Robotech: The Stargate Saga

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and universes that I am about to mangle around and mash together for my own demented author amusement – sadly all Robotech and Stargate characters and concepts remain the property of Harmony Gold and MGM respectively – I am merely borrowing them and make absolutely no profit from their use. As a result, please keep the legal attack dogs – also known as lawyers – firmly muzzled and on a leash as I have no money to give to anyone.

Authors Note: Well first off let me start by wishing everyone Happy New Year I hope you all had a good Christmas and are ready to face the year ahead. Hopefully this year will be much better for everyone that twenty twenty-two was. What better way to start a new year of writing than with an update for one of my fic's so here you all go. A quick reminder that conversation in bold represents the distorted voice of a Goa'uld or a Tok'ra symbiote, conversation in bold italic represents a symbiote talking to a host and conversation in italic represents a host speaking to a symbiote. Okay now that quick refresher is out of the way let's crack on with the first update of the year.

Chapter Fifteen

Elysium

Goa'uld Empire

Hades was quietly shaking in a combination of fear and rage as he emerged from the Stargate on the planet he had long claimed as his throne world. He had thought he had gotten lucky when he had dialled one of the oldest Stargate addresses known to the Goa'uld, an address that for eons hadn't worked, and gotten the gate to establish a wormhole connection. The probe he'd sent through had revealed the presence of humans on the other side along with the fact that both the gate and the dialling device were fully uncovered and operational. Naturally he had taken a small squad of his elite Jaffa through the gate to do a reconnaissance in force, to get the measure of these humans and from there determine if their world was viable to annexation into his small but slowly growing empire.

The hope had been that it would be as the planet, which from its star coordinates was somewhere in the remotest hinterlands of Ra's domain and a place where the Supreme System Lord hadn't ventured for a few millennia at least, would have made a good location for a secret staging ground. A place where he could build up his forces and when the time was right, when Sokar launched his next big offensive, launch an assault on Ra's core territories. Something that would hopefully let him break the currently quiet torturous stalemate between the factions and bring this galaxy wide civil war to an end. At least that had been the hope and the plan.

What he had not anticipated and indeed should have been impossible – humans existed to serve his kind as slaves and hosts, they should never have the inclination nor the ability to hurt those who should be worshipped as their gods – was for the humans there to be able to put up such stiff resistance and do some with some weapons that were downright deadly. The ease with which first the projectiles fired back by the first group of humans, then the Anubis-cursed lasers their reinforcements had used, had cut through the armour of his Jaffa as it were made of paper and not a tough trinium-steel composite. Faced with such overwhelming firepower – and knowing from experience that a personal shield could only stop so much before its capacitor was drained – there had been no other option but to withdraw as staying would have only led to capture or death. Now he would have to mark that world as a threat to be eliminated as soon as the resources were available to do so.

Unfortunately, with the way the civil war was going, there was no way to tell when said resources would be available. Even living gods like himself had their limits after all as even they could not predict the future, oh they could make a good, educated guess on most things based on experience but that was all they could do.

The sound of his two surviving Jaffa, and the one human that they had been able to take prisoner, coming through the still active gate brought him out of his thoughts. He quickly composed himself into his normal, impassive mask and turned to look at them smiling ever so slightly in an evil in the way only the Goa'uld could really be as he beheld the prisoner slumped barely conscious between the two Jaffa. The human would remain weak for a good hour yet because of the voluntary neural paralysis imparted by his kara'kesh, plenty of time to get him back to the palace and make the proper preparations.

"Bring him," he ordered imperiously before walking in the direction of a well-guarded platform that housed the ring transporter that would, in an instant, teleport them halfway around the planet to the capital city and the palace – unlike most of his kind he didn't like keeping the Stargate close to his capital or indeed the main settlement on any of the world's he was the pharaoh over. The traditional practice of keeping the Stargate close had worked against him in the past and indeed had let that worm Cronus take several planets – including his original throne world – in one of the previous times they had fought one another for territory and power in traditional Goa'uld fashion.

After that humiliation – something that had also cost him his seat on the High Council of the System Lords, a demotion that even now two and a half millennia later still rankled to the point that he had covertly supporting Sokar – he had put in place several new practices. Determined that no long would the armies of a rival Goa'uld be able to just come waltzing through the chappa'ai and have easy access to his main cities, while his modern practice could be a bit inconvenient at times it had already proven itself far better than the traditional method.

