16th of Vlopa, 6547 A.S.
(May 10, 2001)
Læfold, Milky-Way
Like most every other world that the Tok'ra had used as a homeworld in recent history, Læfold was a desert world. Its orbit was currently far enough away from its sun for its surface to remain habitable, but close enough to be dangerously hot on the surface when the sun was up and bitterly cold once the sun had set. (Daniel had compared the planet once to Death Valley on earth.) Water was scarce. Plant life was small and scrubby at best where nature had adapted to the harshening conditions, non-existent at worst. Læfold, like Nistra, was another planet not from the Abydos cartouche. It had never been inhabited or used by the Ancients as far as the Furlings knew, and when the Tok'ra had been forced to move homeworlds in the wake of Tanith's escape, Læfold was what the Furlings had helped the Tok'ra find. It was a harsher world than any of their recent homeworlds had been, but it was not known to the Goa'uld and deep in Furling-controlled space.
The name Læfold was not Goa'uld and not Furling, either, but came from Asgardian, meaning "Bane-World." Someone had used that term as the planet's name as a placeholder during the finalization of the plans for moving the Tok'ra there, and the name had stuck. It seemed fitting given that the Tok'ra were the bane of the Goa'uld.
One of many now.
The sun had set some long hours before on Læfold. The planet's rotation was slow, compared to both Uslisgas and Midgard, though not as slow as Abydos, and for thirty-two long hours every day, the surface baked in the sun and then froze in the cool of the night. Sheltered by the deep, sucking sand dunes that surrounded the Stargate, the Tok'ra guards changed shifts here more frequently at night, fighting to stay warm enough even with the aid of their symbiotes. By day, they changed shifts even more frequently, battling against dangerous hyperthermia.
Midway through the night, the Stargate opened.
For a moment, nothing happened, and the guards watched carefully but not fearfully. The Furlings, their closest allies, sent soldiers or scouts through from time to time or deliveries of foodstuffs, weapons and armor, or other supplies.
Then, a man stepped through the Stargate. He was tall with a slim build, dark-haired and dark-eyed, with an utterly nondescript face. Though almost stumbling with exhaustion, the man seemed to know what he was looking for and stepped away from the Stargate, heading directly toward the guards, though his pace was slow, hindered by the deep sand.
Ocker, Chief of Security on Læfold, felt the tingling of a fellow symbiote's naquadah presence race across his skin as the newcomer approached the place where he and his fellow shift-guards were waiting … in prime ambush position for less than friendly arrivals. He still had about … fifteen seconds … to decide how to welcome this man.
Ocker knew him.
What he did not know was why he was here. He was not supposed to be here, and that was suspicious … and concerning … on many levels. His host Ramose, sharing his knowledge but lacking his experience, understood his unease and let the silence linger, giving Ocker a few precious seconds of quiet to decide his next course of actions. The others were waiting on his instructions.
Mnevis.[1] Why was he here?
Mnevis was legendary among the Tok'ra infiltrators, deep-cover operatives who risked their lives by infiltrating the very empires of the System Lords, often working their way up the ranks until they held trusted positions as underlings or Underlords, risking becoming the tortured play-things of the System Lords if they were discovered.
(Death was a mercy for them and one not quickly given, not permanent death, at least. With a sarcophagus, one could be brought back again and again and again until the Goa'uld were done extracting what information they could glean, having their revenge for such betrayal.)
Gaining such positions took time, decades or centuries, until one held a position of power and trust through which one could learn vital intelligence to send back to the High Council. The smallest mistake could mean exposure and set back the cause of the Tok'ra by untold amounts depending on how much the operative might reveal before death. (Even the strongest broke.) Once, every operative who died meant the Tok'ra were one step closer to extinction as a people. Not so, now that their queen had been returned to them beyond all hope, but the loss of an operative's position still meant the loss of vital ongoing information that was so vital for the ongoing work of the Tok'ra and the Furlings.
