Harry Potter: Rise of an Empire.
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"Text." - Speech.
'Text.' - Thoughts.
'Text.' - Salem.
"Text." - Goa'uld voice.
A.N1: So, from what my poll reveals, a lot of people preferred the name Heka. I'll be using that name for sure but I'll also be adding my own twist to the Goa'uld myth. Most of this chapter is the same but there are changes in the sections where Harry meets his guard and where he gives the speech to his new empire.
A.N2: Once again, assuming that you have some basic knowledge of the SG universe, I'll be using some Goa'uld words instead of the English translations. This will only be for the most basic of words though, stuff that you should know from watching episode 1 to 3 at the least. I.E: you should know the meanings of Jaffa, Chappa'ai and Kree at the very least.
Chapter 7: Empire Rising.
I gingerly step out of the Chappa'ai, taking only a moment to regain my bearings, and come face to face with the firing ends of several staff weapons, held by twelve stoic Jaffa. While a couple of them are of African or Caucasian descent, from what I can tell at a single glace, the majority of them are of Asiatic descent.
Ah, I seem to be in the right place.
The world I've chosen, originally named Azorash, is a large planet located in a small system on the outer edge of the galaxy. Like many Goa'uld controlled worlds, it is mostly a desert, the surface resources all used up to fuel the Goa'uld empire. That's why a thousand years ago my Goa'uld, Susanoo: Storm God and Lord of the Sea, gifted this very world to one of the minor Goa'uld in his service.
Right now though, it is the perfect place to gather information, being far from other Goa'uld controlled systems as far as I can remember. I should be able to take this planet with ease, assuming that this system hasn't been absorbed by a more powerful System Lord while Susanoo was gone, if so then I could be in a bit of trouble.
Here's hoping I'm not taking to grand of a risk.
I'm not too surprised to find Asiatic Jaffa guarding this Chappa'ai, in fact, I expect them to make up the major population of this world. Susanoo and his minions had all held a large influence on the Asian cultures of Earth, Japan being the most prominent of all, and for this reason many of their worlds are populated by the descendants of those Asians.
"Jaffa, Kree!" I command in the deep tones of a Goa'uld, flashing my eyes for added effect.
They immediately snap to attention and bow.
"My lord." One of the Jaffa greets, stepping forward. "How may we serve?"
He is an older man, roughly thirty or so but probably much older seeing as Jaffa are genetically engineered to age very slowly. He is dressed in the standard uniform most Jaffa wear, a mix of chain and plate armor, and on his forehead is the sign of his lord, a series of swirls closely resembling wind currents. While each of the other Jaffa carry a standard staff weapon, this one favors a pair of Zat'nik'tel, a smaller, more accurate yet equally as deadly weapon, he carries one in each hand but I'm glad to see that neither are pointed in my direction.
He seems to be the leader of this small group based on how the others defer to him.
Taking my chance, I send forth a Legilimency probe, attempting to learn something about this world and its lord. I instantly find myself in the inner most parts of his mind, his mental shields being pretty much nonexistent, and I'm able to peruse his thoughts and memories with ease. It is actually quite simple to navigate the mind of a Jaffa, far simpler than with the humans in my own reality. This might be due to the Jaffa practice of Kel'no'reem, a meditative art that they use to organize their minds and connect with their symbiote, it may help them focus but it makes their minds so easy to read.
Even with this ease of access, I'm not able to find much information in the Jaffa's mind on the subjects I seek, pertinent information is limited to most Jaffa as their Goa'uld masters are hardy going to trust them with any important information. Despite that, I am still able to piece together a few things using the clues provided.
Apparently, the minor Goa'uld that had been left in charge here, Fujin: God of the Wind, has done quite well for himself over the last millennium. He was able to somewhat grow in power since he's too far away for any other Goa'uld to bother with but the distance has also stunted his development, there aren't many worlds close enough for him to spread to and protect with his limited forces, so he is forced to keep his empire smaller than he would like. Despite this, his empire has grown from one planet to six over the last thousand years, his military might is small compared to those of the other Goa'uld however, as he only has eight Ha'tak and a slew of smaller vessels under his control.
The world I'm currently on, renamed Taiyu now, is also his main world, with him residing in a palace a few miles from here.
How fortunate for me.
Other than these little but still important tidbits, the Jaffa has nothing else to really offer me, so I silently withdraw from his mind.
"Take me to your lord." I command, already striding off with Salem following beside me, his presence largely ignored by the Jaffa warriors. I would have preferred to use the always popular 'Take me to your Leader' but the word Leader would refer to a higher ranked Jaffa, not the Goa'uld ruler that I plan to dethrone, oh well, I'll save it for the next opportunity.
As I walk by the squad of Jaffa, my demeanor is arrogant and dismissive like a Goa'ulds, I keep it up so as to not arouse suspicion, anything less and they would not hesitate to attack me.
From the group of twelve, half have followed behind me, their leader moving to walk in front of me as they form a security detail around my form. This is to both guide me in the correct direction and to keep me surrounded should I prove hostile, it would take less than a second for them to draw and fire into the circle.
As we pass through the large city of Tanako, capital of this world and the biggest city on the planet, I can't help but frown. The people here are so thin and malnourished that most of them look like they're about to drop dead at any moment, they're all dressed in rags and the homes are nothing more than rundown shacks and decrepit huts, it's all quite pathetic.
'Disgusting.' I rage, looking at the poverty around me. 'The true wealth of an empire is measured by the prosperity of its people, something that the Goa'uld don't seem to realize, by allowing your empire to fall into ruin like this you're just proving how pathetic a ruler you truly are.'
There may be a lesser chance of rebellion if your people are overworked and uneducated but if you push them too far, they will eventually fight back and revolt, that's what happened to Ra on Earth. This place looks like it's just one small push away from open rebellion, it wont matter whether they have a chance of winning or not, push too hard and they'll do it regardless of risk.
Things just keep working in my favor.