The sound of armoured boots behind him let him know that the Jaffa were following him with their prisoner. Hades allowed himself a slight smile at that, soon he would know a bit more about the world he'd stumbled across one way or another. Hopefully, while their weapons were impressively advanced especially those lasers, they would only have a few spacecrafts, and hopefully nothing capable of matching a motherships firepower, that his fleet would be able to take down leaving the world open to being conquered.

After about ten minutes of walking along a perfectly maintained stone road, he passed through a gate to the area where the rings were kept on a raised platform. A platform surrounded by elite guards both standing at alert and manning various heavy weapons from staff cannons to plasma repeaters and some heavier artillery pieces that when used could hurl explosive charges anywhere from a few hundred meters to – in the larger staff cannon sized pieces – several kilometres. At the sight of their god returning the Jaffa stiffened to attention.

Hades nodded back at them, appreciating the display as he always did, before walking up onto the platform and coming to a stop where the rings would be when activated. A second later the two Jaffa and the human prisoner joined him, the Jaffa carefully placing themselves and their prisoner so they would, like him, be within the perimeter of the rings when activated. Once he was satisfied that they were all in position Hades touched one of the crystal controls on the back of his kara'kesh and activated the transport rings.

Zackary Reed was quietly cursing the incredible weakness that currently gripped his body as the two aliens dragged/carried him after their leader in his elaborate gold armour. Whatever that weapon on the lead aliens' hand was it had somehow seemingly drained all the strength out of his body making it impossible for him to offer any resistance. Not that it would have probably gotten him very far even if he did resist, he didn't know how to operate the Stargate – hell until this afternoon he'd never seen the damned thing though he had of course heard about it given that scuttlebutt was the fastest thing in the universe even when compared to space folding – plus these guys appeared to be stronger than he was.

He wanted to ask where they were taking him, but he didn't feel like he could even talk. All he could do was watch as the aliens stepped up – lifting him in the process as if he weighed only a few grams and not two hundred and five pounds of mostly solid muscle – onto the platform and came to a stop in the middle of some ring-shaped thing on the floor. Now what are they going to do, he wondered as he watched Mr Gold Armour touch something on the back of the device on his one hand.

Immediately with a whirring whooshing sound five rings – made from a dark brown metal that was very similar in appearance to the metal that the Stargate was made from – rose from the floor and stacked around the four of them. Immediately there was a flash of yellow-orange light and a sensation of moving at a tremendous speed but without physically moving, and all he saw was a shimmering curtain of white-blue energy. The yellow-orange light came again, and the curtain disappeared, with the rings retracting back into the floor…

…to reveal that they were no long on the stone platform. Instead, they were now in a room with white and gold marble walls and floor. Zackary was stunned as he realized that they had literally been teleported somewhere else on the planet by the rings. That's impossible, he thought knowing that outside of folding space – which they had learned the hard way you shouldn't do inside a planetary gravity well – teleportation like Star Trek's transporters was supposed to be impossible. Yet here it was as clear as day an example of teleportation in action. Mentally he shook his head knowing that if they were here Doctor Lang, Doctor Carter and all the other eggheads of the Robotech Research Group would be practically falling over themselves to start figuring out just how the technology worked and how they could possibly adapt it for their own use.

"Take him to a holding cell and make sure he is prepared properly," the alien leader ordered in that downright creepy, inhumanly distorted voice of his. "Once he has recovered enough bring him to the throne room, we will soon see if he will be accepted."

Accepted? Accepted for what? Zackary thought confused even as one of the guards spoke up and, in the process, identified his captor. "Yes Lord Hades," the alien replied in a deceptively human sounding voice. Hades as in the Greek god of the underworld, he thought incredulous as the two aliens started carrying him to somewhere else in this complex – which honestly looked somewhat like how Hollywood had liked to portray Mount Olympus and the home of the Greek pantheon before Hollywood and the rest of LA was wiped off the man by a Zentraedi reflex cannon blast. Half of Southern California – including his ancestral home in a small town just outside San Francisco – had followed LA into destruction as the impact of the blast – coupled with quantum energy bleed through into the crust in the area which geologists had long likened to a pane of cracked glass – triggered the worst earthquakes on the San Andreas and Hayward faults in history causing vast landslides into the Pacific. Which – as large landslides tended to do – had spawned quite a few truly monstrous tsunamis that went on to wreck islands and coastlines around the Pacific Rim that the reflex cannons hadn't touched.

