A/N: Okay, to the guest who filled what looks like the entire character count of two different reviews with random nonsense and questions about the stories I'm drawing from…good job. It's been ages since I met someone so determined to waste time. I will note, however, that anyone with questions they actually want answered should make a free account first. It takes two seconds and lets me respond personally to your Next Great American Novel instead of trying to respond to 16,000 characters of spam in an author's note and bloating my word count past all reasonable limits. Additionally, I respond much less enthusiastically to random questions about source material than I do about questions more relevant to my stories.

In other news, it might interest some readers to know that anyone creative enough to write such impressively annoying questions is talented enough to be writing fanfiction of their own. Not good fanfiction, maybe, but fanfiction worth reading nonetheless. Truly, I wish them the best in their future endeavors. I know I don't have that kind of dedication most days. (as evidenced by my upload ""schedule"")

To the guest who rambled for quite a while on the heroism, pragmatism, and the cultural and social development surrounding narratives involving both concepts…a similar message. Though you at least were talking about things which are relevant to the story I wrote, and I'm glad I apparently got you thinking about such heady concepts. That may not be the point of this particular story, but it's one of my general goals as a writer nonetheless. And if you're thinking that deeply about the human psyche, in my opinion, you know enough to start consistently creating interesting characters. So get out there and start doing it!

To the future trolls, rejoice. You might be stupid enough that I actually notice you if you put effort into it. I can't recommend trying to catch my attention like that, but some people are too stupid or stubborn to take advice.

To the future guests with lots to talk about…well, I don't particularly mind covering some topics in author's notes I guess.

Anyway, I suppose most of you want to read the story, don't you. I'll get right on that, shall I?

The general in charge of the Air Force Base on the other side of the chappa'ai was an interesting man. Fat, bald, and with a slightly weathered appearance that spoke of age in a way his absent hair no longer could. He was a major general, as well, which told me that Earth knew exactly what they had locked up in their basement and how delicate a task handling it would be.

This was all well and good, but for all the insight his posting represented I still had to explain myself and that led to a large number of awkward questions. Some of which I just genuinely had no answers for.

"You mean to tell me that you used to be a human, but were…reincarnated into the body of one of these gould worms?" he asked with no small amount of disbelief. I had finished giving him the short version, and his emphasized mispronunciation was so amusing to me that I chose to avoid correcting it.

"Quite frankly it's not even the fifth worst thing that's ever happened to me," I said, "I lived to retirement at the ripe old age of 18 in my past life, but I had to kill a mad god to win my 'happy ending.' Being reincarnated as a worm that calls itself a god was almost poetic, after that."

"And this Teal'c fellow, he was serving you?" Teal'c was notably not present, probably to make sure that the two of us kept our stories straight. The rest of my newly-sworn jaffa had been 'asked' to wait on the other side of the chappa'ai while I negotiated the terms of my fledgling alliance with the United States Air Force.

"He wasn't serving me personally, no. I was technically just born earlier today. Goa'uld are born with a genetic memory stretching back nearly 9,000 years, and they take roughly 10 Earth years to mature, but nearly from conception they are conscious and capable of independent thought. It is our bodies which must mature within the bodies of the jaffa, not our minds. It was an interesting experience, dying only to be born in a body that wanted me to think I was Klor'el, son of the great serpent god Apophis. If I hadn't had so much time to set my mind straight I probably would have gone just as mad with the memory of millennia of dominance as the rest of them do."

"Teal'c chose to rebel of his own free will, then?"

I curved Skaara's lips into a genuine smile. "Indeed. I wasn't even aware of it until he and your men stormed the gate in an effort to retrieve both my host and Daniel Jackson's wife. It is fortunate he rebelled when he did, escaping Apophis without the backup he brought into play would have been difficult at best."

"And then you convinced the enemy forces not only to surrender, but to defect?" His disbelief was most clear here. I doubt he'd have entertained the idea without his own soldiers confirming my story.

"Yes," I said, "they're essentially brainwashed from birth through the use of religion as a tool to create loyalty and respect where none is deserved. I just used that cultural expectation to slot myself neatly into the pantheon of goa'uld they know about. As I told your people on the ground, literally anyone could do it if they know how to pull off the right tricks. Goa'uld society is nine tenths smoke and mirrors, one tenth actual threat of violence. And the jaffa military forces comprise the majority of that violent threat when push comes to shove. Without their loyal slave caste of warriors the whole goa'uld society would very swiftly collapse."

