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NA 1: This is a translation from Spanish. Before, I used to upload the translation from Google Translate, but I found this one and it seems better to me. Please comment to let me know what you think.
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NA3: También he publicado el original en español, ya pueden leerlo.
Stargate Korr 1
Korr frowned. He had gone to bed the night before in his small rented room after spending half the night watching videos on social media, but he woke up in a strange bed, in a room with Egyptian decor and a couple of maids were helping him get dressed. The room showed no technology in sight and the maids were wearing rags that he considered dirty.
Both maids, in addition to wearing rags that he judged to be dirty, were unattractive, although they were young and looked no older than thirty. One was blonde and the other had unkempt black hair.
However, Korr knew exactly where he was, not because a Kara kesh was being placed in his right hand at that moment, nor because the maidservants called him "my god Korr", but because when he awoke he understood that he was a symbiote and that he was controlling a foreign body, as well as having an inherited memory with gruesome memories that included torture, rape, murder, genocide and all kinds of atrocities, typical of the Goa'uld.
All this meant that he had been transported to one of his all-time favorite science fiction series, Stargate, and since he was a Goa'uld, that meant he was in Stargate SG-1.
Since waking up about an hour ago, Korr had been putting aside all his "beautiful memories inherited from other Goa'uld" along with the extreme self-centeredness of the symbiote, who, despite being a pathetic parasite, considers himself a god.
Now, under the name of Korr, a minor goa'uld, he was calculating the resources available to him, the specific time he is in, what technologies he can obtain depending on his location and how he can become a true god of technology in this world.
His current species is hated to death throughout the galaxy, and if he presented himself as a good person with decent intentions, he would be lynched or end up in some secret lab or prison if he thought to present himself to anyone who hated the Goa'uld without having a way to defend himself.
After thinking for an hour, Korr decided that the most important thing was his own safety, so he wasn't going to do anything crazy or take unnecessary risks without getting something in return.
With this decision made, the first thing he needed to do was to find out where he was in the story and from there, determine what technologies and knowledge he could obtain.
Korr had read several fanfics in which transmigrators took everything lightly and fooled around with the story and made friends, but he wasn't going to go down that path. His main goal was to acquire advanced technologies, resources and power. After that, he could afford to fool around and relax without having to worry about his safety or the story itself.
To carry out this plan, Korr reviewed his possessions and who he was. First, Korr was a minor Goa'uld, exiled on a small planet at the edge of the galaxy, with about five thousand slaves and one hundred jaffa. He was obliged to pay tribute in exchange for the protection of a mid-ranking goa'uld, Mot, who in turn submitted to Ra's orders, even though he was on the outskirts of the galaxy and far from the central territories controlled by Ra. Since no one dared to attack the servants of the Goa'uld overlord, it could be said that Korr's chieftain was cunning.
Continuing with Korr, his possessions included a Ha'tak ship, but it was not a Ha'tak like those owned by Apophis or other system overlords, who had dozens of them and between ten and fifteen in their personal armies. Theirs was an old version with half the performance in all respects, with flaws and flaws.
It was little more than scrap and didn't even have the fuel needed to run it or spare parts in case of breakdowns. The fuel, which was liquid naquadah, he had to buy from the mid-ranking goa'uld that provided protection against other mid-ranking goa'uld. In addition, he had to negotiate and humble himself to get any spare parts. In short, the life of a lesser goa'uld was horrible, though a thousand times preferable to being one of his slaves and living in constant fear of torture. Of course, this was only the fate of this unfortunate goa'uld.
Korr, as a transmigrator who knew the story, could be considered an OP character within the plot, and no one could match his development potential, even an ascended one was insignificant compared to him.
In addition to being OP due to all his knowledge of history, he had transmigrated to become a symbiote, one of the most OP species in the entire series. His potential was as absurd as his characteristic stupidity which was displayed throughout the series in embarrassing scenes, where a goa'uld would boast of his divinity seconds before being sent to the other world.
Korr considered them naturally foolish, affected by the madness that the sarcophagus had caused them and which they had inherited to their descendants. They were a sick and decaying species.
