and in shock at what would inevibaly occur.
The crash itself could be described as cataclysmic, not only with the innumerable Jaffa crushed from the impact and its force, but from the reactors and the Chappa'ai, all Naquadah heavy, exploded with such a force that it would put an Ark-Bomb to shame. The Stargate was undoubtly destroyed in the event, with the easiest means of retrieving the Grand Army from their homeworld of Ishkar, even if the Nebula Storms have died down, allowing hyperspace travel safer, navigating said nebulae would take nearly a month between Ix'Zary and Ishkar.
The Lord Marshal has lost most possibly the greatest army in the western territories of the Goa'uld Empire. Thousands of souls, snuffed away in mere moments. The jackal-guard shook his head within his helm, looking at the explosion from his vantage point in a Gunship. "How many have survivied?"
It took a minute or so for the Rol'Na armor columns and their infantry brigades to confirm their existences to the Secunde. "We have just over one thousand souls, my lord. The first wave that was sent out."
He cursed himself, knowing that the spearhead wave was the thinnest, most veteran of the Grand Army. He would not be able to successfully comb this world of the rebels with so few, but he at least there were at least two thousand still at home, the third waving having yet to depart.
But now, he was with minimal support and he doubted that the Goa'uld, especially his queen in Ix'Zary, would wait for his explanation before they ripped his Prim'Ta from him.
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Hassir strode up to the VES which opened to reveal her lord, wiping blood, crusted and frozen off his armor with a cloth. "My lord, we have saved some tens of thousands of souls, it is difficult to count in such a short number, but we have sent them to the apartments in the first arm."
"Ha'Gael?" He asked nonchalantly, his armor folding into his chest piece and gauntlets.
"Seventy-three thousand, five hundred, sixty-two, of which, twenty-thousand, one-hundred and seven are human." The Metal-Mind answered.
His eyebrows rose, "Wow. Can't believe it was this successful, thought it would take several sessions to be this fruitful."
"The Jaffa are more than willing to fight against false-gods." Kanyto walked to Hassir's side. "We all just need the hope of victory which you have provided."
"Flattery will get you everywhere my friend." Fenrir chuckled as he placed a hand on Kanyto's shoulder, passing her to view past the hangar, the vast number of Jaffa, old, young, women, men, children all being directed by the Automata to the World-Ships vacant apartments, for food and rest.
"Now, where is… ah!" He exclaimed as he saw Baxtza, "Are they alright? The children?"
Baxtza stiffly nodded, "I wish to speak with you on that; my eldest daughter has lost a massive portion of her arm… do you have anything that can regrow it?"
Fenrir's smile pressed into a dry line, "No, but I… Ha'Gael, have you awakened the Apothecary?"
She almost sounded displeased, "Must I? If I rouse him, I cannot guarantee he will be able to stop talking."
"Gael…." Fenrir chastised.
"The Apothecary, Ria-zar, is in the process of awakening, proceed to deck five, blue sector." Ha'Gael continued.
"Get your children, and meet me there as soon as you can."
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"Jaffa! Kree!" One of the disguised Crone-Guards ordered her small cabal, holding explosives and sabotage equipment under cloaks and dresses.
"This vessel is massive! We do not know where to strike!" One Jaffa said.
"If we cannot find anything vital to pluck from this ship, we will attack the residential areas, exposing these traits to space. Simple." She continued.
Little did they know that Ha'Gael was monitoring the group of Jaffa as they fled from the main lines of refugees. The Burn-Stone explosives were so easy to pick out that she instantly had drafted a dampening field for the device's trigger across the deck, moving it with the group as they fled into her depths. She was actually having fun, anticipating if the group would come across a chamber that led to vacuum, where she would send them out of and have them choke on voice, but became disappointed as they travelled further in without crossing such an opportunity.
A part of her desired to mention the saboteurs to her maker, but refrained from doing so, feeling hope that they would become lucky enough to cross an airlock eventually.
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"Ah! Welcome! Welcome!" A red painted, multi-armed Automata exclaimed at the ground entryway to the massive Hospice, a cylinder, breaching multiple decks of blue sector. "It has been over one-hundred thousand years since my last patient, please! I am eager to help!"
Fenrir placed a hand up, "Greetings, Rai-zar, I come in the hopes you can gift a child void of a limb, a new one?"
"Of course!" All the hands clasped together over its chest in cheer, "I merely need a genetic sample to forge the markers of the prosthetic in order to prevent rejection, and the patient himself!"
"Herself, the child and her mother should be here shortly."
After a time, the Baxtza's family arrived, Rai-zar quickly ushered them all within the Hospice, the building engaged in a throng of repair, with the Metal-Mind Rai-zar returning his home and occupation to prime splendor, a bustle with Medical Automata like the one at the front, sweeping, shining and sanitizing a long abandoned realm. While he will have to coordinate with Ha'Gael for maintainers to fully repair certain facilities, the Hospice was quickly reclaiming a semblance of familiarity to Fenrir's memories.