"And just how many soldiers are there? How many civilians would we be sheltering? What sort of needs do they have?" the general asked, and I quietly suppressed the sigh of relief I wanted to let out. I wasn't quite out of the woods yet, and this was just the middle man I needed to present my case to so that he could pass it up to what would probably end up being at least 3 different flavors of bureaucracy. Skaara passed some calming thoughts my way, and I sent gratitude in response. We both had our reasons to have faith in the American government, but time was still short. Apophis would launch a counter-attack as soon as he could, and would only suffer so many scouts failing to return from Chulak before sending an army that could overwhelm even the forces I'd left behind.

Focusing back on the present, I answered the general's question. "There are perhaps a thousand jaffa on Chulak, counting the women and children, the priests and priestesses, and what few elderly remain after their long years of service. They don't need anything that humans don't aside from goa'uld larva, but those can be stolen from any temple on one of the hundreds of thousands of jaffa worlds. There are even be a few hundred from Amaunet's most recent spawning on Chulak, unless the priests and priestesses were loyal enough to Apophis that they burned them already. They shouldn't have quite yet, but it's something to keep an eye on during a transition of power like this. And with Amaunet herself in custody a great many options are open to us which we should discuss in detail later."

"Hang on," Colonel O'Neill said, "I thought these things were gods. Aren't they…I dunno, sacred or something? Wouldn't killing their kids be a good way to get…smitten?"

I smirked a little, both at his incorrect conjugation of the verb 'to smite' and the idea that these 'gods' were capable of genuine smiting. "The mythology is intentionally unclear on the maturation process of larval goa'uld. Technically speaking we aren't gods until we gain control of a planet of our own, and even then planet lords are a lower rank than system lords and the supreme system lord Ra above them." O'Neill shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Ra, and I suddenly remembered being Skaara, and looking up at a brilliant flash in the sky where Ra's ship had been orbiting mere seconds earlier. I pushed the memory aside, that political nightmare could be addressed later. "It's a longstanding goa'uld custom," I continued, "to use their hosts to eat live goa'uld larva during peace conferences, each gathered lord eating of their own brood as a statement of both power and dedication to whatever peace is being sued for. There is no taboo at all about a loyal jaffa denying disloyal jaffa a supply of symbiotes by killing the symbiotes in question because the goa'uld would rather lose a thousand unborn offspring than see a single traitor survive. Such a jaffa would likely be rewarded for their willingness to root out treachery, if they survived the rage of whichever traitors they were sabotaging."

There was a long, subdued silence as the gathered humans took that in. To my dismay, I realized only from their reactions and Skaara's own shock that what I'd just said was objectively horrifying. The goa'uld ate their own young. Gleefully. They crushed their own essentially unborn offspring between the teeth of their hosts and then consumed the corpses for sustenance as much because it amused them as for any of the reasons I'd named. I'd forgotten how to be horrified by things like that, somewhere along the line. Was that because of my own life, because of things like what I'd had to do to Aster Anders, or was it because I hadn't defeated the inborn goa'uld mindset as thoroughly as I'd thought?

Putting those thoughts aside, I pressed onward. I'd have time for reflection later. "Fortunately for us, goa'uld larva take approximately ten years to mature and we have a supply which I told several of the foot soldiers to guard. They should last us well into the foreseeable future even if Amaunet proves…uncooperative."

General Hammond nodded slowly. "How many of Apophis's loyalists can we expect among their population, and how dangerous will they be?"

"Honestly? That would be a question for Teal'c. I'm at best ten years out of date as far as such information is concerned, and goa'uld clearly do not pay enough attention to their servants to notice the difference between loyalty and treachery."

"Give us a ballpark," O'Neill suggested.

"Expect at least 10 high priests and priestesses, but some of those will be more loyal to their underlings than their gods, or will have been swayed by my claims of stellar divinity. It's really rather hard for me to say; even looking at Amaunet's memories of him I saw no sign that Teal'c was a traitor and he was Apophis's first prime for three years before I was conceived, as well as a prominent soldier in their armies long before that. There will be at least 50 temple staff aside from the leaders who may know enough about how the incubation systems work to sabotage them subtly, and quite frankly anyone with a ma'tok and five minutes could slag the lot without much trouble. It might be best to keep them all away from the larva and see who's most upset by such a move. This job is a high honor, though, and few jaffa would be happy to lose it."