Soon enough, my entourage and I reach the palace of Fujin and I'm not surprised to see that it is quite extravagant, carved from black marble and decorated with gold and precious gems, all of which were likely mined by the slaves in the city.
"Pretentious prick." I mutter under my breath, following the guards to the throne room.
We enter the throne room, which is covered in even more precious gems than the rest of the palace, and my guards split away. They fade into the shadows at the sides of the room where another fifty or so Jaffa stand, these must be Fujin's personal guards, the Wind Guard if I'm not mistaken; this seems to be the correct assumption as they all carry modified staff weapons.
Fujin himself sits on a large, ostentatious throne made of gold and even more precious gems, the throne sits on a raised platform located at the far end of the room, a dark red carpet stretching from the doors the throne. Fujin's host is a large man, of dark skin and crimson hair, decked out in a golden kimono that's studded with black opals, all sorts of jewelry adorn his form and he wears a golden circlet on his head with his personal mark in full display on the front. Lastly, there is a modified hand device on his left hand and an equally modified Zat'nik'tel clipped to his waist.
All in all, the appearance of a very rich and powerful Goa'uld.
Quite frankly I like my appearance more. I'm wearing the simple black and silver, suit and trench coat outfit that madam Malkin had designed months ago, and while it lacks in extravagance, it doesn't scream 'pretentious asshole' like Fujin's appearance.
"Why have you sought me out child." Fujin asks, his eyes glowing and a frown on his face as he tries to figure out who I am.
"Child? Is that any way to speak to your lord and master?" I ask, chuckling in feigned amusement while completely ignoring the various staff weapons that are now aimed at me, the Wind Guard seems peeved at my disrespect. "Or have you already forgotten me?
Salem chooses this moment to dart off into the shadows but no one pays him any attention.
Fujin snarls and angrily leans forward in his throne, his hand device glows as he grips his arm rests tightly, so tight that the gold begins to deform beneath his grasp.
"I have no master!" He shouts in outrage, the dual-toned voice of a Goa'uld rising from his throat.
I chuckle once more, my expression shifting into a condescending smile.
"Truly? It wasn't so long ago that you knelt at my feet, begging for your life and my mercy." I say, taking a step forward, the staff weapons remain trained on my position.
His eyes widen in shock as he leaps to his feet.
"You!?" He snarls, eyes narrowing into slits. "Impossible, you're supposed to be dead."
"Perhaps." I reply in a bland tone."But clearly, I'm not."
His eyes rake over my form and he smirks, dropping back into his throne and reclining lazily.
"You were a fool to come here unarmed, in the body of a child no less." he chuckles, a motion of his hand filling the room with the sound of several dozen staff weapons powering up. "Did you think I would bow at your feet once more? That I would assist you in some way?"
My expression turns blank as I stop playing, I draw on my magic, focusing on what I need done.
"Yes." I reply in an even, human, tone. "You will bow before me or die."
Even as I speak the words, I know that he will not bow or compromise, Goa'uld are far too arrogant and prideful to do such a thing, especially when they seemingly hold the upper hand.
He laughs and makes another motion, the guards aim their weapons and fire.
Most Goa'uld like to play on the myths written about them, trying to live up to the many stories that their subjects have written about them in order to propagate the myth and solidify their rule. It's for this reason that all of Fujin's hosts are large, hulking men with dark skin and crimson hair, it also for this reason that his robes are fashioned to look like a leopards pelt, and it's for this reason that most of his weapons are modified to fire powerful gusts of condensed air.
Rather than the regular balls of super-heated plasma, the staff weapons of the Wind Guard are modified to fire balls of plasma energy surrounded by condensed wind, it truly is an ingenious idea.. and wholly ineffectual. I keep my expression blank and my eyes locked with Fujin's as the staff blasts of his men splash harmlessly against my shield charm, the shock in his eyes is enough to make this all worth it and then some. His men are shocked as well but they continue firing, hoping to bring down my shield, its all to no effect.
"Impossible!" Fujin shouts, leaping to his feet once more and waving his hand device, scanning me. "You have no technology on you, how is this possible?"
I smirk and twirl my finger in a swirling motion, drawing on my power and flashing a golden aura, a neat party trick that serves no purpose than to intimidate and impress. Rather than striking my shield, the remaining attacks veer off and spin around me in a circle, blending together to create a tornado of wind and energy.
A flick of my finger sends the tornado flying out in all directions, blowing the Jaffa off their feet, I've weakened its power as it held more than enough plasma energy to incinerate them all.
"Technology? I, unlike you, am a true god." I reply with a sneer, slipping my Goa'uld mask back on in the hopes of goading him into attacking. "I have no need for the fancy tricks your technology provides."
"You insolent fool!" He shouts, easily falling for my trap.
With a snarl, he thrusts his arm forward, the hand device glowing with power as an almost invisible wall of air is sent towards me, the wind blowing at insane speeds.
Good, but not good enough.
"I am a God, do you really think your pathetic toys can harm me?" I shout back, flaring my aura for effect.
A fast, slicing motion with my right hand cuts the wall in half, the two halves blowing past me and slamming against the throne room's doors with a loud crash. That was actually pretty impressive, for a Goa'uld, but it's to be expected. The only reason Susanoo allowed him to live after defeating him was for his brilliant mind, in military matters at least, Fujin is quite talented at modifying any technology he could get his hands on.
"Pathetic as always Fujin, now it's my turn." I say with a grin, drawing on my magic.
My fingers begin crackling, arcs of black electricity dancing among them, slowly growing in power. Fujin can only stare at the display in shock, completely baffled on how I can do such a thing without any technology, I'm sure the word Hok'tar has passed through his mind a few times. As the arcs of electricity in my hand grow in number and strength, he finally snaps out of his shock and presses a button on his hand device, causing a bluish bubble of fast moving air and energy to swirl to life around him, his modified shield rising to defend him from my attack.
