Prologue

'Tis was the night before shit hit the fans, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Well that was a lie, there were a couple of mice...or rats...whatever, they are monsters in my current situation, I hope I don't meet them.

I slipped in through the tiny gap between the windows and launched myself off the ledge with a mighty jump, landing lightly on the bouncy bed of my target.

I began to slowly crawl up over the sleeping mound, body rising and falling in time with her breathes.

From this perspective, it sounded like a freakin' hurricane.

Alright, I am right next to her head now, up her chin, up right to her lips.

I pry them open with my arms, and slipped right inside.

Good God, that sounded wrong.

I activated my built in Tinkertech optics and night vision quickly showed me the nasty interior of a human mouth.

Ugh.

Okay, let's see...it should be this way, I passed underneath the uvula (eew) and found a soft squishy flesh at the back of her throat.

With a tap on my helmet, I called up a digital rendering of her anatomy. Don't want to accidentally paralyze her or something. She didn't really deserve that much punishment. Also, I might get bad karma from that.

But she will deserve this. Two spindly spider like arms rose from my back, one of which sported a long needle.

Sorry, well not really, because you're a bitch. I stab the back of her throat and injected the anesthetic.

Then I primed both of my robot arms and fired twin beams of deadly laser right at the back of her throat, carving a nice oval hole, the dead flesh flopping over, charred.

Climbing over into the hole, I proceed to scale up her spine, so this is what it feels like to be a fucking Goa'uld.

Aha, at last, I am in her brain. Or I am looking at a mess of fleshy stuff. Probably the lower cortext. Okay, let's see, according to my handy helmet image, my target is right near the frontal and parietal lobes.

Huh. Alright.

I fire both lasers right into her brain and carve a straight path up to the Corona Gemma- I concentrated on it until it exploded into a sizzling char of flesh. She might have some brain damage, but meh. She was already nuts.

RUMBLE.

Ah shit, she's waking up.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"

And screaming. Time to get out of here.

I fired a beam right past the back of her neck and climbed out of the hole, then I jumped into the air and activated my built-in hovertech (my suit is too awesome, really), flying/hopping my out of her window and back into the night.

Mission accomplished. Fuck you Sophia Hess. Let's see how your ego deal with no powers.

...

I woke groggily. It was quite the night. Downstairs I can hear the kitchen exhaust on and the sweet wafts of eggs, hashbrowns and coffee.

(she took my sudden decision to convert to vegetarianism in stride).

As I rounded the stairs into the kitchen, my kind-of-not-really-daughter look up and smiled, "Good morning dad"

I smiled, "Morning, Taylor".

You don't know it yet, but I've avenged thee