Apart from all this, Korr was a young Goa'uld. Barely five years had passed since he was taken from a jaffa pouch and the mid-ranking goa'uld to whom he paid tribute, after certain tests whose contents were best forgotten and sealed in his memory for fear of insanity, gave him a junk ship and a couple of toys, putting him at his service to guard the slaves mining naquadah on that small unnamed planet.
This meant that Korr didn't even have access to a sarcophagus and that his madness was controllable. Or so he thought, because ever since he woke up he had been feeling strange and angry. He had already had to restrain his anger several times and avoid saying unpleasant things to the two pitiful looking slave girls who attended to his morning chores.
Korr knew that it was he and not the former Korr who was losing his cool. According to the old Korr's memories, he enjoyed being waited on by his slaves, but he, like the new Korr, found them ugly and dirty, and did not want them to touch him. He resented their touch and felt like hitting them to make them move away. They were disgusting beings…
Korr swallowed saliva and shook his head hard in his mind as his body remained tense, and the discomfort and fear of the slave girls was evident, indicating that their fury was evident.
-Get out! -Korr ordered. If he was to have servants, they should be of high rank like Ra's, not nasty, filthy beings like these….
Korr shook his head as the slave girls came out. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
…
After taking a moment, Korr opened his eyes, feeling refreshed. He seemed to be better on his own. He felt good about himself thanks to the self-centeredness of the Goa'uld, though this seemed to affect him somewhat, for if he compared his old self to his new one, there were differences that did not fit.
In his previous life, he never experienced anger at other people's grooming, he only felt annoyance or, at worst, distaste. It seemed that trying to get away from Goa'uld memories did not guarantee freedom from Goa'uld madness.
This meant he had to find a cure, but at the moment he had no access to anything similar and all he could do was take a deep breath and try to calm himself. He only hoped he would not commit any atrocities along the way, something he himself would not approve of, as he had always valued self-control and never had vices such as alcohol or drugs, though that did not mean he would reject any form of fun.
It was better to try to control himself more now that he was disturbed. Fortunately, he didn't have a sarcophagus and didn't have to deal with an addiction to it.
Korr, now fully in control of his mental faculties, walked over to a mirror near his bed as he saw the two slave girls outside his room. However, he felt another surge of anger and clenched his fists as he saw the somewhat distorted image returned to him by the mirror. This goa'uld's life sucked, he didn't even have a decent measly mirror….
Korr took a deep breath. It was not his goal to evaluate the mirror, but himself, or rather, the body of his host. According to his memories, his host was a young slave, but he didn't want to explore more about his life and had sealed his consciousness completely, leaving him in a comatose state. He did not want to know anything about his life or think about the fact that he was occupying someone else's body by force.
This meant that getting a body of her own was one of her priorities, not because she was a good person, but because she found it uncomfortable and even frightening to have another conscience so close to her own. As for moral issues, he didn't care. For that reason, he went over to the mirror to see how he looked.
His skin was tanned and bronzed due to a hot climate and a hot sun. Her features had a certain Middle Eastern air about them. He was an average height of 5'7", he did not consider himself tall, as he was ten centimeters shorter than in his previous life.
Korr wouldn't consider himself handsome either, only slightly better than in his previous life, but his body was toned, which added up. Korr wondered if a symbiote could improve the body, because he didn't remember this Goa'uld working out.
Korr shook his head. He was not satisfied with his current appearance. The clothes he wore were not of good quality either, and as he thought about it, the memory came of how he got them: they were a gift from the goa'uld who left him there. It was of poor quality. The goa'uld were mentally ill and lived in filth, their cities were disgusting and their slaves were filthy beggars….
Korr took a deep breath. It seemed that being aware of their insanity and the disgusting way of life of the Goa'uld only caused him to have fits of rage, and this was not the time for that. It was time to start stealing technologies and knowledge to treat his madness and become a true god of technology.
In this stargate universe, such a thing was possible, because there was technology easily accessible to anyone who knew where to look, and it was technology that could make him a real god… Well, he didn't want to be an ascended, so no god, but a mortal, who was immortal, with the absolute power to do his will, wouldn't be bad….