Of all the deep-cover operatives of recent centuries, Mnevis was one of the most legendary and one of the most powerful and high-ranked in the circles of the System Lords. Starting as a lowly servant of Hathor, Mnevis had become Warmaster under Ra, using his skills at strategy (and the information brought to him by couriers from the Tok'ra intelligence network) to predict the movements of Ra's enemies and win himself a position of trust at the Supreme System Lord's court. His skills were so precise and so accurate that Ra had thought him an oracle, heaping more and more responsibilities in more and more areas upon him. His star had waned after the reopening of the Tau'ri's Stargate and the subsequent death of Ra, events which the Tok'ra and, thus, Mnevis could not have predicted. In recent years, he had wormed his way into a high-ranking position at the court of Ba'al, who had once been an Underlord of Ra himself and who had been more than happy to gain the services of his former master's Warmaster and Oracle.
Mnevis was supposed to be at Ba'al's court on his homeworld, Shuruppak, not on Læfold.
If he had had intelligence to send back, it would have … should have … come by courier, one of whom had returned less than two weeks before.
Mnevis was not supposed to be here. So why was he? What had driven him from Shuruppak? From his appearance, it did not seem that his true identity had been discovered. He did not look as if he had fled, hunted and in haste.
That was Mnevis' host, a man whose name Ocker could not even remember. But could they be sure that the symbiote they sensed was indeed Mnevis? It would not be the first time that the Goa'uld had sent back one of their own children, puppeting the body of a Tok'ra host.
And yet … much of what had been normal operating procedure for centuries had not been normal for years now, as the Furlings swept through the galaxy and the System Lords fell before them, one by one.
And yet … this still was suspicious. Why was Mnevis here? Why now? Why had he not had whatever news he presumably brought sent by courier?
But there was no time to consider the matter further.
Ocker made several discrete hand-signals, signaling to the other guards to reveal themselves but to exercise caution and have their personal shields raised. Then he unfolded himself from his hiding place, appearing to those unfamiliar with Tok'ra practices as if he had appeared from the very sand dune itself.
Mnevis did not even startle but did stop his forward movement, two-and-a-half body lengths away from Ocker, who was the closest of the four guards to him. "I must speak with the High Council at once," he said, after identifying himself and giving the correct passwords and identification codes. "I have less than six hours before my absence at Shuruppak is discovered, but the news I bring cannot wait."
Ocker studied him for a moment. "Is it worth the risk of having your deception discovered?"
"Without a doubt."
Something about his tone, even though Mnevis would reveal no details there, chilled Ocker to the bone.
17th of Vlopa, 6547 A.S.
(May 11, 2001)
Uslisgas, Asteria
In the latest example of the Tok'ra being portends of doom, Daniel just knew that it was going to be a very long and very unpleasant day when Sujanha (or rather the whispers of the house AI with a message from Sujanha) had to roust him out of bed at an hour of the morning that was early even for her. (Granted at that very moment, he did not know yet that the Tok'ra were the cause of his early morning, but he would learn that soon enough.) It's going to be one of those days. I just know it. Sha're was sadly used to him leaving unexpectedly and at odd hours, which meant thankfully she barely stirred at the movement of the bed as he rose. A few minutes later, after he had dressed and gathered his things, she roused just enough to murmur a sleepy goodbye when he kissed her and then was asleep again by the time their bedroom door closed behind him.
The hallway was dark and quiet, its lights off. It was the first month of fall, and sunrise was slowly starting to tick later in the mornings, but sunrise was not that late yet. The sun was barely up yet, as Daniel looked out the window at the end of the hall. Only a faint glow was visible above the tree-line. Much too early. It must be serious to roust Sujanha out of bed. Wonderful. He stopped in Shifu's room long enough to 'say' goodbye to his son and gaze for a moment at his son's face, peaceful in sleep. Then Daniel muffled a yawn and went downstairs to face the day.
Sujanha was standing in the kitchen, leaning heavily against the counter by the sink, sipping on a mug of tea, clasped in both paws. She looked about as awake as Daniel felt.
"Can we say 'Good Morning' when the sun isn't really even up yet?" Daniel snarked tiredly, moving to pour himself a mug of tea, fortification for whatever disaster was to come. It can't be anything good for this early of a wake-up call. Nothing good could necessitate rousting the Supreme Commander of the Furling Fleet out of bed.
Sujanha gave an amused snort. "Since we are not not going to see each other until the next day, I would hesitate to say 'Good Night.' Considering our unexpected summons from bed and the earliness of the hour, perhaps we can use the typical greeting and just leave off the 'good.'"
Daniel grinned. "Works for me." He sobered abruptly. "So, what happened? It can't be good to get us out of bed at this hour." He glanced at the clock, checking the exact hour, and promptly cringed. Sometimes it's better to just not know.