Putting aside those thoughts – and the now painful memories of a home that no longer existed – he wondered what the connection could be between this apparent Hades and the mythological figure. While he wasn't a scientist by any stretch of the imagination, he had to consider the possibility that his captor could be the inspiration for the tales of the ruler of the place where the souls of the deceased resided in Greek mythology. After all, to their primitive ancestors – even the Greeks and Romans – any aliens encountered would have been regarded as gods especially if they were wielding energy weapons which along with any other advanced technology they possessed would be seen as being magic. Though what did he mean by being accepted. Accepted for what?

Somehow, he knew it would not be good.

United Earth Defence Council

New Macross City, North America Quadrant

Earth, That Same Time

Grim silence reigned in the meeting chamber of the United Earth Defence Council as for the second time in as many weeks they were informed about an attack on Fort Minotaur by previously unknown hostile force. However, this time the attackers had not come from anywhere on Earth like the forces Vosegus had sent to try and capture the base long enough for him to take the Stargate, only for his attack force to be quickly overwhelmed and defeated. Instead, the attack had come from the Stargate itself with a small party of alien soldiers – in similar armour to those encountered on Linkotis though their helmets had been different and with identical staff-like plasma weapons – one in gold armour coming through from somewhere else in the galaxy.

Much as on Linkotis the aliens had immediately proven hostile and attempted to take one of scientists prisoner only to end up exchanging heavy fire with the guards in the Stargate chamber at the time. From what General Richards and Colonel Kowalski were reporting the resulting fight had been downright brutal, and only ended when marine units armed with lasers had stormed into the room eventually forcing the aliens to retreat back to wherever they had come from – only three of them including the gold armour wearing leader escaping and two of them only because they had been holding a captive and their troops couldn't risk hurting the helpless prisoner so they'd had to let them go.

"Do we know who it was they abducted," Secretary Anderson said after a few moments of considerate silence. He was not happy to learn that Fort Minotaur had again been attacked, through the gate this time, though the attack had been relatively light and quickly beaten back. "And how many dead?"

"Six dead most of them scientists three more wounded, sir," General Richards answered, "the person that the aliens abducted has been identified as one Sergeant Zackary Reed, and how the hell the aliens were able to disable him so completely that he couldn't resist I don't know as he's one of the strongest guys on the entire base. It has something to do with a device the alien in gold had on his one hand but what that device was I have no idea."

"Do we know where they came from?" Admiral Gloval asked.

"Yes, sir we do. The only operational security camera in the room – we're still waiting for a replacement for the other to arrive from Heraklion, but it won't get here for a while due to the storm – was pointed at the dialling device," Richards replied. "We were able to see which symbols the aliens used and in which sequence they were pushed to activate the gate. I had them checked against a copy of the Zentraedi stellar navigation database that Minister Exedore sent us."

"And?"

"The planet is located in a star system forty thousand and sixty-eight light years from here. It's located in a completely different arm of the galaxy we cannot even see the systems parent star from Earth."

"So, what are we going to do about this," Colonel Matthews asked. "We should send some people through after them."

"That would not be advisable colonel we would have no idea what they'd be going into," General Markwell answered immediately. "Plus we still don't know for certain which sequence of symbols is needed to dial Earth from anywhere else in the galaxy. Even if our people managed to survive whatever could be waiting for them on the other side of the gate, they would have no guaranteed way of easily getting home."

"But we cannot let this attack go unanswered nor can we leave a man in the hands of this enemy whoever they are," Matthews objected before hesitating and everyone could see he was gathering himself up to say something. Something that he normally would not say and indeed would probably argue strenuously against.

"I hate to say this but can the Zentraedi help," he said at last looking like he had bitten into a particularly sour lemon as he said that, even as he looked at Exedore to address the question to him.

Exedore looked thoughtful. "I would have to check with Commander Breetai to be sure but I believe that a number of our ships could be made available to mount an expedition to this system," he said at last, even as he was inwardly grinning at the sight of the xenophobe being forced to ask him and his people if they could help. "It would not be many ships, as many of you are aware most of our surviving fleet currently do not have space folding capabilities due to lingering damage from the battle with Dolza and severely reduced protoculture levels."

"Roughly how many ships would be available Exedore?" Gloval asked.

"Based on the last fleet status report I had I would say no more than a battlegroups worth," Exedore answered after a few moments of thinking about it. "That would be about forty-two ships mixed between Tou Redir and Thuverl Salan classes. It would not be all of currently fold capable ships as I assume you would like to keep some here in Sol for both defence and patrol purposes. Plus, the expedition to Mars."