Kor shook his head and wondered if the goa'uld's ambitions had gotten the better of him, but whatever, it didn't seem like a bad plan.
As he looked at himself in disgust in the mirror, Korr thought that the first step to his plan to steal everything and become the supreme overlord of all the goa'uld in and around this galaxy was to determine where he was in history, and for that, he had a few clues. First, the goa'uld that Korr served was himself a servant of Ra.
This could mean that the main story had not yet begun and Ra was still alive, which would make his quest for power easier. But he couldn't be sure of that, since the elder goa'uld or system lords didn't learn of Ra's death until a year later, and Korr was a low-ranking, insignificant goa'uld. No goa'uld would bother to say anything to him.
Still, the arrogance and egomania of a goa'uld would prevent him from not declaring to his servants that he was now in command, and the goa'uld he served would surely notify him of a change in leadership, for as soon as Ra died, he would be in grave danger and would rush to swear allegiance to one of the system lords who ruled his territory, be it Olokun or Queen Morrigan.
For all this, Korr wasn't sure, but he had a more or less sure way of finding out where he was in history. And that way was "Abydos." Of the entire Stargate series, "Abydos" was the only stargate address Korr remembered.
He didn't even know the address of Earth, although he knew its origin symbol was the triangle with the circle on top, because the main characters wore it on their uniforms, or would wear it later, he didn't remember that part. Once, on the internet, he took a look at all the emblematic directions of the series, but he didn't remember any of them. Still, his lack of knowledge about the portal addresses was not a problem, because the information he needed was about the most advanced technologies and how to use them, and that he did remember, so he should start his plan as soon as possible.
Korr observed himself again in the mirror. His clothes were broad rags, they couldn't be called clothes, it was a shame….
His clothing consisted of broad rags, moderately clean, baggy pants and shirt, similar to Middle Eastern dress, nothing as impeccable and in his own style as what Ra wore in the movie. By all evidence, Korr was a miserable, poor goa'uld, whose servants were ugly and poorly dressed… In short, his clothes were ordinary.
Korr looked at his forehead, it bore no marks of any kind. Nor was she wearing makeup. Then he looked at his right hand, the Kara kesh was there, but to set his plan in motion, it could not be seen, so he took it off and hid it in his ample clothing.
Finally, he spent ten minutes in front of the mirror to master the flashing effect in his eyes. He did not want his plans to fail because he looked like a firefly at a time when he had to remain human.
Once he finished his preparations in front of the mirror, he went to a corner and took out a sat pistol from a hiding place, he also hid it in his clothes for safety.
When he finished, he left his room. Two jaffa were waiting for him outside and greeted him. They wore full armor but no helmet. Korr glared at them, as he considered them to be lowly soldiers, but again adopted a serene expression. This was no time to worry about the Jaffa and their terrible, outdated and ineffective battle and warfare tactics and strategies.
-Let's go to the portal! -he ordered in the Goa'uld language.
The Jaffa dared not ask questions or propose alternatives, for the Goa'uld tortured and killed any slave who disobeyed. Sometimes, it was enough to insinuate something foolish for them to be executed after being tortured. The Jaffa covered their rear and front as they marched down the hallway.
Korr nodded with satisfaction as he walked and surveyed the hallway. The floor was polished and the walls gilded, decorated with high quality reliefs, despite the fact that the ship that served as his palace was a wreck. If there was one thing he liked about the Goa'uld it was the design of their ships. He didn't care if they were inefficient or if they wasted space, he thought they looked cool and had a unique and striking style.
If he designed ships in the future, Korr would definitely include many references to the Goa'uld model. In particular, he would be sure to add the pyramid, which was the one thing most criticized by fans of the series who called for efficiency in Goa'uld ships.
Korr didn't mind wasting space, he didn't plan to remove the pyramid, because it was what made the Goa'uld ships and the entire series unique. It was the most striking design. In conclusion, no matter what technology he got, the goa'uld design was what he liked best and it was what he would use.