"That I actually do not know yet. All I know is that Jacob-Selmak has arrived from Læfold with extremely urgent news, and one of the gate guards described him as 'almost panicked.' Even accounting for unfamiliarity and possible inadvertent exaggeration … it is still … concerning."
Well, that would be an understatement.
One disadvantage of having allied races on planets with vastly different day-lengths and day-night-cycle orientations compared to Uslisgas meant that people could show up here at all hours of the day or night. And when things were urgent, it couldn't be shunted off as someone else's problem until morning.
"How soon do we need to be over there?" Daniel asked.
"To Headquarters?" Sujanha shook her head wryly. "As soon as we're awake enough to function." Do I want to know how much sleep you did or didn't get last night? She was being especially open and familiar that morning, which Daniel could either attribute to a lack of sleep, their growing closeness as a strange little family unit, or some combination of both.
Daniel ran through the contents of the fridge and the cabinets quickly, deciding what could easily be made for a hasty breakfast. "Give me ten minutes."
Fifteen minutes later, Daniel and Sujanha beamed into her outer office. (He had managed to rustle himself a sandwich, using the previous night's dinner left-overs, and had even managed to get Sujanha to eat something. One of her blue-fruits and a thick slice of bread is better than nothing, though I'm still not sure how she manages on how little she eats most days.) Ragnar was there, leaning against the wall, head tipped back, eyes half-lidded. Asik was at his desk, head propped up on one fist, half-asleep visually as he scrolled through something on his tablet. Both looked up, and Asik made a vague gesture in the direction of her inner office, probably indicating that was where Jacob-Selmak was waiting for them. It was too early in the morning for formalities, apparently, even for what few formalities actually went on in Sujanha's offices in (relative) private.
As they entered, Jacob-Selmak rose from the chair he had taken in front of Sujanha's desk. He looks … really on-edge, sure. Quite worried, yes. On the edge of panic … I'd say not. Not by now, at least. "We have a problem," he began in English. "A very big problem."
Yep, definitely going to be one of those days.
The sigh Sujanha gave as she took her seat was barely perceptible even to Daniel. "My greetings, Jacob-Selmak. And by 'a very big problem,'" Sujanha replied, also in English, "is this an issue for the Fleet or the High Command?"
Jacob's face was grave as he retook his seat once Sujanha was seated. "I mean the Furling Empire and the Tok'ra have a very big problem." Welllllll …. Daniel muttered a few choice words in the privacy of his own mind.
Daniel pulled out his stylus and prepared to take notes, glancing up at those words to see how Sujanha reacted. A minor wince, still visible. She is tired. Her gaze went to Ragnar. "Tell Asik that I need to have a meeting with the High Command in … an hour." (Jacob nodded.) "Also, have word sent to the palace. The High King needs to be informed of the evolving situation as soon as he rises. Updates will be sent to him as soon as possible."
"Of course, Commander." Ragnar pushed away from the wall by the door, nodded slightly, and disappeared out into the outer office. A moment later, there was the murmur of hushed voices.
"Now,"—orders given, Sujanha turned back to Jacob-Selmak—"What happened? Tell me everything that you can in an hour, and then we will move to the meeting with the High Command and recap and then continue there."
"Anubis has returned."
Anubis. Daniel didn't remember hearing about a System Lord or even just a Goa'uld who had styled himself as that particular Egyptian god yet. He ran through what he knew about Anubis from Egyptian mythology.
Jackal-headed. God of mummification, cemeteries, and death … among other things.
Quite ancient. Appeared as early as First Dynasty inscriptions.
Weighed the hearts of the dead.
Was lord of the underworld until he got replaced by Osiris in the Middle Kingdom.
Nobody can agree on whom he was descended from.
Sujanha's gaze went distant for a long moment. "Aside from the sheer alarm now pouring off Malek, I know nothing about Anubis. He is not currently among the ranks of the System Lords, correct?"
A Goa'uld bad enough to seriously freak out the Tok'ra … This was just getting better and better.
"Anubis is one of the most powerful, cruel, and dangerous Goa'uld. Ever." Selmak was in control now. His voice was almost flat. "He was … is by far worse than Sokar. The Goa'uld and the Tok'ra thought him dead for millennia. He was banished during the First Goa'uld Dynasty because his crimes were unspeakable … even to the Goa'uld." Lovely. That's just great. "There was war for centuries. The destruction was catastrophic, but at the end Anubis was defeated by a coalition led by Ra, and he has been thought dead ever since. Until now."