The general exchanged a look with O'Neill, and something passed between the two old soldiers that I barely caught. At a guess, O'Neill approved of something.

Skaara thought that meant something good, and unfortunately that only made one of us. I still didn't trust O'Neill's carefully calculated dumber-than-thou act. It reminded me unpleasantly of the parahuman tendency to hold back one's strongest moves until they were either absolutely necessary or exactly what was needed to devastate the opposition. Such careful moderation wasn't really something I'd had the luxury of, in my career, but I'd observed hundreds of times even outside of Endbringer fights how devastating such tactics could be.

General Hammond stood up after considering the look O'Neill had given him for several long seconds. "Very well then, Mr…Ms? Hebert?"

I rolled Skaara's eyes. That was something to iron out when I had five seconds to sit down and reflect on the fact that I'd been dropped into a body with a different gender than I was used to. "It might be better to stick to 'Taylor' for the moment, sir. For simplicity's sake, if nothing else. My own original birth name, by fortuitous happenstance, offers no presumption of gender."

O'Neill raised a single eyebrow. "That's not what you said back on Chulak," he noted with only a small amount of audible petulance.

"On Chulak," I said drily, "you were getting me confused with your good friend whose body I am still borrowing, and you continued to do so even after I corrected your mistaken assumptions and attempted to clarify matters."

O'Neill conceded the point with all the dignity and grace of a man his age, which wouldn't have been remarkable in most people with that much grey hair. Skaara tried to soothe my paranoia, but I resolved to keep both eyes on that man at every opportunity regardless. Skaara then borrowed his eyes without asking permission first and rolled them toward the ceiling. I resisted the urge to sigh in irritation only because General Hammond wasn't done talking.

"As you say, Taylor. I'll need to take this matter to my superiors before I can authorize such a large personnel transfer for the simple reason that this facility does not have the space for so many guests who would by their very presence outside of it risk exposing some of this nation's most valuable secrets."

I nodded slowly. "If I may then, I would like to return to Chulak. If I am very fortunate, Apophis will not yet have begun his attack and I will be able to aid my troops in resisting the forces he sends through the stargate." Even if the attack had begun, I probably still had time before Apophis sent more than scouting jaffa through the gate, and my troops had strict orders to catch any such incoming troops in a crossfire to ensure that they couldn't get far enough to dial back to the address they'd come from.

The general looked at O'Neill, who had insisted on being included in this meeting for reasons I still wasn't sure of. The colonel shrugged. "The snake's here because she wants to be, sir. I'd prefer not to alienate the snake walking around in Skaara's body by trying to find out if we can change that. Besides, it's not like we won't know where to find them once the President's been briefed on the new situation."

The President? They really were taking this seriously if the general had a direct line to the President. Fortunately, that meant it wouldn't take as long for my requests to be heard by people that had the authority to grant them. Unfortunately, I didn't really have time to stick around for a lengthy negotiation at the moment because even if they were willing to evacuate Chulak in its entirety I wasn't sure we'd be able to do such a thing before Apophis got his act together.

After several long moments of contemplation, General Hammond gave a small nod and said, "Very well. I'll approve your return trip through the stargate. I must warn you, however, that it will be a one-way trip. The iris we installed is going to stay closed any time the Gate is opened from the other side for the foreseeable future."

Well, that would put a bit of a damper on relations between us, but it was hardly an insurmountable obstacle. "I assume you're planning on coming to see me, then, rather than the other way around." I wished I could criticize the decision, but it made a great deal of sense. Were I any other member of my new species it would be a terrible idea to give me free access to their chappa'ai. Or their stargate, as they called it. I preferred their nomenclature, in all honesty. 'The ring of the gods' was far too pretentious a name for something that the 'gods' in question hadn't even created and barely understood how to use properly.

As I made my way down to the embarkation room, as they called it, Skaara nudged me slightly from where he'd been sitting back and watching. I used his body to sigh, but conceded the point he was making. Leaving Sha're and Amaunet in the hands of the tau'ri was the best option at the moment, but they would need some assistance and advice about how to deal with the impressive metabolic processes a goa'uld's host enjoyed. Fortunately, a polite request of the leader of the four-man team of soldiers escorting me got me guided directly to the infirmary. On arrival, I didn't even bother to wait for Skaara to ask, I just gave him control of his body. This wasn't something to be done by proxy.