That's quite an ingenious modification actually, the swirling air actually compensates for the most known weakness of the personal shield, it's capable of blowing aside any slow moving objects that pass through the energy shield and I'm willing to bet it's powerful enough to cut any organic matter that passes through it. This makes the user immune from fast moving attacks, as well as the slow moving and physical attacks that would normally be used to take down a Goa'uld.
Too bad it's useless against me.
"Witness true power!" I sneer, both of my hands flying forward, aimed at his chest.
In a flash, twin bolts of pitch black lightning leap from my fingers, releasing a loud crack as they cut through the air at ridiculous speeds. Fujin only has a moment for his eyes to widen in shock, before the two bolts pierce through his shield and blast a duo of searing holes in his chest and abdomen, easily passing through him to singe the wall behind him.
It's at that instant that I strike, my mental probe attacking while he's distracted by his impending death. I plow through the Goa'ulds weakened shields, ignoring both its pleas for mercy and those of help from its host, at this stage there is nothing I can do to save the host, and begin rummaging through his mind. I've learned from my past mistakes however and rather than absorbing the Goa'ulds entire mind, I find everything he knows about modifying Goa'uld technology and copy it into my own mind. Next, I copy everything I need to know about the last thousand years, new planets and systems that have been discovered, new System Lords that have risen to power, new technologies that have been invented, everything of value is copied and absorbed in a matter of seconds.
With that done, I leave his mind behind, just in time to see him drop to his knees, his eyes open wide in shock and his mouth gaping in a silent scream. With a final breath from his none existent lungs, Fujin falls flat on his face, dead before he hits the floor. I'm not taking any chances though and my hands crackle and glow as another, more powerful, bolt of lightning flies from my hands.
I'm actually forced to close my eyes as the entire room is filled with a bright flash of light, almost blinding me with my enhanced sight. When the spots clear from my vision, there is only a spreading pudding of liquid metal, with some sprinkles of ash, remaining of the corpse and throne.
"Well, that's that." I mutter, stepping onto the platform that once held the golden throne. The marble cracks beneath my feet, cooling quickly from the heat of my lightning bolt, but the platform holds together.
The sound of something striking my still active shield draws my attention and I whirl on my feet, my face blank but my eyes blazing with anger. The many Jaffa in the room have all stood once more, most staring at me in shock, awe and fear while others look furious.
"Jaffa, Kree!" I shout angrily, upset at yet another shot at my back in a short two weeks, I really need to be more aware of my surroundings.
At my command, a few Jaffa drop to their knees but it's just the six that escorted me from the Chappa'ai, the rest don't even twitch.
'Of course, the rest are his personal guard.' I sigh, knowing where this is headed. 'Loyal to the end.'
"Jaffa, KREE!" I shout once more, my eyes and aura flaring.
I would really prefer it if they surrender, rather than continue fighting for a dead god but there is little chance of that happening, the personal guards of a Goa'uld are honor bound to die with their god. While their loyalty in quite commendable, it is completely misplaced but that's millenia of indoctrination for you. As I expect, they don't even twitch as they continue to stand, glaring at me hatefully.
Then one shouts unintelligibly and opens fire on me, his comrades follow soon after.
'Goddamn brainwashed pawns.' I grumble in annoyance, knowing that they're too far gone to do anything but fight to the death. 'You can jump in anytime you want Salem.'
I receive an amused snort through our link but a second later the room descends into chaos as a cat, roughly five times the size of an average man, appears from the shadows and begins tearing the Jaffa apart. I smirk and jump in as well, spells flying from my hands and decimating my opponents, I may prefer it if they surrender but that doesn't change the fact that it will be an exciting battle, I haven't had a real test of my skills since my brief stint in the army and I'm far stronger than I was then.
Two nearby Jaffa focus their fire on me, trying to overpower my shield with continuous fire, like that's going to happen. Magical shields were specifically created to deal with energy based attacks, compared to the more powerful spells these shields can block, staff blasts are nothing. Still, if they want my attention that badly, they've got it.
Turning towards the two, I flick my left hand at the younger looking Jaffa, firing a dark oriented, blinding charm and hitting him square in the chest. I'm rewarded with a piercing scream as he drops his staff weapon and falls to his knees, his hands flying to his eyes as they boil and melt within his skull; that spell truly serves to illustrate the difference between the light and the dark, the light would artificially blind you with magic or a bright flare of light, the dark will simply remove your eyes from your skull.
The other Jaffa pales frightfully and rushes me, foolishly choosing fight over flight.
Seeing that his energy bolts are failing, he attempts a physical attack, hoping that my shield shares the same weakness as the Goa'uld personal shields. Luckily for him, it works as this particular shield spell is only designed to block energy attacks, so I'm forced to duck as his staff weapon slices through the air just over my head. This achievement seems to bolster him as he raises the staff above his head, aiming to crush my skull with a powerful blow.
I don't give him the chance.
The look of shock on his face when both his arms fall off at the shoulders, blood gushing from the wounds, is priceless. The look of fear on his face when golden lightning surrounds my left hand is hilarious, maybe I'm taking too much pleasure from this.
"Chidori!" I shout for effect, jumping forward and driving my lightning covered hand through his chest, he gasps as my hand explodes out his back but a moment later his eyes glaze over in death.
I turn from the corpse, searching for another target but the screaming from the first Jaffa is getting a bit annoying, might as well put him out of his misery. His screams end abruptly in a flash of green light and I turn back to the battle raging on around me.
Of the original fifty Wind Guard Jaffa, only twenty remain, the rest have been torn apart by the combined assault of Salem and the Jaffa that surrendered to me. Although Salem is still going strong, the staff blasts washing off of his large bulk to no effect, three of the six Jaffa are down and only the leader from earlier and two others remain.
I frown and rush forward, golden magic swirling around my form as I close the distance.