Daniel made a few quick notes. "What did he do?" I'm afraid to ask. What is "unspeakable" to the Goa'uld?
Selmak shook his head. "That we do not know. Much from that period has been lost or was later suppressed by Ra after he became the Supreme System Lord."
Sujanha was frowning slightly. "How did this news come to the Tok'ra? We have heard of none of this through our scouts and spies."
"Mnevis," Mer-wer, bull-god worshiped at Heliopolis, assimilated with Atum, "who is probably our most highly placed spy left within the courts of the System Lords, brought word to us on Læfold last night," Selmak replied. "He risked everything to come, deeming the news rightly too vital to wait until a courier next traveled to meet with him."
"Whom does he serve?" asked Sujanha.
"Ba'al at his court on Shuruppak. Mnevis has been a spy among the Goa'uld for millennia. He was once Warmaster and Oracle to Ra and is now in the service of Ba'al, who was once an Underlord of Ra."
Millennia. Daniel couldn't imagine having to keep up appearances as a Goa'uld for thousands of years, couldn't imagine what Mnevis must have had to do to keep up appearances, to keep his cover from being blown. He carefully wrote down those names. Ba'al was a Canaanite deity in earth mythology, known for his appearances in biblical literature, among other well-known texts. Shuruppak was a Sumerian city south of Nippur, but not one particularly associated with Ba'al, given the lack of rain and storms in that area of Mesopotamia. Interesting choice of names. He might have captured it out of the hands of a different Goa'uld.
"How sure is he of his information?" asked Sujanha.
"Absolutely," Selmak replied. "Three days ago, the remaining System Lords and the most powerful of the Underlords gathered for a secret summit but not at their space station in the Hasara system, where all such previous meetings have been held, given that system is on neutral ground. Such councils are rarely held and usually require some great external or internal threat, severe enough for the Goa'uld to make common cause together until that threat is eliminated. There was no advanced warning before the meeting was to be held, no time for him to send word so that we might have used it to our advantage."
All their proverbial eggs in one space station.
Cut off the head of the literal snake in one fell swoop?
"A great external or internal threat necessitating common cause. In this case," Sujanha mused, "the threat is us, I presume?" The Furlings.
The Tok'ra councilor nodded. "The topic of the council was to address the continuing threat of your advance and how best it might be dealt with. Mnevis brought details on that, as well, which might best be saved for the High Command." Save you from having to tell that twice.
"Of course. Continue as to Anubis, please."
"During the meeting there were also discussions of a mysterious adversary who has been indiscriminately attacking the remaining System Lords by ship, which are more advanced than typical Hat'taks." (Daniel's head snapped up. Like Tanith? I'm assuming this 'mysterious adversary' is Anubis. So, Tanith may have spilled his guts to Anubis? Wonderful!) "On the second day of meetings, Wepwawet[2] arrived and petitioned for a seat at the council on, it was revealed, Anubis' behalf."
Wepwawet. "Opener of the Ways." Lupine war deity. Also, a death god because of the former.
Often confused with Anubis, who may have been his brother … or his son … depending on what you read.
His religious functions were subsumed by Anubis during or before the Old Kingdom, but Wepwawet was much older.
Was worshiped at Abydos. Possibly predated Khentamentyu, who possibly predated the First Dynasty.
"Wepwawet?" asked Sujanha.
"An ancient war and death god on earth," inserted Daniel. "Heavily associated with and sometimes confused with Anubis. They were related in some myths. Wepwawet was a very ancient deity."
Selmak nodded. "In ancient times, Wepwawet was a minor Goa'uld and the Warmaster of Anubis before his downfall. He was thought killed following his master's fall. It is possible this is the same Wepwawet returned or another who has taken his name and position. It would not be the first time." Interesting.
"Of course, thank you for the clarification," said Sujanha. "Please continue. Wepwawet was petitioning on Anubis' behalf."
"Yes. 'We must put aside our differences and individual struggles for power to strengthen the Goa'uld and ensure our supremacy over those who threaten our domination,' Wepwawet declared before announcing that he was petitioning on Anubis' behalf for his return to the fold of the System Lords. 'Accept him back or … place yourselves at his mercy.'"