"Dan-yel," he greeted his brother-in-law, still mangling the man's name out of habit.

The archeologist looked up from the bed where his wife's insensate body lay. "I guess I'm talking to Skaara then, not the goa'uld?"

Skaara nodded. "I wished to say goodbye to my sister in person. Our bond is such that I hardly needed to ask to return control of my body back to me." I sent him an impression of gratitude for talking me up like that, and felt his lips upturn slightly in a smile. "She truly is a kind woman, this Taylor. A fierce warrior of great renown, but also noble and full of goodness."

Well, I did try my best. Only time would tell how much good I would do with my second chance at life.

As Skaara sat opposite Daniel and took one of his sister's hands into his own Daniel asked, "What's she like, then? I mean…what kind of a woman doesn't get phased by reincarnating as a goa'uld?" There was some genuine curiosity in the man's expression, but I could also see something more there. Something darker. I could hardly blame him for hating the goa'uld though, considering the current situation.

"I was not exaggerating when I said that she has slain gods before, Dan-yel. She may not wish to glorify her enemies by calling them such, but she is also aggressively atheistic. The world she comes from…it is similar to yours, I think, but also very different. To live in such a place and believe in the benevolent God that Christianity preaches of was…difficult for her. After all that she went through and all that she has accomplished she now truly believes that anything claiming to be a god is just posing as such, no matter how powerful." I wholeheartedly agreed with what he was saying, and even offered some input of my own. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall, she says. But also, the more damage they do on the way down."

"Wise words," Daniel allowed after mulling them over for a few seconds.

Skaara quietly accepted my request to enter the conversation properly. "And earned through bitter experience, Doctor Jackson," I said.

He sat up straighter. "You…that was Taylor speaking, wasn't it?" he said slowly. It was barely a question.

I smiled. This man caught on quickly, though his familiarity with the host no doubt helped. "It is indeed. But as you were talking about me, I felt it appropriate to weigh in personally, instead of merely using my host as a mouthpiece."

"Right…" Daniel ran a hand through his hair as he let that sink in. "I guess I'm still getting used to the idea that there are two of you in there. And that one of you is…" he trailed off somewhat helplessly and looked at Sha're as though she could help order his thoughts. Knowing their relationship as Skaara did, I suspect that even while unconscious she could easily manage such a feat.

"If it helps, I prefer not to identify with the name my newfound species has adopted. Calling myself a god, or even a goddess just…grates. As Skaara said, religion attempted to preach messages of hope and kindness where I'm from and…there was very little hope and kindness in that place. In the end, I'm not sure I had faith in anything but myself, and I lost even that by the end."

A long silence followed that pronouncement as Daniel absorbed my words.

"Regardless," I said eventually, "in the here and now, there are things you must know if you are to keep your wife safe. Removal of Amaunet will take time and effort if we are to preserve Sha're's life, particularly if we also wish to keep Amaunet herself alive for interrogation. My species has within its body a sort of final spiteful measure meant to flood the host with a nearly instantly lethal toxin. By removing myself from the brain stem and locking my mouth-parts around the correct part of my anatomy I can keep the toxins from leaving my body as I die, but Amaunet will not be so kind, particularly if she is removed from her host by force."

"Is there anything we can do?" Daniel asked.

I attempted a comforting smile, with some success. Skaara had more practice with such things than I'd ever gotten. "The situation is far from hopeless. For now I will need to leave to ensure that the jaffa I recruited are not crushed by Apophis's rage. I will most assuredly be back; this world needs me too much to cut off contact after I leave. Once I return, or perhaps if I have spare time before that, I can start work on a device to help safely remove the Queen without harming your wife. In the meantime, I know of several substances which can overwhelm even a goa'uld's ability to purge toxins and metabolites which will do the host no harm. I will help the doctors synthesize at least one such substance before I leave so that Sha're may remain safely free of Amaunet's influence. Unfortunately, this will require that Sha're remain unconscious until further notice, but I think that will be for the best." Not that my motives were completely pure, here. If I ensured that they knew I could help the wife of one of their own people, and more importantly could provide detailed medical information on the as-yet-unknown alien species they'd just found themselves at war with, they would have no choice but to contact me before long. Negotiations would proceed accordingly, and by then their assistance with Apophis's forces would likely be very much appreciated.

