Eventus
Author's Note:
I really want to thank everyone that has left a review, it's been wonderful. Special thanks go to the people who have stuck with my one chapter a week and still reviewed every chapter. Hopefully, the story will be worth it.
"This is all that's left of the Tokra?"
"There are a few scattered around the galaxy but yes, this is pretty much it."
The remains of the Tokra were injured and bedraggled, defeated in the true sense of the word. Jack was torn. His military sense told him to shove a nuke to Hera's homeworld and to hell with the consequences but his personal side wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there until this was all over.
"Do we have any idea of her movements?"
"Give us some time to contact the rest of our operatives then we'll know more."
"How long will that take?"
"With our people like this, I don't know." Jacob said with a sigh.
Hera was bored. Her troops were resting so she couldn't go and attack anyone, the Tokra had provided a pitiful resistance and even the Tauri were keeping their distance.
"Nil'ac, I am bored."
The devoted Jaffa bowed his head. "My lady, we did keep something in case you required entertainment."
Hera smiled. This was unexpected. "Bring it in."
An old, bleeding Tokra was dragged in and Hera's smile widened. Nil'ac would be well rewarded for this.
"Did you know you are the last of your race?"
Fear flickered in the old man's eyes. "You lie."
"I wiped them out myself. Heard their screams, tasted their blood."
"I don't believe you."
"That really doesn't matter." She flexed her fingers and aimed the ribbon device at the broken Tokra. "Soon you will beg for their fate."
After an hour, the Tokra was lying on the floor sobbing and Hera was feeling much better. She raised her hand again and the man cried out. "Enough! I will tell you what you want to know!"
Hera laughed; a cold sound that echoed around the stone room. "Your race is dead. You have no information I want."
The horror in his eyes was beautiful. "Then why are you doing this?"
"I was bored."
When the Tokra was dead, Hera sent for her most loyal. Nil'ac was apprehensive as he entered her quarters but he was willing to do what she wished.
"You sent for me, my lady?"
Hera stroked his face and he stepped closer, his head still bowed low.
"You admire my new body."
"It is hard not to, my queen"
She lifted his chin until they were looking eye to eye.
"Do you have a family?"
He was bolder now and answered eagerly, "I have a wife and three children."
"Do they love you?"
"Yes, and I them."
"Will they resent your betrayal of them?"
There was now only millimeters separating the two.
"It is not their choice to make."
"Good," Hera smiled before kissing him, "I didn't want to kill you."
When Hera arose, she saw that Nil'ac had remembered his place and had already left her chambers. She went to her window and saw hundreds of petty mortals, pandering to her every whim in an effort to extend their miserable existence. It was good, not having to share their worship with her weakling of a husband.
The look of horror and fear in the eyes of the "almighty Zeus" as she stabbed him was still a fond memory.
She dressed quickly and left her chambers without a backward glance. Today her Jaffa would be refreshed and a new day of destruction could begin.
Authors Note:
Sorry if the scene with Sam and Nil'ac was a bit icky. It made me squirm as well but that was just how the story developed. It was supposed to illustrate the difference between Hera and Sam. So it wasn't really Sam and Nil'ac but Hera and Nil'ac. I don't know if that makes it any better.