The twenty Jaffa are quick to realize that they're being attacked from two fronts and make a final rush, fourteen holding off Salem and the other three Jaffa while the other six rush me, their staff weapons raised to attack physically. My guess is that they saw my earlier fight and have realized that physical attacks will have greater effect than energy based attacks, a sound plan but they're still underestimating me.
The first to reach me is a young male, roughly eighteen years old or so, and he swings his staff hard, aiming for my chest. My arm snaps up and between my enhanced strength and dense bones, the staff is broken and ripped from his hands. My counter attack floors him, my punch to his chest caving it in and killing him. By this time, the other five have made it to me, their faces stoic as they ignore the dead body and attack me fiercely.
The next few seconds are full of close calls as the five, genetically engineered Jaffa attack with speed far surpassing a regular human. Of course, being smaller and just as enhanced, I'm able to dodge with ease, taking the time to slip into the beginning stance of my fighting style. One of the Jaffa lunges at me with his staff, aiming to spear me through the chest, but with a movement he can barely follow, I send him flying over my back and into the ground, hard. The impact would have stunned or even killed a regular human but the Jaffa is able to shrug it off, the blasting curse to the skull however, keeps him down for the count.
Only four remain and they come at me together, working in tandem but it doesn't seem like they're used to doing so, their actions are slower and sloppier. Mine however, are fast and precise as I slip into the practiced forms of my martial art, ducking and redirecting their attacks.
Eventually, I dodge away from two of them, moving closer to the other two and one of them seems to have a bright idea as he thrusts his staff at me. Rather than following through however, he stops just as the staff passes through my shield and opens fire. Two staff blasts slam into my chest and my eyes widen in shock as I go flying back, a second later I land on my back, eyes glazed over in death.
The four Jaffa actually release a victory cheer before they realize that something is wrong, this realization comes about when two of their number drop, their heads rolling away as blood pools on the floor. The other two have just enough time to exclaim in shock as I appear before them, my eyes blazing with power. Their eyes are on my 'corpse' which has just turned into a murder of crows, crows that fly around the throne room before fading away.
Magic clone, don't ever leave home without it.
Before the two Jaffa can react to this sudden change, my hands fly up and I place one finger on each of their chests, magic surging down my arms and into their chests. Their faces are a mask of agony as their hearts break, literally, the spell tears their hearts in two, before the two halves are shredded into chunks of useless meat.
The two Jaffa collapse to the floor and I straighten, taking in the rest of the room. The last fourteen are already dead and Salem is off to one side, ripping meat off a corpse and devouring it.
Gross.
As for my own recruits, all six appear to be relatively fine, the three that were down back on their feet even if they are limping painfully. All six also appear to be staring at me in shock and what a sight I must be, my magic swirls around me angrily, an aura of golden power just waiting to be called upon and I know my eyes must be glowing in the semi-darkness of the throne room.
The leader from earlier is the first to snap out of it and he bows respectfully.
"My lord." His actions are soon copied by the other five and they remain bowed as I glance them over.
They are all of Asiatic descent, roughly the same age, with short cropped black hair and eyes. Two are women, both appearing beautiful and dangerous like most Jaffa women, and the other three are men, slightly younger than the leader but they all appear to be over twenty years old.
"Rise." I command, making my way to Fujin's throne, a wave of my hand reforming the lump of melted gold into a smaller throne.
I take my seat, ignoring the looks of continued shock on their faces at the display, and my golden aura fades away. I glance around the throne room and frown, bodies litter the floor and everything is covered in blood, there are gouges and slash marks in the weak gold walls from Salem's fight but most of the place is in tact.
"Disgusting." I mutter out loud. "I need to clean this place up."
"Shall I summon some servants to dispose of the bodies my lord?" The older Jaffa asks and I shake my head no, turning my attention to the six.
"What are your names?" I ask, calling a ball of Darkfyre to life in my hands.
They stare for a few seconds, their minds trying to comprehend the strange sight, before they snap out of it and register the question.
The leader steps forward.
"I am known as Surei, my lord." he informs, saluting with a fist to the chest.
"Asha'ka, my lord." One of the females replies with a bow, she has longer hair than the other as it falls down to her shoulder.
"Jav'tac, my lord." The youngest of the bunch announces, he appears to be roughly twenty years old but looks can be deceiving with Jaffa.
"Tej'oc, my lord." Another male announces, saluting like the leader, this one is completely bald with his hair shaved to the skin.
"Mina, my lord." The second female mutters, bowing at the waist, she appears to be the second youngest of them with her hair cut short.
"Fal'nor, my lord." The last member of the group announces, saluting as well, there's not much about him that stands out but I make a note to memorize all their faces.
I nod and examine them for a moment, the ball of eldritch flames dancing across my fingers. Mina and Jav'tac, the youngest two in the group, shuffle nervously under my gaze but they remain stoic and composed nonetheless, the sounds of Salem devouring a corpse nearby does nothing to ease their nervousness however.
"You have each proven your loyalty to me, siding with me against a much larger force, for this you shall be rewarded." I begin, looking them all in the eyes.
My passive Legilimency scan picks up no ill intent as they all appear to be quite loyal, seeing me as a more powerful god than Fujin. Speaking of which, I have yet to decide what identity I will be using as I forge my new empire.
Harry Potter is definitely out, my birth name is in no way godly enough and while Harry might be the name used by royalty on Earth, it means next to nothing in Goa'uld space and would probably serve to expose my origins if the earth of this universe is space faring. This doesn't mean that I dislike my true name or plan to throw it away though, I'll simply keep it secret and only share it with those I trust.
As for Susanoo, I wouldn't touch that name with a fifty foot pole. The Susanoo of the past was as evil and cruel as all others of his kind, he was the epitome of the Goa'uld race and took great pleasure in spreading pain and terror throughout his empire. With their long lives and indoctrination through legends and stories, Jaffa have long memories in regards to the Goa'uld. If I take up the name Susanoo, they will definitely know of the actions and terror associated with that name.