Despite all that, he was still a minor Goa'uld and didn't even have access to all the Goa'uld technology. Though that didn't mean he didn't possess vast knowledge and was capable of studying all the systems of the ship he owned and recreating it if he obtained the necessary tools and materials.
The intelligence of a Goa'uld could not be underestimated. However, he could not overestimate his ability to obtain technology on his own, as any breakthrough in research would take years and that did not interest him, especially if he did not have access to dozens of advanced technologies.
…
Korr and his jaffa escort arrived at the ring platform, and one of the two jaffa took it upon himself to activate it. The sensation was strange. He felt no dematerialization of his body. When the rings went up, he saw only a flash of light.
When he regained his vision, he was in another room, built of stone, which served as the base of the pyramid on which his ha'tak ship sat. When the transporter rings returned to their place, a jaffa with Middle Eastern features and a molten gold tattoo on his forehead awaited him. It was two small crumbs surrounded by a circle, at least that's what it looked like to Korr. The symbol seemed too modest and unremarkable?
It was embarrassing, but he had no time to correct nonsense. The jaffa was tall and athletic. It was one of the two original jaffa that had been given to him by his Goa'uld chief, while the others he had created himself by selecting from among the slaves. Korr had appointed this jaffa Jet as his primate, and his task was to take care of the slaves and make sure the other jaffa were trained and ready to serve him, jaffa style.
-Let's go to the portal, reports are not needed at the moment! -Korr ordered, not to be disturbed by reports about the extraction of naquadah from the slaves. The jaffa were fanatics and performed their duties with brutal efficiency, it was not necessary to listen to their atrocities against the other slaves. The primate nodded and, after a salute, walked a step behind and beside Korr, while the other jaffa held their positions and advanced.
Stepping out of the pyramid that served as a landing pad for the ha'tak ship, Korr could see a part of his domain. There were few trees due to the proximity of the naquadah mine two hundred meters away. Hundreds of slaves could be seen coming and going in the mines, while about thirty jaffa watched over them and subjected the most idle ones to whippings. Those who dared to resist were executed or taken with him to be tortured and executed. It was evident that their working conditions were primitive, their conditions pitiful and their appearance dirty and unkempt, some barely wearing rags. Korr felt disgust and revulsion as he witnessed the scene.
"If I were made a garbage god, I would have nothing to complain about," he thought and shook his head at such a thought, as he kept walking, pretending not to see anything, and the jaffa were hurrying to bring everyone to their knees, even though he was two hundred yards away from the crowd of hundreds of slaves.
The rest of the slaves would be working the crops to provide food for the jaffa, himself and his own people. The Goa'uld were parasites through and through, ruthlessly, meanly and absurdly exploiting all who served them. Korr felt disgust and revulsion for that way of life, but he was no philanthropist or saint, and for the moment, his goal was more important than stopping this….
"Situation" unpleasantness, so he kept walking, maintaining a serene expression, as he made his way to the portal two hundred meters from the pyramid, to make sure that the slaves did not approach his ship when delivering the tributes.
The ancient Korr was paranoid about a possible rebellion, and he agreed with that paranoia because he knew the history and knew that the Goa'uld were destined for oblivion, despite being a species with unlimited potential.
…
After walking the two hundred meters, Korr arrived at the portal along with his jaffa escort and, wasting no time, began to dial. The goa'uld already possessed knowledge of the symbols and the use of the portal, and already had an address, so dialing was not a problem.
As he finished dialing, Korr felt apprehension as he saw the portal connect and the wormhole formed with a large vortex until it stabilized, resembling the surface of a lake under the effect of a small wind.
The fact that the portal connected to Abydos, the planet where Ra would die or had already died, could mean two things: either Ra had not yet died and the portal had not been buried, or Ra had died and the portal had been unearthed after a few months.
Other options, such as that the first season had already ended and the portal was unearthed a second time, were also possible, though unlikely because Korr had not learned of Ra's death. At the moment, he could not be sure of the time in history unless he crossed over.
If he did cross and they were beyond the second season, he would be in serious trouble and would have to shoot his way through, as the Abydonians would know the dangers of the Goa'uld and the first thing they would do would be to frisk him for weapons.