Sujanha frowned. "If he is responsible for the upgrades of Tanith's fleet and the attacks that have tested our strength and defenses since the attack on Tollana … this Anubis has some power that the other Goa'uld do not. He has a position of strength. And we still do not know where he learned to make those upgrades." She shook herself sharply and bared her teeth momentarily.
"Anubis has been quietly amassing power for himself since he was banished from the System Lords," Selmak continued. "And with the threat you pose to their ongoing rule and, indeed, their very survival, he saw a need that was pressing enough to perhaps win him back his position. In return for having his position restored, Anubis says that he will destroy the Tau'ri, who have too long been a thorn in the side of the Goa'uld, and that he will deal with you … before he regains his title."
Earth? Daniel's eyes went wide momentarily, and with an effort, he tapped down the momentary flare of panic. They've got the early warning satellite. Our ships can get there in plenty of time to deal with any stunts Anubis could try to pull.
"Anubis has been planning this all along," Sujanha murmured, her gaze distant. "Don't reveal all your strength at once. That's one of the foremost rules of strategy. And he's confident enough to stake his position on this." Her left paw clinched into a fist. "And Mnevis is sure this is for real, not a feint, not pretty words with no backing?"
Selmak nodded. "Between Tanith, the attacks on you since, and the attacks on the Goa'uld that no one had claimed responsibility for, it is clear that there is a new foe at work."
Daniel studied Sujanha as he kept making notes. She did not look scared, but she did look worried, and that alone worried him. The Goa'uld knew what they were up against with the Furlings, given the number of battles that they had lost. Anubis had had millennia to gather his strength. And if he seriously thought he could deal with the Furlings, had enough confidence to stake his return to the ranks of the System Lords on dealing with them and with earth, which means dealing with the Asgard as far as the Goa'uld know …
This is bad.
Sujanha drummed her claws on the table, another sign of her unease and another sign of her trust in Jacob-Selmak that her unease was so visible. "We lost two corvettes last week." We what? "This would explain those attacks." How did I not hear about this?
"I thought even Tanith's advanced weaponry couldn't get through your shields?" And suddenly, it was Jacob back in control.
Sujanha studied him for a long moment. "The strength of our shields is in proportion to the amount of power supplied to them, and power must also be supplied to weapons, life-support, propulsion, and other systems simultaneously. Corvettes are primarily used as scouts. They are made to be fast, not to take heavy damage. Their shields are more powerful than a typical shield on a Hat'tak but nowhere near as powerful as those of our motherships or of my flagship."
Motherships have … 4 neutrino-ion generators.
Flagships have 5, I think, plus the Ancient potentia.
Corvettes have one … two … generators? And they have to power everything.
"But if he's been testing the waters …" Jacob began, "Anubis likely has something more up his sleeve."
Sujanha looked momentarily puzzled at the idiom but nodded after a moment. "This news is … concerning." An understatement coming from you. "But," she paused, and her eyes went to something or someone behind Daniel and Jacob both, "we can continue this conversation elsewhere. I believe the High Command is ready for us."
"Yes, Commander," came Ragnar's voice in reply.
"Jacob-Selmak, please go with Ragnar. He will show you to our meeting room. I will follow shortly."
Sujanha sagged back into her chair once Jacob-Selmak and Ragnar had left and the door had slid shut behind them, leaving Daniel and Sujanha alone in her inner office. She scrubbed a paw across her face and was quiet for a very long minute, the seconds ticking by with eternal slowness. Her gaze was distant, but finally, her eyes focused on Daniel's face.
"You're really worried, aren't you?" Daniel asked quietly. "Anubis is the real deal, then?"
Sujanha stared at him for another long moment. "We are very tired, and Malek's … unease is bleeding over, affecting my control, but yes, I am quite concerned. Anubis has only tested the waters so far, but already he has taken out two of my ships and shown shields that are impervious to Tollan weaponry. And that, I fear, is only the beginning."
On top of still dealing with Morrigan and Manannan mac Lir … wonderful. Those two were proving to be like cockroaches. Very hard to find and very hard to kill.