So, both Harry Potter and Susanoo are out as choices, what does that leave me? There are few gods that I can believably impersonate as most of my choices are either still alive and ruling empires of their own, or are actually members of the Asgard race which wouldn't work out in my favor. That leaves me with one choice, I'll have to create a brand new god of my own.
'Or...'
A devilish grin crosses my face as I'm struck with sudden inspiration, there's one name that I can use, a Goa'uld that is no longer alive but whose name could serve my needs. This particular Goa'uld had been strange among his own kind, treating his servants well and even allowing them to be educated, all of this before Egeria and her Tok'ra came to exist.
Of course this had all led to his painful and gruesome death at the hand of Ra and the other Goa'uld.
Still, impersonating this Goa'uld would work for me far better than impersonating Susanoo, especially because the Jaffa would have some legends in regards to this Goa'uld. From what I remember, the Goa'uld I plan to impersonate was believed to be the physical embodiment of magic and the soul by his servants, capable of performing numerous miracles as well as protecting mortals from the gods. I'm not sure where the magic and soul bits come from but the protection part definitely has some basis in reality, this particular Goa'uld had actually killed two of his kind in protection of his personal servants, violently tearing the symbiotes from their hosts and crushing their true forms with his bare hands.
Other legends spoke of this Goa'uld cherishing health and wholeness above all else, so it won't seem strange for me to care about the well-being of my subjects or to improve their quality of life. There was also the powerful religious overtones attached to the name, as some time after his death, the Goa'uld's name had become tied with a variety of ritual practices among the Jaffa and slaves. Overall, the name works well for me and it already holds great respect and power among my new subjects, it will take some shows of magic to pull it off but that's simple enough for me.
Oh my, this is going to be fun, I can even imagine the uproar once the name spreads to the rest of the Goa'uld.
"I am Heka, embodiment of magic, deliverer of miracles and protector of mortals." I continue after the short pause, my voice slipping into what I now consider my godly tone. A slight application of magic to my vocal cords serves to grant me a godly tone that is quite different from the dual tones of the Goa'uld, the voice is softer and sibilant but each word spoken seems to resound in their minds, as if I'm speaking to them telepathically as well as vocally. "From this moment forth, I am your lord and protector, your merciful god and the sole ruler of this world, do you understand?"
"Yes, Lord Heka." They all reply in amazement, I can practically see the awe in their eyes at my identity, I definitely made the correct choice with my impersonation.
Nodding at their reply, I flick my finger outward, causing the flames in my hand to surge forward powerfully, turning from a ball of small flames to a zoo of wild fire. Thousands of different flame creatures pour across the throne room, covering everything in sight with ebony flames and filling the room with stifling heat. There are a few shocked exclamations from within the mass of creatures but those soon stop when the six realize they are unharmed, the flames tickling them at the most.
With a force of will, I banish the flames away and examine the throne room once more, pleased with my accomplishment. The entire place has been scrubbed spotless, the corpses and blood removed, leaving only the armor and weapons behind. The six Jaffa are staring around in shock, this new display of magical power completely baffling them.
"As you have witnessed, I am unlike the false god Fujin and his ilk, my powers are my own and not some trickery of machines." I continue, speaking like this is a bit difficult as I have to choose my words carefully but it's all part of the persona I'm building, just need to tap into my inner pureblood for the formality.
Snapping my fingers, I smirk as all the armor in the room snaps up and begins repairing itself, folding and sorting itself magically once repaired. The staff weapons all rise up and prop themselves against one wall, arranged into neat little rows. The one bonus to a lack of ambient magic in this reality is that my own magic is able to affect machines without breaking them, this reality is ruled by technology and science and my magic is simply too weak to overpower the technology here.
'Perhaps I should develop a spell that will affect the technology of this reality,' I muse, turning my attention back to the Jaffa. 'It will most likely come in very handy in the future.'
They seem slightly confused at my statement about false gods but that doesn't matter right now, they'll learn. They do nod nonetheless, still taken aback by the miraculous sight before them.
"Serve me loyally and you shall be rewarded with your hearts desire," I begin in a normal tone, then my eyes glint and my voice turns dangerous. "Betray me and I shall tear your souls asunder and cast the remains into the abyss, am I clear?"
"Yes, Lord Heka!"
My expression returns to normal, a gracious smile firmly in place.
"Good." I say, nodding in satisfaction. "For your services today, you shall all receive the honor of serving as my personal guard, you Surei shall be my First Prime."
Their eyes light up at that, excitement clear in their expressions. Serving in the personal guard of their god is the dream of many Jaffa warriors, it is one of the highest honors they can receive, with only the position of First Prime contesting with that.
"You shall answer to me and me alone, no others shall stand above you." I continue in a low tone. "Not even the other so called gods."
"Thank you my lord, you honor us." Surei says, bowing deeply, an action that is quickly repeated by the other five.
I smirk slightly and nod.
"Do not disappoint me."
At that Salem finally makes himself known, walking towards the throne, shrinking with each step much to the amazement of my new guard.
"This is Salem Saberhagen, my familiar." I explain, ignoring their confusion at the name and title. "He is exceptionally intelligent so I warn you to treat him with the respect he deserves, I will know if you do not."
"He shall be revered by our people." Surei replies, bowing to the cat.
'Oh I like him, why can't you be more like him?' The feline asks, sitting beside my throne comfortably.
'Because I know what an annoying prat you are.' I reply with a mental grin.
Salem snorts and lays his head down, tired from the use of so much of his stored magic, it was quite draining to shrug of the energy bolts for as long as he did.
"I hope so," I reply to Surei's comment, standing up from the throne, Salem awakens immediately and takes the opportunity to steal my seat, the cushioning charms on it being far more comfortable than the floor.
"Your first duty Surei," I continue, sending annoyance through the link to the cat. "Shall be to deal with this... monstrosity."
The last word is sneered out with utter loathing as I wave my hand at the throne room.