"Forty-two robotech warships might that not be a bit of overkill," Markwell asked.

"I thought there was no such thing as overkill. Is it not a Terran maxim that there is only open fire and I need to reload," Exedore answered, prompting the rest of the council to all groan "What?"

"Exedore we really need to have a talk about what is fictional and what isn't," Gloval replied even as he wondered who the bright spark was who had introduced the Zentraedi to the campy madness that was the pre-Rain web comic Schlock Mercenary. Probably the same bright spark who introduced them to Star Wars, he thought, whoever that was I would like to throttle them as if I am asked one more time by a micronized Zentraedi where we keep the lightsabres, I am going to go crazy. "Still forty-two ships should be more than enough. If the council approves the deployment how long would it take the ships to get ready?"

"Between eight- and twelve-hours admiral. It would depend on how many of our ships would require resupply from stores on the factory satellite first."

"I would need to clear the deployment with the secretary general but I don't see that being much of an issue," Anderson said. "I will speak with him after this meeting is concluded."

"Assuming we get agreement what should our rules of engagement be," Exedore asked.

"Recover Sergeant Reed by any means necessary," Anderson ordered, "then explain to these aliens, as forcefully as possible – even if that means introducing them to the business end of a particle cannon – the consequences of attacking us. But please try to limit any orbital bombardments."

"Understood," Exedore acknowledged.

"Moving on it is clear that this attack shows just how vulnerable the Stargate is at Fort Minotaur," Anderson said. "General Markwell has there been any progress in finding a more suitable and secure home for the gate?"

"We have identified two possible locations," Markwell replied, "one is in the Swiss alps, it's an old salt mine that was decommissioned years before the outbreak of the Global Civil War. A private company bought it a year or two before the Rain planning to convert it into a data centre. But the work never began and the company that owned the mine was wiped out in the Rain."

"That sounds like an interesting possibility," Anderson asked. "And the other?"

"Another mine, this one on the island of Svalbard. It's been abandoned for decades, and the island is currently uninhabited and has been since the Global Civil War – well unless you count the polar bears."

"That's also an interesting possibility especially as the harsh arctic conditions of Svalbard would be another layer of defence against any aggressor that came through the gate," Anderson commented. Not to mention some of the wildlife like the polar bears, he thought knowing that the ice bears were an extremely dangerous predator who had killed human beings in the past. "What are your current plans general?"

"We will be sending teams to do more in depth surveys of the two locations," Markwell answered. "We'll do the Swiss site first since it's currently winter on Svalbard and the island is inaccessible due to both blizzards and the sea around it being frozen. Assessing the Svalbard site further will have to wait until after the spring thaw."

"Keep us appraised general."

"Yes sir."

"Now is there any more business related to the Stargate?" Anderson asked, when nobody responded he decided to move this meeting onwards. "Very well then. Let's move onto the next items on today's agenda. The Asgard cruiser that arrived this morning. Exedore, I believe you have some more information on the Asgard to share with us?"

Exedore nodded and began outlining everything he had been able to discover in the Zentraedi records about the diminutive – to the point that they gave the term micronian a whole new meaning as Asgard were small even by humanoid standards – but powerful grey-skinned creatures. Creatures who even the Zentraedi's creators the Robotech Masters treated with a healthy amount of respect.

Hades Palace

Elysium

Goa'uld Empire

One Hour Later

Zackary glared quietly at the stone walls of the cell that the aliens had left him in. While he had been unable to fight back, they had removed his armour and the bodysuit worn underneath it, replacing it with a simple pair of white cotton trousers and a simple cotton top. Then they'd left him here.

"At least I can stand up again now," he muttered to himself, while he still felt somewhat weak at least his legs could now support him and finally seemed to respond to commands from his brain again. Which meant he had at least been able to get up off the floor and make his way onto an uncomfortable wooden cot – which barely supported his weight – and look around at the cell.

It wasn't much to look at, little more than a six foot by three foot rectangular box made up of stone on three sides. The entrance being blocked by a shimmering wall of energy that he wasn't sure he really wanted to touch; he had seen enough science fiction over the years to know a force field was not something that you really wanted to touch if you could avoid it. Well unless you knew precisely what would happen if you did as you could get anything from a slight if painful zap to the field burning your skin off. Aside from the cot the only thing in the room was a simple stone squat toilet.