"Come come! On this!" The Automata led the group to a series of beds, with the back of showing a number of robotic limbs, legs, arms, forearms, thighs, all ready to be equpuided. "Now! What will happen: I need a sample of your genetic material, shortly after, I will induce a phantom sensory phenomena to attune your nerves to the synthetic limb. This will take several days, depending on the ease of tranisition of the neveres attumenment to a forign imput/output. I have several Automata preparing you and your daughters quarters for the stay on the deck bellow."
Amae'an shuffled to Fenrir as the family asked a barrage of questions to the Automata, where she asked the Clansman, "You would provide this gift to my friend's daughter for free?"
Fenrir's gaze did not leave Baxtza, as she smiled from the prospect of her daughter having both limbs once more, "No and yes. I ask, in partial repayment, where is their father?"
"Yur'ma died in a construction accident seven years ago, sometime after B'ari was born. Why?"
Fenrir shrugged, "Baxtza did not speak of her husband. I assumed he lived and not talking of him made our activities easier." He frowned.
"Activities?"
"Oh um…" Fenrir looked away, "Never mind me."
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"We have several thousand souls willing to fight, including men and several elders." Hassir continued her advising, "As well as several humans, but I am under the assumption that you would not welcome them in our forces?"
"You assume incorrectly, Hassir." Fenrir narrowed his eyes to her, "They have the same will to fight as any Jaffa, they merely may not be as adept as your kind. Have several placed under more… patient Jaffa give them basics of warfare, we will need every arm that can hold a weapon straight and soon."
Hassir bit her tongue on commenting, she disliked the idea of her fellow Jaffa fighting alongside mankind, weak, feeble and having lost their teeth beng slaves made use only in building, mining, farming and serving as hosts for the children of the gods, illegible, weak and frail. "As you wish." She spoke maybe a little too harshly, before turning around and walking out of the Foundry chamber, a bustle of Automata working with smelting, forging and carving from recently mined Trinium, copper and steel.
Fenrir smiled as they forged not only rows of Apex pattern armor, his own, a newly forged Destroyer pattern, metal still glowing hot of glowing plates, massive pauldrons and more broad, heavier looking piece of technology. The sielding system is improved over the Apex, but the cloaking device still has the problem of destabilizing if shot with an energy weapon, but the armor alone would make the possibility of him even feeling a weapon impact, let alone being harmed from it, is minimal.
'Not only that…" Fenrir thought as he reach forward, taking a copper-colored staff weapon, the head more like a spear then a bulb, opening up three ways instead of two, the electromagnetic field holding the pulse blast being more efficient, can be formed almost immediately after a shot is left. The end of the Va'Tok, replacing the club, is more of a pyramid point, with a very tiny barrel where a tip should be, a cartridge of excited particles at the base of the point. While this particle cannon is limited in shots, the piercing power alone makes up for it. It would almost make a fair close quarter weapon. He has kept the dimensions of the Va'Tok staff, its weight, but by the Cosmic Eternals, was it better. The main pulse cannon was replaced with a plasma thrower, replacing the yellow-white shot that had varying chances of killing power, shot force and overall weapon efficiency, with a teal-green plasma shot that could shatter cover, obliterate an enemy's body and burn through armored individuals or vehicles. An experienced wielder of the Va'Tok would be made near unstoppable with this, the Plasma Lance.
"Kanyto, please come forth." He held the Plasma lance to her with both hands, presenting it to her like a gift, "Take this weapon and tell me how it can be perfected. This is a weapon made for Jaffa hands, as it is, it must be able to stand to your standards."
He continued the rest of the day, making sure that the new residential areas were fully functional and the new district representaitves knew how to interact with Ha'Gael if they had any issues with the apartments. Until he was able to reforge the Hierearchy, with a bustling buerarctic system to take care of day to day issues, he will need to make sure his new subjects will have understanding and acess to their new resources.
When the day finally waned and he retreated back to his quarters atop of Ha'Gael's blue sector, he was happily surprised to discover Denta in his chambers, but was sternly surprised by a Medical Automata under the control of Ria-zar. The humanoid drone was the first to speak, "Ah master! You have returned just in time!"
He eyed the machine and his human lover skeptically, "What is the meaning of this, Apothecary?"
"Yes, well-"
"I can explain this, machine-helper." Denta declared in Summa'Goa with surprising force, her words being warped in lacking of exact descriptions, quickly growing a mirrored reflection in Fenir's mind's eye of the time she was a host. Maybe more of the parasite rubbed off on her then either had anticipated. She looked back to her host and her initial meekness returned as she made eye contact, "I uhm… I am…" She quickly silenced herself and reached out for his hands and placed them on her belly. "I awoke this morning very sick. I did not expect seed to take hold so soon after our encounters."