"Gather some helpers from the village and take everything of value from this place, divide the food and riches among the needy and tear this palace apart." I continue, ignoring the shock on their faces. "I have no need for such trivial things as gold and jewels, the well-being of my subjects is my chief concern."
That earns me some further loyalty, and serves to further establish my claimed identity, as they all nod and bow respectfully.
"Also, find a group of women to see to Salem, he shall be fed, washed and groomed at least once a day." I continue on, sending my familiar a cheeky grin as his head snaps up at the word wash. "I myself have business elsewhere."
"Do you require someone to accompany you my lord." Asha'ka asks, speaking for the first time since she introduced herself.
"No," I reply, shaking my head. "I shall return in three days time, have all the warriors on this planet gather in the desert to the west from here, I shall address them when I return."
They nod and I walk past them, headed for the door, I stop at the threshold and turn to them.
"Oh, I should probably do something about those atrocious sigils on your heads." I hum, waving my hand.
They gasp as my power surges forward invisibly and touches their foreheads, warping the sign of Fujin into my own personal symbol, well at least what I plan to make my personal mark in this universe. The swirling air pattern of Fujin vanishes from their heads, replaced by a pair of entwined snakes within a set of arms, an image that had been used to represent Heka after he crushed his two kin. A small change on my part causes the snakes to writhe in what can only be pain as the two hand close on them before the image resets and repeats itself, my modification of the same charm used in magical photos serves to add a certain mysticism to the mark, further reinforcing my claim as the embodiment of magic.
It's these little things that matter in the long run.
Of course, this bit of charm work is quite draining but it's well worth it, the charms on the sigils are tied to each of their lifeforces, drawing infinitesimal amounts to power themselves. The sigils will also transfer to any nearby Jaffa with Fujin's mark on their head, replacing the old marks and allowing my mark to spread quickly across my new empire.
It's also a bonus that they look far more impressive than the mark of any other Goa'uld.
My new subjects take a moment to look at each other, examining their new marks and I choose that moment to vanish with a flicker, leaving them baffled at my disappearance.
I reappear at the Chappa'ai, the six remaining guards jumping to attention as I appear out of thin air.
"Fujin is dead." I announce making my way to the gate. "You serve me now."
They share a look before bowing respectfully, their allegiance changing with little hesitation. Unlike the personal guard, the loyalty of the Jaffa goes to whoever is their lord or whoever defeats that lord, it's how they were indoctrinated and taught so I can't fault them for it.
"Report to Surei at the palace, he is my first prime and his orders are to be obeyed." I command as I input a location into the Chappa'ai.
"Yes, my lord!" they shout but it's mostly drowned out by the whoosh of the wormhole forming and I pay them no mind as I step into the gate, pulled away into the wormhole and to a different location.
-Three Days Later-
It is both gladdening and saddening that I manage to take command of Fujin's empire with relative ease, all I had to do was travel to each of his planets and spread the word of his death. Although his planets are in close proximity to each other, it takes me two days to make the trip to all six, having to burrow a Tel'tak after the second world since the rest have no Chappa'ai.
On each of these worlds, I simply present myself to the Jaffa warrior in charge of the planet and they would swear their allegiance to me, some planets may have required a show of power and magic to cow the inhabitants but it was still relatively easy.
During that time, I also take the opportunity to examine my new empire and I'm quite happy with what I find. While he was a minor Goa'uld with a small number of planets, people and ships, Fujin's worlds are rich in mineral deposits. Being so far from the main systems of the galaxy, his planets have yet to be completely mined dry leaving me with plenty of raw resources to work with.
There aren't many people to work the mines however, the largest world only having a population of sixty-two thousand six hundred and thirty eight, small compared to other Goa'uld worlds. The slaves on all the worlds are highly malnourished and overworked, I can't force them back to work in such conditions and I don't plan to. Which is why I'm having Fujin's great food stores and palaces raided on each world and deposited to each household, allowing them to regain their strength.
Within two days, I have full control of Fujin's six worlds, including eight Ha'tak, thirty Al'kesh, fifty Tel'tak and over a thousand Death Gliders.
My empire is off to a slow but productive start.
On the beginning of the third day, I make a small trip back to Anetem, it's time to deal with the Quantum Mirror.
Originally, I planned to ward the area around the mirror in order to keep its existence hidden and secret like the one in my original reality but with the nature of this reality, any wards I erect will only last a few hours at best and that's assuming they could even draw enough initial power to deploy. My next plan was to move the mirror but I have nowhere to put it right now, honestly, this desolate and abandoned world is the best place to hide such an artifact but I really don't want to leave it out in the open like this.
That leaves me with my third option, hiding it.
In the end, it only takes me a few minutes to hide the mirror, somewhere simple but unexpected. I simply wave my hand and the ground beneath the mirror splits open, dropping it over fifty feet below ground, another wave closes the earth up around it.
For now it's fine right here, I'll come back for it when I have the time and a safe place to store it.
Passing through Tanako once more, I am met with quite a sight, the people within the village seem to be more lively and healthy than the last time I was here. In the distance, I can see what is left of the palace as it's slowly torn down by the people, the raw materials being stockpiled for future use.
Taiyu is the biggest planet within my empire with a population of just over sixty-two thousand Humans and Jaffa. The other five planets in my empire, Jaipur, Haikuu, Lii, Raini and Taiyuan have populations between twelve thousand and thirty thousand inhabitants. In total, my new empire is composed of just under two hundred and thirty-six thousand inhabitants, not much in the way of numbers but it's a start.
With the food raided from Fujin's stores, the people can start rebuilding their lives and in a few weeks time they will be healthy enough to return to work, mining the rich mineral deposits that keep this small empire running.
Meanwhile, I've had Surei conference with the various leaders of my worlds and the majority of my military forces are all gathered together on their respective planets, awaiting my planned address. From my position in Tanako, I can see several Ha'taks orbiting the planet from space while much of desert is dotted with Al'kesh, Tel'taks and Death Gliders.