It was a huge risk to cross the portal, but it was a risk he would have to take. Korr figured that if they discovered the Kara kesh, he would be lost, so in that case, he would have to shoot his way through, with the faint hope of survival.
Apophis had done so, but he was wearing armor, had his Kara kesh ready to use and a bunch of jaffa ready to give their lives by stepping in as human shields. He could not carry jaffa with him, because if he was in the second option, they would receive him as an enemy.
-If I don't return today, cancel the work in the mine and order the slaves to rest in shifts while they take care of the cultivation fields. As for you and the other jaffa, guard the pyramid and be on the lookout for any attempt to conquer the territory. Use the ship's weapons to suppress any invasion," Korr ordered his cousin, and he nodded, though great doubt could be seen on his face regarding these instructions.
Being a minor Goa'uld was a problem, as they could not leave their territory. Nothing was easier for a goa'uld to conquer than a jaffa if their god was not present on site.
-Will my god cross the chappa'ai alone? -asked his primate, unable to contain himself. Korr nodded without another word and headed for the portal to cross, clenching his fists absently.
This was a great risk to his life and plans, but it was vitally important to everything else.
Crossing the portal was as strange as using the transporter rings. He felt no loss of consciousness, only a slight pull and a change of scenery.
When he emerged, he found himself in a room lit by torches, which made him grit his teeth. However, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a shabbily dressed and dirty boy peeking his head timidly out from behind a pillar. Korr made no sudden movements and kept his hands at his sides so as not to appear threatening, but inwardly he rejoiced.
He already knew where he was in the story. It was not the best time. The fact that the Abydonians were there and there were torches meant that Ra was dead, and the time advantage that would ease his path had been reduced. However, there was no need to shoot his way through, which was a relief. It wasn't as if his path was impossible either, for if this were a video game, he would be in normal mode.
-Hello," Korr said, using the language of his slaves.
Korr could speak English thanks to a computer course he had taken in high school, and Daniel Jackson would be around and could understand him, but explaining how he knew English would be a big problem, so he wouldn't speak English, let alone Spanish. He wouldn't think of using Goa'uld either.
At this point in history, Daniel Jackson didn't know too much about the Goa'uld and how despicable and cunning they could be, but he would consider them a threat and wouldn't trust anyone who spoke their language without good justification. Korr could make something up, but it was best not to create unnecessary problems.
The shy boy, seeing that Korr offered him a kind voice and a smile (which was not difficult for him, as he was happy that his life was not in danger and he had taken the first step towards godhood), stepped out from behind the stone column, while other subjects, not so young, poked their heads out from other columns.
Korr did not advance and allowed the boy to approach him and examine him without touching him. The boy carried a nine-millimeter pistol and his companions had M16 rifles. They were not defenseless, so it was better not to provoke them.
As the boy examined him, he continued to talk and Korr found to his surprise that he could understand him. However, he pretended not to understand him, as at that moment he had no excuse to explain how he understood their language perfectly.
It was not something Korr had learned, but was part of his genetic memory. Korr decided not to dig into how that knowledge had gotten there. Anything to do with his genetic memory was sealed to him of his own volition and he didn't want to trigger any further madness. He frowned as the boy continued to talk and ask him who he was and what he was doing there. Korr pretended to catch something, but not understand most of it. Then Korr pointed to himself.
-Aran," Korr said, pointing to himself.
Korr didn't know if his name goa'uld meant something or if it was the name of some god, but if it was, he would be in serious trouble when he met Daniel Jackson. It was better to use a less flashy and common name, so he opted for the name of one of his slaves that he had overheard.
The boy understood the gesture and introduced himself. Korr paid no attention to his name, since, not being Skaara, he was considered a secondary character and would probably die as soon as Apophis appeared there. He wasn't going to waste his time with disposable people….
Korr shook his head in his mind and pointed forward.
-Who are they? -He uttered using the language of the Abydonians, but mashing it to the extreme so that they could barely recognize an interrogative tone in it.
One of the men could stand the lack of communication and understanding no longer, pointing to another to tell him to bring Daniel. Korr smiled inwardly as he put on an expression of incomprehension and doubt.