Skaara's feelings about this were conflicted. He hated the inherent dishonesty even more than I did, but he also didn't want to be completely cut off from his friends within the SGC. In the end, he was willing to admit that the benefits outweighed the drawbacks. Due to the intimacy of the mental connection between us, though, I couldn't tell for sure whether it was his guilt or my own I was feeling about the necessary political plays we were making. After a brief review of my own heavily-improvised 'anti-goa'uld' measures, I decided that it didn't matter. Feeling something so antithetical to the typical mindset of my species was a good sign no matter what the reasons for it might have been.

"Thank you," Daniel said, looking at me with such raw gratitude in his eyes that I felt our shared body expressing several of the chemicals signals related to both physical and mental discomfort. I suppressed them ruthlessly.

"Think nothing of it, Doctor Jackson," I replied, carefully avoiding Skaara's habit of referring to the man by first name. "Much as I am an outsider to both your world and Skaara's, I wish to help wherever I can. We all will need every advantage we can get if we are to take the fight to Apophis and come out on top."

Daniel smiled obligingly. "Still, thank you. For bringing my wife back to me, even when I thought she was going to be lost forever…thank you. It means a lot to me that you'd go out of your way to help like that."

He was so unbelievably kind-hearted. Even though I had no intentions of using that against him, it still hurt a little bit to know that I was using his wife as one of my tacit bartering chips. Even more than it had when it was just Skaara knowing that his sister's wellbeing was less important to me than ensuring that my plans to form an alliance with the American government proceeded smoothly. And even though I kept telling myself that I really did want to help her, that I was bluffing and would find a way to help her even if negotiations fell through…I couldn't make myself believe it. Between my own personality and the habits of thousands of years of goa'uld living on in my flesh and blood, I couldn't say with certainty that I was a nice enough person to do something so selfless.

I wasn't sure whether or not I had been that nice for a long, long time.

…

After ensuring that Sha're would be well cared for in my absence, I made my way to the room where they kept their…stargate. Calling it that felt strange after thousands of years of memories calling it chappa'ai. But I was trying to move past those memories in every way I could, and their terminology was more descriptive to boot.

It was in their embarkation room, to my amazement, that I found out why I had yet to see their dialing device. They didn't have one. They had with computers that would have looked right at home in the 1990's created an interface that could control an ancient alien device that created stable wormhole connections on a galactic scale. An intergalactic scale, if some of my ancestors' wilder theories were to be believed. When I mentioned how impressive that was, all I got was a confused protest from Colonel O'Neill that, "It is the 1990's."

Well, it's not like time travel was less believable than all the other things that had happened to me. Phir Sē couldn't have managed it on his own, but it may well have been within Scion's capabilities, or even Contessa's. So I simply took that in stride and confirmed that they had dialed Chulak before making my way through the stargate.

And I arrived on Chulak to a scene that was, unfortunately, all too familiar. For all the wrong reasons. Jaffa bodies littered the ground around the stargate, possibly half as many as the entire armed contingent posted to this world. I could only hope that most of them weren't…mine. I began to silently rage against the memories of the worms before me that claimed that this useless waste of life was right and proper, the natural way of things. I felt Skaara silently aiding the process that I had so proudly (so very foolishly) thought I had mostly completed during my gestation. I summoned all of the memories of my life and such circumstances, my emotions in response to such sights. The Endbringers. Jack Slash's depravities. The parts of Golden Morning that I sometimes told myself I couldn't remember clearly, if only in hopes that the lie would help me sleep better at night.

Unfortunately, for all that such exercises helped, their necessity meant that I needed to carefully moderate my outward response to the situation. As it was, I'd barely managed to get my conflicting pasts to agree that a silent air of outrage was the proper response. The jaffa who had spoken for the group earlier was hurrying over to me, the worry written clearly on his face. I carefully softened my expression as he approached. It was important that he realize I was angry with those who had ordered this attack, not with him. Not even with the poor fools who had been chosen to carry it out, but that was another matter.

"How many dead, Bar'tok?" I asked.

"Nearly a dozen, my Lord, and one hundred who attempted to invade your world."

I wanted to scoff, but many memories from all over my psyche informed me in detail why that was a bad idea, what messages it would send that I didn't intend. Instead I kept my voice level as I said, "It is your world, I'm afraid, not mine. And all too soon we may be forced to abandon it."