The clank, clank, clank, clank sound of the armoured alien boots approaching caught his attention and he looked up in time to see the force field over the entrance vanish with an electrostatic snap. Two alien guards – all of whom appeared to be humans in that odd chainmail armour, all were wearing metal skull caps and had a black tattoo on their foreheads. A tattoo in the shape of a bident with a circle between the two prongs, which he vaguely remembered from school as being one of the Greek symbols for Hades. A third alien – in the same armour only his tattoo was gold and very pronounced, in fact it looked like it was actually made from gold that had been imbedded in his flesh – stood outside.

"Come with us," the third alien said firmly. Deciding not to do anything voluntarily for these guys, whoever they were, he just sat there and glared at them. The alien just raised an eyebrow at him. "Your defiance is admirable but futile," he said after a moment, "Jaffa kree nai shar."

In response to the command the other two aliens went to either side of him and manhandled him upright. Zackary glared and as he had done back on Earth he attempted to fight against the two aliens but it was pointless as they didn't seem at all bothered by his efforts. Instead they began frog marching him out of the cell into the corridor beyond – a corridor lit with flaming torches of all things. The alien with the gold symbol on his head smiled slightly, then turned and began leading them all away.

"Where are you taking me," Zackary demanded to know as he continued to futilely struggle against the aliens vice-like grip.

"Lord Hades wishes to see you," the alien answered as they continued. "You would be wise to cease resisting human it is futile."

"Never."

"Suit yourself," the alien replied with a shrug as he led them out of the dungeon levels and into the marble-halls of the palace above. For what seemed like an age they frog marched Zackary down the corridors of this place – corridors that frankly all looked the same from his current perspective meaning he quickly became hopelessly confused as to where exactly they were – before coming to a set of elaborate wooden doors that looked honestly like something you would see in an old European cathedral.

The alien pushed the doors open and led the way inside.

"The prisoner my lord," the alien said as he stood aside so Zackary could see Hades sitting on a Greek style throne on a dais at the other end of the large columned room. He had gotten changed out of the golden armour that he had been wearing earlier and was now in fine looking brown and white silks inlaid with gold though he still had that metal device over his one hand. In front of the dais on which Hades sat he could see two tables – when long like a cot – while the other was small.

But what really caught his attention was what was on the table. There was a metal and glass tank of some kind filled with bubbling water and in it was something out of a nightmare. A serpentine creature of some kind and just the sight of it was enough to send a shiver of fear down Zackary's spine. He did not know what that thing was but there was something in him that said that this thing was something truly evil.

"Very good Tor'et, bring him," Hades ordered standing up from his throne and stepping down from the dais.

Zackary glared at Hades even as he once more tried to break free of the two aliens holding him – what had Hades and this Tor'et called them Jaffa? – only to fail as they marched/dragged him across the room to the larger of the two tables. His defiance seemed to amuse Hades who chuckled at the sight, even as he sized up his prisoner. The young human was in excellent shape, the clothing he had had provided for him perfectly accentuating the human's impressively muscular build.

"You do have spirit," Hades commented, "good, good. My fleet lord likes having strong willed hosts, you are far more interesting and rewarding to break than the weak gibbering fools that normally face us."

Wait hosts, Zackary thought before his eyes widened in horror as he suddenly understood. These aliens – or at least Hades – weren't aliens at all at least the part of them that he could see wasn't alien. They were instead a host – likely a human – for a snake-like creature like the thing in the tank. A thing that they clearly wanted to put in him. Like hell, he thought and began struggling even harder, with increasing adrenaline fuelled strength.

It did no good.

"Impressive but futile. And I tire of it," Hades said sounding both amused and irritated before he raised and activated his kara'kesh again, this time on the lower end of the setting to induce voluntarily neural paralysis in humans – at least those who weren't blended with a symbiote. Immediately Zackary felt the strength leave his limbs again and he went somewhat limp in the arms of the two Jaffa holding him. "Prepare him then place him on the table."

"Yes, my lord," one of the two Jaffa answered. Immobilised by the effect of the aliens hand device Zackary could do nothing to resist or escape as the one alien released him, before carefully taking off the cotton shirt he was wearing, then he grabbed him again and the two lifted him onto the table. Placing him face down. "He is ready my lord."