…
Two hours later, longer than expected for him, a man with broken glasses appeared on the scene. Korr was filled with impatience, but upon seeing Daniel Jackson accompanied by Share, all his theories about time in history were one hundred percent confirmed.
…
Three hours later, Korr was eating a disgusting meal while Daniel Jackson instructed him on the language and he pretended to learn quickly.
…
When they were able to communicate properly, Korr made Daniel Jackson swallow a bunch of lies that had nothing to do with him, telling him that he came from a world that Ra had abandoned hundreds of years ago, but where its inhabitants dared not use the portal of the gods.
Korr told him that since childhood he had ignored this warning and that, after finding some portal addresses, he had been traveling on various planets, even having been captured a few times as a slave, but managing to escape. He therefore claimed to have knowledge of several languages, including that of Ra. He lied and said that, despite his appearance, he was already thirty-five years old and had been traveling for twenty years, collecting knowledge of languages, languages, cultures and customs of many worlds.
As expected, Daniel Jackson got excited and started asking questions, letting information flow out. Korr was careful and made sure to tell false stories and inaccurate details. Although Daniel Jackson was a hippie, bordering on naive, his intellect could not be underestimated and he was not a fool to be fooled by lies and fabrications.
During their conversation, Korr slyly repeated questions he had already asked and, by being attentive, understood that Daniel's emotion did not cloud his judgment. Therefore, he shared very little information about the Goa'uld, mentioning that they were dangerous and that he had never attempted to approach them or their jafas.
Still, Korr shared general information about the Goa'uld and their empire throughout the galaxy, arguing that he had not visited any worlds outside of their influence.
Upon hearing this, Daniel took the bait and mentioned that he knew of some addresses that were perhaps outside the Goa'uld domain. Korr's eyes almost sparkled, but he managed to restrain himself as he shook his head and sighed, claiming to be somewhat tired and that they would talk about it later.
Korr purposely used an incredulous tone that contained a certain superiority and condescension, making it clear that he didn't believe her and that he didn't have time to listen to tales. He abandoned the conversation and asked for a resting place so that later he could introduce him to some local people and be able to talk to them about their people, customs and languages, which he had mentioned earlier, was what interested him most.
…
Three hours later, Daniel Jackson practically dragged him to some caves where the Abydos stele was located with the portal directions Korr needed to fulfill all his plans. So his excitement was unfeigned as a proud Daniel Jackson explained to him the whole history of the place and his conjectures on the subject.
However, after an hour discussing theories and while Korr took the opportunity to record the directions in his mind, using the abnormal learning and information processing ability of the Goa'uld to memorize everything as if his life depended on it, some Abydonians rushed over to inform Daniel Jackson that the portal had been activated for the second time and that a paper box had been thrown through it.
Korr knew what that paper box meant, but he frowned in disbelief as Daniel looked concerned. Daniel offered to leave him there, but Korr had already memorized all the directions and since the story was already at this point, he couldn't waste time acting. He had to get back as soon as possible and continue with the next steps of his divinity plan.
As they made their way back to the portal, Daniel told him briefly about their origin and what had happened on Abydos, confessing that they had killed a Goa'uld there.
Korr took the opportunity to feign apprehension and fear, along with some haste to leave the place. Daniel didn't take it well, but he understood human emotions and didn't object to letting him go. He also looked relieved that Korr wasn't interested in finding out more about his friends.
After writing a message in English on the box and sending it through the portal, he was allowed to leave. Korr noticed that at no time did he see the direction of Earth in the wake of Abydos, so he assumed that Daniel Jackson had taken precautions before taking him there.
Korr marked an abandoned planet and then his own planet, where three jafas sighed in relief to see him return safely.
Korr guessed they feared they were abandoned, but their opinions didn't matter to him. He hurried back to his room, glaring at his disheveled maids as they tried to serve him, and slammed the door in their faces so they wouldn't think of coming back.
Afterwards, Korr sat down on his bed and pulled out a tablet-like Goa'uld notepad to store the directions he had learned and mull over the next steps in his plan.