In total, Fujin's army numbers just over fifteen thousand Jaffa, as the average human is physically inferior to a Jaffa, they are used as slaves while the Jaffa make up the military force. Sure, there's a mix of men and women but all are Jaffa, I plan to change that as I know that humans can be very useful when it comes to waging war.
Finished with my survey of the planet, I flicker across the desert and appear beside my familiar, who seems to be rather upset with me. Salem is being held by Mina, who actually jumps and screams when I appear out of thin air, and he has been freshly washed and groomed.
I ignore the different warriors that startle at the scream and study my familiar, trying not to crack up and laugh out loud. His fur has been washed and combed, giving it a nice sleek look. Around his neck is an emerald and diamond studded gold collar, most likely pilfered from Fujin's stores, and around one of his legs is a small golden bracelet with a motif of cats carved into it.
'Well, someone looks nice.' I say in an amused tone, trying my hardest not to laugh.
'You little asshole!' He shouts back angrily, he's been trying to reach me for the last few days but I've kept my end of the link closed. Now however, I have it wide open as I send my amusement across.
'You look ridiculous.' I say, keeping my expression blank while I'm laughing internally. 'Is that lavender I smell?'
'Do you have any idea what these women have done to me?' He shouts angrily, leaping from Mina's startled arms with his claws outstretched.
I catch him midair with a levitation charm and he struggles for a few seconds before stopping, slumping over in defeat.
'So many baths.' He whispers shuddering.
'Oh, you'll get over it.' I reply with a chuckle. 'You look quite fancy.'
'I will have my revenge!'
'Yeah, yeah.'
"Mina, you have done well with Salem." I say, returning him to the girl, who takes him nervously.
"Some of the other women helped as well," She says in a low tone. "It was an honor to serve, my lord."
I nod and turn my attention to the others in the desert, surrounding me are the six that I have chosen as my personal guard, the rest of the forces are arranged in even and organized rows, standing at ease but prepared to act at a moment notice. I'm sure it's the same on all the other worlds, I'm not able to see them but based on the orb that Surei is placing at my feet, I can assume they can see my image projected from the Vo'cume projectors at each gathering location.
"Jaffa, Kree!" I shout, my voice echoing as it is enhanced magically.
They snap to attention, awaiting my orders, a loud thump ringing out as hundreds of fists impact with metal chest armor.
"Form up into squads." I command, preferring to deal with small squads rather than one large mob, but I'm met with confused expressions.
This actually causes me to sigh out loud, how could Fujin allow his men into battle without proper experience? Oh yeah, he didn't care about whether they lived or died. Sighing once more, I draw on my magic and a rise into the air, floating above them on a large cloud of sand. The Jaffa stare in shock and awe, some even dropping to their knees in worship but a few barked out commands has them moving quickly.
Drawing on my army experience, I form them into small and manageable squads, giving them some semblance of order. Based on the reports that Surei is receiving on a small communication orb, the same is being done at every other location though it is sloppier than it is under my direct command, mainly because they don't have the same numbers to work with. It will take me a while to train them all up to my satisfaction but once that is accomplished, I will have fifteen thousand warriors to pass on their training as the army grows, making things easier as time passes.
By my calculations, Taiyu seems to have the largest percentage of my new army. Once they are all formed up to my specifications, I have a total of six units divided into fourteen squads with each squad containing one hundred Jaffa standing in ranks of ten by ten, eighty-four hundred warriors in total. I do have extras left over however, forty-six in total with the six being my first prime and my personal guard.
With forty extra men and women, I decide to expand my guard and place them all under Surei's command much to their excited surprise, these will serve as my elite soldiers. Although my empire is small compared to that of the Goa'uld, I plan for it to grow and expand in the future, I don't want to start my conquest too early with badly trained forces and end up wiped out by a stronger force.
Especially since I have other side projects to work on, namely my own training and my quest for immortality.
That's why I'm going to put my time with the United States Rangers to good use and personally train these soldiers, the standard training is normally three months of intense training, I'm going to extend it to six months of hellish training; after all, the genetically engineered super soldiers should be able to handle it.
Having quite a bit of free time while slowly traveling through space the last three days, I've designed and scrapped close to a dozen training plans as well as general ideas for my army, in the end I settled on a plan that I'll be implementing in the near future. The basic structure of my army will constructed of six general divisions, those that I expect to be the most important.
The first division is the Basic Infantry. While every soldier in my army will receive general training with staff weapons, Zat'nik'tel, close combat fighting and any other weapons I design for their use, those with the aptitude and skill will join the general infantry where they will receive training in basic first aid, small unit tactics and anything else needed to shape them into the unbreakable backbone of my empire.
The second division will consist of the Medics. Any soldiers that show aptitude for healing and first aid, or even a dislike of violence and fighting, will join the second division. Each will receive advanced training in first aid as well as infusions of Naquadah into their bloodstreams, allowing them to use the Goa'uld healing devices. As Heka is known as a god of healing and wellness, this division will fit right in with my new identity.
The third division will be the Snipers. Currently basic Goa'uld ground tactics involve throwing infantry at each other and hoping for the best, sure there are a few strategies employed but they haven't had much need to change in several millenia, I plan to introduce them to long range warfare, snipers will bring a new facet to future warfare and I'm excited to see where it goes.
The fourth division will consist of Technicians and Engineers. Sure, it will completely flaunt Goa'uld policy but I plan on educating my forces on the functions of the many technologies they have access to, and I'm not talking about the basic education they receive now, I expect members of this division to have intimate knowledge of the inner workings of all technologies they use. With a team of technicians and engineers on every Ha'tak, there will be less of a chance of losing vessels when the problem could be easily fixed.
The five division will be comprised of Pilots and Drivers. Members of this division will receive the proper training required to pilot various forms of space craft, as well as the land based vehicles I plan on building. By incorporating land based vehicles into my army, I'll be able to defend my planets with greater ease or move quickly and undetected in enemy territory, giving me an advantage that my opponents currently lack.