"My Lord?" the garrison commander was suddenly worried again. Understandably so, unfortunately. It would take a long time before trust could properly build between us.

"I've negotiated with the Tau'ri military leader for sanctuary, but theirs is a peaceable society. He must bring my request to his leaders before approval will truly be granted. No matter what happens, however, what occurred here today will not be allowed to stand. If I cannot protect the chappa'ai from Apophis's rage we will be forced to flee, and unless the Tau'ri grant us sanctuary behind their admirable defenses our only recourse will be to avoid the rage of the system lords before it falls upon us all."

Bar'tok's lips pinched at the reminder that his masters would likely see him dead simply for bearing witness to what I and the soldiers from Earth had done. It wasn't something that often occurred to the jaffa, but any time they saw evidence of the goa'uld being less than divine the smarter among them tended to realize why such things were never spoken about. That didn't save them, of course. The lives of slaves meant little to the arrogant worms, even the slaves which bore their young within them.

"Are they truly the Tau'ri, then?" he asked, disbelief coloring his tone.

I quirked Skaara's lips into a smile. "I was skeptical myself." I hadn't actually been skeptical, not after seeing them, but Amaunet would have been. "But they truly come from the fabled origin of humanity. The very same world we stole away the ancestors of the jaffa from, even."

"Such a place…exists? In truth?"

My smile became more genuine. "It does. I could not mistake it, not even after all of these years." I saw the shock in his eyes, and intentionally misinterpreted it. "Did you think that we made your ancestors from whole cloth? No, not even the vaunted goa'uld are that mighty. An ancient artifact was used, and even then we used a human template to create the race that would become the proud defenders of our mighty holdings." The jaffa knew very little about goa'uld genetic memory and the goa'uld liked it that way, so they tended to mythologize things. A 'child' speaking as though they were present for events that only their ancestors had been there to see was all but unheard of. Even though I had two different perspectives remembering the ritual that created the first jaffa as though I had been there myself, it was somewhat gauche to actually admit as much in goa'uld society. But I was trying to be something different, more honest. With any luck, I was sowing the seeds that would eventually allow me to grow whole gardens of doubt in their mind as I attacked the warped mythology they had been fed their whole life.

Unfortunately, I mused as I saw the worship grow in his eyes, the only way to break this mythology was from within. Hopefully I wouldn't lose myself the way my ancestors, the way Amaunet's ancestors had. Skarra's quiet assurance of support from the back of my mind was more reassuring than I would have thought, as I turned to face the symbol-covered buttons of the stargate's control device. The clav'sac, the goa'uld called it, an oblique reference to both gestation and control that in most languages would have required a whole poem to convey. In the language of the half-insectoid slaver worms, it required but a word. I was quite sure that whatever term the staff of Stargate Command came up with would be much more palatable. In the meantime, however, I had work to do.

"I will modify the clav'sac to delay our enemies, as well as the chappa'ai itself," I told Bar'tok. "Get the people ready to move at a moment's notice. When the time comes, we may not receive much warning."

He pulled his ma'tok into a sharp salute and hurried off to do as I said. And no doubt to spread rumors about the safe haven being offered by the mythical "first world" that even the goa'uld didn't discuss much anymore, despite its importance to their entire civilization. I shook my head ruefully. I doubted the SGC really knew what they'd gotten themselves into, especially with how high their relative population was to a typical goa'uld world. For now, I'd just have to hope that they'd be able to pull their weight in the conflicts to come and prepare myself for the inevitable shitstorm to come.

A/N: So it's been a little while, eh? Terribly sorry about that, really, but these things don't exactly write themselves. Sometimes the spark is just very much not there, and forcing it wouldn't produce the kind of work I'm looking for when I write fanfiction. Still, I've finished another chapter and gotten some idea of where I'm going with this story, so hopefully the wait won't be quite so long next time.

No promises, though. I've been doing this long enough to know better that to expect I'll hold myself to such things. All I can really say is that I'll write what interests me and try to stay focused on stories that I've already started. I hope y'all enjoy the results!

~feauxen

P.S. if you want to discuss this story in more depth I've started posting it on Spacebattles under the same name. Reviews are nice and all, but an actual discussion where replies are encouraged is a completely different experience. I'll probably post chapters here first, but only by a couple minutes, if that, so you won't be missing anything no matter where you get the story from.