Anubis had promised the System Lords that he would deal with earth, and he did not wait long to make his first attempt. Three days later, Sujanha and Daniel were still on Uslisgas, dealing with all the fallout of Anubis' return, which for Sujanha largely had meant many, many meetings, some with the High Command and some with the High Council. Daniel took notes for her during the former, helped with paperwork in her office during the latter, and otherwise between him and Sha're, he tried to make sure that everyone got fed and watered and actually got some sleep.
Late-morning on the 20th, Sujanha had just returned to her office, following a private meeting with her brother. Daniel looked up from his tablet. Lots of paperwork came through her office every day, not all of which required her signature or approval. A lot she just read to help her keep apprised of what was going on within the Fleet generally. Her latest meeting had taken quite some time—over three hours, he noticed, seeing the clock—which had given him plenty of time to prepare summaries of a good chunk of the reports that were piling up on her desk.
"How was your meeting with Commander Anarr?" Daniel asked, his eyes tracking Asik, who followed Sujanha in and was carrying a tray with drinks and … yes, food, too. Good, because I don't think you actually ate breakfast before you left this morning, given the lack of dishes in the sink and fresh scraps in the compost.
"Well, enough," Sujanha replied, sinking with a tired groan and a hiss of pain into her chair. Weeks like these reminded Daniel of how much his friend really needed vacation days and not one more powerful adversary dumped on the Fleet's plate. "We were discussing the impact of any fleet reorganizations on the advance of his troops."
The loss of those two corvettes and the noticeable damage a destroyer had just sustained the previous day had made it yet clearer that Anubis, though a Goa'uld, was in a league of his own. The lighter classes of Furling ships could no longer safely travel on their own and, for the corvettes especially, probably not even in pairs. With Anubis' upgraded ships appearing without warning in unexpected sectors of the galaxy, Sujanha and her commanders were having to reorganize patrols and the number of ships per patrol to make sure more vulnerable ships had the support they needed.
So that we don't lose more ships.
And more men.
There was a quick rap of knuckles on the door-frame, and Jaax entered as Asik was unloading his tray. The Nafshi was scowling behind his breathing mask. "Message from Algar for you, Commander."
What now? From the wince on Sujanha's face, she was probably wondering the same thing. "What happened?"
Jaax glanced down at the tablet in his hands. "A request for assistance came through the Stargate to Ushuotis from Midgard half-an-hour ago. Yesterday, a large asteroid of … 137 kilometers in Midgardian measurements was found on a collision path with Midgard. A world-killer." Oh, bloody h**l. "They requested help from the Asgard, who refused on the grounds of the Protected Planets Treaty, which leaves no room for interference with natural disasters on protected worlds."
"Oh, for star's sake," Sujanha muttered, burying her head momentarily in one paw. "Tell me Algar is dealing with that."
"Has dealt with it, Commander," Jaax replied. Oh, thank the Maker! "Midgard is safe. Commander Algar sent a ship to retrieve the asteroid, whose path was most … peculiar compared to others within Midgard's solar system, or so Major Carter of SG1 said." Most peculiar? What makes an asteroid's flight path "peculiar"? "Also, examination of the asteroid revealed that its core was composed almost entirely of Naquadah, totaling nearly half of the asteroid's entire mass."
"A Goa'uld ploy to circumvent the Protected Planets Treaty?" Daniel asked, eyes wide.
"Anubis," Sujanha growled, or was it Malek?
Jaax nodded. "That is what High Commander Algar believes, as well. For now, he says, Midgard is safe, but he believes Anubis will try again once he learns this plan has failed."
Sujanha nodded. This was her for sure. "Very well. Send High Commander Algar my compliments. Tell him to have word sent to me if anything else is learned from that asteroid."
"Yes, Commander." Jaax bowed and withdrew, with Asik following him a moment later.
"This is ridiculous," Sujanha muttered once they had left, picking up her mug of tea and cradling it between her paws. "that the Asgard still keep up the pretense of the treaty, even though it is our power that largely ensures that they can even bluff. The High Council would have known that we would deal with the matter when it was brought to us, but …" She shook her head and gave a low rumbling growl. Her opinions on the Protected Planets Treaty were … quite clear.
"At least, they're okay," said Daniel with a sigh of utter relief.
Sujanha sighed and forced a smile, nodding in agreement. "True. For now, one plot of Anubis' has been foiled. Now to see what the future holds in terms of what he tries next."
[1] A/N: Stargate Fandom, Mnevis.
[2] A/N: Stargate Fandom, Wepwawet