The final division will be composed of the Officers. Soldiers of this division will be those that show an aptitude and have received expert training in the fields of leadership, tactics and strategy, they will be the ones that coordinate my armies, allowing there to be a clear cut chain of command. This will allow myself and my First Prime to delegate certain tasks and with an established chain of command, the soldiers will work extra hard in the hopes of earning a promotion, especially as there will now be more than a single position for them to work towards.
Regardless of my long term planning, this will all take quite a long time. Before I can accomplish my goals, I need to provide fifteen thousand men and women with training, build factories and space docks to construct my fleet, all while continuing with my own personal projects.
It will take several years but it can be done, and today, I take the first step.
"I, am Heka, God of Life, Magic and Protector of Mortals. As you have all come to hear, I have slain the false god Fujin and have claimed his domain as my own." I announce, my enhanced voice reaching even the farthest man with ease. "Unlike Fujin and his ilk, I am not Goa'uld, the Goa'uld are nothing but false gods, they are demons and sorcerers that have used your beliefs and legends to enforce their false divinity."
With that, I begin my tale on the Goa'uld and their true nature, much to the shock and outrage of my captive audience. It's easier than I expected to convince them of the truth but after years of mistreatment and cruelty at Fujin's hands, they are more than willing to believe. I also make sure to use the word demon and sorcerer whenever I speak of the Goa'uld, legends of Heka have always spoken of him coming into existence to protect mortals from angry gods, jealous ghosts, evil demons and sorcerers who were all thought to cause illness, accidents, poverty and infertility.
While I speak, I also make sure to stress the difference between myself and the Goa'uld, such as their reliance on their technology and hand devices while I carry no such objects on me. I explain to them the true nature of the Goa'uld's miraculous powers, while displaying my own inexplicable abilities. Sure there were a few doubts as many thought me a fake as well, using hidden technology like their Goa'uld oppressor in order to trick them but they quickly shut up when I display a power that can only be attributed to a true god, creation of life.
Well, to be honest, it's just a simple use of transfiguration to turn a nearby rock into a Mastadge, a large creature that inhabits many worlds belonging to the Goa'uld. I even make sure to slow down the transfiguration, allowing them to see it happen stage by stage rather than in a sudden flash that can be faked with technology. That little display is more than enough to silence all doubts no Goa'uld has ever displayed this power, creating life with a simple wave of the hand is not something that can be so easily faked.
With my opposition denounced, I move on to the second stage of all changes in regime, making promises.
"The Goa'uld would see that you all remain weak, they would see you starve, living uneducated of the great wonders of the galaxy. I can not allow that." I announce, my magic swirling to life around me for effect as I float high above them. "It is my duty to defeat the false gods, to slay the demons and cast them into the very pits they crawled from, it is a duty that I willingly accept."
A round of cheers rises up at this, the word 'Heka' shouted over and over again.
"However, I cannot do this on my own, the Goa'uld are many and even a god can fall beneath the might of many opponents, as I did when I last stood against the Goa'uld." I continue, bringing a fearful silence to the gathered crowd, all of them wondering how I can possibly defeat the Goa'uld if I've failed once before. "A temporary fall it may be, for no god can truly die, but many have suffered beneath the Goa'uld while I recovered. That is why I appear before you today, for it is with your help that I can bring an end to the tyranny of the demons."
That brings back some cheer, now it's no longer an impossible goal, all they have to do to defeat the demons is follow my lead.
"It shall not be easy, the journey to a future free of demonic influence will take hard work and perseverance but so long as you remain loyal and ever faithful, you shall receive the bright and glorious future that you so rightfully deserve!" I continue, posing dramatically and flaring my golden aura for further effect. "Follow me as your god and we can accomplish out goals, I will teach and train you, I will return to you what the Goa'uld have stolen. The heavens will tremble at your might and we shall sweep across this galaxy, ending the tyranny of the Goa'uld and bringing enlightenment to the oppressed masses."
The shouts increase in fervor as they cheer my title over and over, the word 'Heka' resounding throughout the desert.
Strangely enough, the more they worship me, the stronger I seem to grow, my magic actually seems to be increasing with each shout. The increase in power is extremely small, so small that I wouldn't have noticed it if I didn't have such an intimate connection with my magic but it's definitely there. With my speech being broadcast to all six planets, every inhabitant hearing my words and cheering my name, I can actually feel my power resonating with their belief. It's a small growth but a noticeable one nonetheless, is this why Dumbledore and Voldemort were so powerful? With their respective subjects empowering them with the power of belief, what did that mean for me as the Boy-Who-Lived, is this why I was more powerful than magical children my age?
Most importantly of all, if close to two hundred and forty thousand people can empower me like this, what will happen when my empire spreads across the galaxy? What will the belief of over a billion people do to me? I have no clue right now but I can't wait to find out.
"Until the end of the Goa'uld and even past then we shall remain bound, the god Heka and his faithful subjects." I shout, wracking by brain at light speeds for the correct name to end my speech with. A spark of brilliance provides it and a devilish grin crosses my face, thank you pop culture for your entertaining ideas "From this day forth we are the Legion, for we are many and nothing will slow inevitable our advance, nothing shall stop us as we march forth and bring the Goa'uld to heel."
Cheers of 'Heka' and 'Legion' mix together as I float high in the air, empowered by the beginnings of my empire.
A/N: Right, that's the start of Harry's empire, I hope you all liked it. I tried to keep the speeches to a minimum and not make them too cheesy but I may have failed lol.
There is no time difference between the HPverse and the SGverse, so it's 1991 in both realities, this means Harry has just over four years until the fall of Ra and the beginning of SG1. Next chapter will contain a time skip, roughly three or four years so I won't drag this out too much, a majority of his plans involve improving his small empire, so that he has a basis to improve other worlds as he continues on. I'll mostly summarize the growth as I continue on my way to 1996.