"So, I see," Hades replied even as he rolled up the sleeve on his kara'kesh free hand. Calmly he reached into the tank that for nearly a month now had held his loyal fleet lord whose host had been fatally injured in battle with the forces of that worm Heru'ur. He just hadn't had a suitable new host available for him until now as he wasn't about to give Charon one of his lotaur now was he. Plus, they would be too sycophantic as hosts for Charon's liking, as he had said to the human Charon liked having strong willed hosts to break. Calmly he picked up Charon and carried him over to the human, letting the symbiote inspect him for a few moments before the other Goa'uld looked up at him and emitted a pleased hiss.

Smiling, he always liked this bit, Hades walked back a bit and placed Charon on the small of the humans broad back. Then he stood back to watch as the other Goa'uld slowly began to slither up the valley formed by the human's spine towards his neck.

The moment he felt the alien touch his skin Zackary felt terror course through him like cold electricity. It only grew worse as he could feel it slithering slowly, seemingly deliberately slowly as if it could sense and enjoyed his fear, up his back until it came to a stop right at the top of his shoulder blades. He felt the alien rear back and heard it emit a hissing sound that sounded downright gleeful…

…then pain exploded at the back of his neck as the alien pierced his skin. He couldn't help but scream in a mixture of pain and horror as he felt it slither underneath his skin, then begin passing through the muscles of his neck before starting to wrap itself around his spine. Another scream was drawn from his lips as a sharp pain suddenly came at the base of his skull…

…then he felt a new presence enter his mind. A presence that immediately began pushing him back divorcing him from his own body, a presence that stunk of cruelty and malice. Instinctively he tried to fight back, to push away the intruding presence and for a moment he felt surprise from the creature then amusement.

"Lord Hades is right you are strong willed Zackary Reed," a distorted alien voice, Charon, said seemingly inside his head. "But you are no match for me. You are simply a human whereas I am a god. Your body is mine now and I will enjoy teaching you respect."

"Never I'll never respect you parasite. And don't give me that god crap as I can already tell your no god," Zackary mentally yelled back even as he felt Charon resume his assault, he felt walls form around him pushing him right back into the deepest, remotest part of his own mind and filling the resultant void with itself. The terrifying thing was he could still see and hear everything that happened around him, but he couldn't feel, and couldn't control, his body at all.

"Brave words I have heard them before from many hosts across the eons. I broke them and I will break you as well," Charon answered sounding amused, before summarily dismissing him and sitting up and throwing his new legs off the edge of the table. He took a few moments to fully familiarise himself with this new body, testing its impressive musculature. Musculature that he knew had been improved through genetic upgrades by Zackary's race – Terrans as they called themselves – making his host even stronger than his two hundred and five pound frame would indicate though still leagues behind the strength level of a Jaffa let alone a Goa'uld.

"Well Charon," Hades asked.

"This body is acceptable Hades," Charon replied as he turned to look at his lord, master and honestly friend as he and Hades had worked together for countless millennia and had come to trust and respect one another. As much as two Goa'uld could anyway. "Though really Hades was it necessary to leave me floating in that tank for a month? Do you know how mind numbing that tedium is?"

"I apologise but I didn't have a suitable host for you until now."

"Indeed," Charon replied examining the well-muscled arms of his new host. Zackary was in excellent physical shape; indeed, he was fitter than any other host he'd had. "This body more than makes up for the delay my friend."

"I figured you would approve," Hades replied with a smile before clapping his hands prompting a human slave to appear from behind one of the pillars. "Escort Lord Charon to his chambers, see to it that he gets the appropriate clothing and a new kara'kesh. Charon once your changed come to the war room we have much to discuss and much about the war that I need to bring you up to speed on."

"As you wish Hades," Charon answered with a slight bow before turning and following the human slave out of the room. Hades watched him leave then clapped his hands again prompting more human slaves to appear. "Clean this up," he ordered pointing at the two tables.

"Yes, my lord," the highest ranking to the slaves acknowledged before they set to work.

"Tor'et come with me," Hades ordered.

"Yes my lord," Tor'et acknowledged with a bow before falling in behind Hades as the Goa'uld System Lord began walking the familiar route to the war room. Now that Lord Charon had a new host, and thus would be able to resume his position as Lord Hades Fleet Lord, they had much work to do and many plans to make.

Plans that though they did not yet know it would never be realized.

Authors Note: Well another chapter bites the metaphorical dust I hope you all enjoyed it. Hopefully the next chapter will not be long in coming but we will have to see as I do have a few things to do in the next few weeks that might slow me down when it comes to writing. Not to mention that I do have partial chapters done for other fics that I want to complete first. Until next time.