He was not certain if she expected him to feel a heart beat or a simple thought from the embryo, but he smiled warmly to her, as she desired. "Ah my dear. I apologize if this was-"
"Please, I must know, will it be… like me? Or I was? I do not-"
Fenrir sighed quietly, as he thought, 'Honestly, I was not anticipating siring any of the Clan until I made certain they could be born under a sky and stars that they owned through me.' "The child should be free of the paraistes influences, if my understanding of their biology is still sound." He turned to the Automata which quickly nodded.
"You are correct, but the embryo may be influenced by the Burn-Stone in her system, making her a hybrid unlike anyother. I do not know what it will have, but past studies indicate it may act as a psionic amplifier. I will keep her under close observation, with you leave." Rai-zar commented, waving a metallic, skeletal hand as he tried to express himself through the expressionless Automata.
"You have it, whatever you recommend." Fenrir nodded back to the Automata.
"H-Hybrid? It will be like you then?" Denta asked, fear painting her voice. Siring a child at all was terrifying in her mind, but having whatever influences from its father? What in the name of the gods would that do to it? To her?
Fenrir smiled, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, "Fear not, there is nothing to worry over." He gestured to the bed where he made her sit, "The child is a hybrid, whatever that means to you, I know it cannot be like me fully. He or she will be human in every sense of the word, but by the time usually of mid-childhood or so, it will begin to show more traits of a Clansman, those given to me and those like me by an artefact called the Heart of Darkness."
While it settled her only slightly, she continued to ask, "W-What… how are you different? What is the artefact?"
"The Heart of Darkness is… well, unknowable. Loki managed to find one when he discovered its connection to the Great Enemy. He exposed me and my kind when we were humans, no different then you, mere children, induced in a womb like sleep to better accept its blessings. When we awoke, I was the size I am now, if much younger. I was a mere beast, slaved to my lesser compulsions at the time. It took many years to come to my current refinement." He smiled, squeezing a shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her neck, making her smile slightly in turn.
"I am different, in how you separate mankind and what beasts is spawned from eons ago. Clansmen were forced to evolve under the cosmic rays of the Heart of Darkness, into beings of undeniable strength, will and endurance. But what we did not expect is that the mutations caused us to lose several vital aspects of our genetic code which a naturally evolving race should have when they procreate. Two first-generation clansmen should never breed, for what would come from that union would be a destructive abomination. So. As the last of the Clans, it is now my duty to resurrect my race, my bloodline, alongside seeing my power, the Hierarchy, return to this area of space and the Jaffa, as well as the humans, freed from parasitic bondage."
It took her several moments to process this information, to which, her eyes widened as she stared at him, "Does this… does this mean there will be others?" Shock staining a hint of disgust or repellence as she contemplated Kaennin laying with other women, siring further descendants. What does that mean of her child? She be but one among a bushel of others? Unloved from her father? Merely a means of insuring his kind do not dwindle?
Kaennin nodded slowly, "I will take others to my bed. I must breed with others, or, if I should die, there will not be a large enough genetic pool for the Clans to truly grow and thrive, generations down the line." He then ran his opposing hand across her brow, pushing her head into his chest. "If you feel betrayed, I am sorry. Know that I will cherish you and the child, and if you wish to leave my side and take the child with you, I understand. I did not confront you with my intentions and-"
"Your intentions were to impregnate me! How in the heavens would I still have let you have your way with me if I had known you wished to do it with me and others and not cared for the child if-!" Pushing away from him and standing up.
"You think I would not care!?" He demanded, "That I would see our children, my offspring as a passing part of my plans?" Still seated, "I would cherish you and the babe. Shower you both in all the affections I could give and all the safety and provisions I could must!" He stood up and walked in front of Denta, the woman unwilling to look up at him until he cupped her chin and forced her to look. "I would embrace you as my cherished woman, my lovely Denta. No matter how you desired presence now or in the future, I am yours in any way you wish."
She fell into small sobs, hugging him. Which surprised Fenrir. He expected her to hit him or curse his name and stomp out, like the many consorts he has taken to make mothers. She was scared, more than anything. He allowed his empathy to access only very surface of her mind, in fear of denying her privacy. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his chine upon her head. He had a quick shock run through his heart as she continued to weep against him, feeling a couple of emotions. The first, the oddest; shame. He hated its sour tang more than his entire exile and imprisonment combined. Second; the bitterest of illusions, hope. He quickly stomped out both, gently guiding her to the bed. After several minutes of her venting her despairs and fears, she fell asleep against him, as still as stone. Not long after, rest found him to, all the willing to share it with Denta.
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