>>3148799
>A jaffa who dared to dream of freedom from the rule of false gods.

Kree

>>3148799
>a strange goa'uld

>>3148799
>A strange goa’uld, forced into a new host after extreme torture destroyed your previous one.

>>3148799
If we choose to play a real or sort of tok’ra, do we get to play both host and symbiote or just the slug?

>>3148827
Both host and symbiote.

>>3148799
>>A strange goa’uld, forced into a new host after extreme torture destroyed your previous one.

>>3148799
>>A tau’ri explorer, almost totally ignorant of the galactic situation and part of an initiative to explore the stargate network.

>A strange Goa’uld, forced into a new host after extreme torture destroyed your previous one.

Your previous host was torn apart by your captors, so badly injured during your torture that not even a sarcophagus could properly revive them. The pain was immense, the worst you had ever felt in your life, every nerve connected to your blended mind alight with agonizing fire. Rods of anguish, devilishly sharp knives, and all other manner of foul instrument were used upon you. Your screams, and those of many others, filled the vast halls of the prison like the howls of cursed spirits. No force of will could shield from the horror, an unending stream of suffering that lasted for days - A mercifully short period, as their intention had been to torture you for years if not decades.

When your host finally began to fail, its human form no longer able to be sustained by your regenerative powers or even the technology of the sarcophagus, you were certain you would die. It seemed inevitable, unstoppable, that your end had finally come.

It was not to happen however, an attack on the complex giving you a brief chance to escape into a new host. How did you manage it?

>You were quickly thrown into a room with many other ‘corpses’ by jaffa as they ran off to fight intruders, and were approached by a Tau’ri soldier in the room that was also thought slain. They came too close to your former host, trying to check their vitals, and you were able to enter their body with a final burst of energy.

>The jaffa left you on the torturing table, their attention drawn away by the intruders assaulting the facility. A passing slave entered the chamber, searching for a weapon, and tripped and fell atop your old host - You seized the chance to escape, barely making it to them.

>Write-in.

>>3148876
>the jaffa left you on the table

>>3148876
>>You were quickly thrown into a room with many other ‘corpses’ by jaffa as they ran off to fight intruders, and were approached by a Tau’ri soldier in the room that was also thought slain. They came too close to your former host, trying to check their vitals, and you were able to enter their body with a final burst of energy.

Question to other players
Are we Tok'ra or just random Goa'uld?
I rather have them us be a rouge

>>3148876
>>You were quickly thrown into a room with many other ‘corpses’ by jaffa as they ran off to fight intruders, and were approached by a Tau’ri soldier in the room that was also thought slain. They came too close to your former host, trying to check their vitals, and you were able to enter their body with a final burst of energy.

Let'd get tactical

>You were quickly thrown into a room with many other ‘corpses’ by jaffa as they ran off to fight intruders, and were approached by a Tau’ri soldier in the room that was also thought slain. They came too close to your former host, trying to check their vitals, and you were able to enter their body with a final burst of energy.

>>3148884
lets be a rouge goauld and try to steal earth tech and rule the galaxy

The staccato cracks of rapid firing primitive projectile weapons and the slower pulsing zaps of staff weapons can be heard echoing through the hallways of the prison, their faint sounds reaching the corpse filled chamber you reside in. The fighting is growing closer.

Entering the tau’ri with your last burst of energy, darting into their open mouth, you manage to secure a small hope of survival for the both of you. The new tau’ri host is badly injured, having suffered a staff weapon blast to their right side and several shrapnel wounds, and their drab green uniform is torn badly and soaked with blood. You aren’t in much better condition, still in shock from the torture you only just now escaped from.

Recoiling back in momentary horror, your entry anything but subtle, your host struggles against you. Their panicked mind races, trying desperately to draw up defenses against your takeover of their nervous system…

>Calm them! You are not like the other goa’uld, this action will save you both!
>Try to take full control! This tau’ri will be your new unquestioning host!
>Allow them to stay in control, and recover your strength in silence.
>Write-in.

Also, is this tau’ri male or female?
>Male
>Female

>>3148884
I’m intrigued by possibility to play as a rogue goa’uld, perhaps a minor offspring of a minor lord, forgotten enough to not gain a domain, more interested in exploring the galaxy than herding monkeys.

Building relationship with the host could also be interesting, if we don’t end up just enslaving him. But I’d rather have a willing host. With shared interest of wrecking whoever got us into this shit.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3148906
>calm them

>>3148916
And
>male

>>3148906
>Try to take full control! This tau’ri will be your new unquestioning host!
>Male

>>3148906
>>Calm them

>>3148906
>female
>Calm them ! this will save you both

>>3148906
>Try to take full control for now.
Trying to calm them would be too much of a hassle in this situation.
Let them regain their control and explain it to them in a safe environment.
>female
>hopefully a scientist sent along for the mission, not a soldier

>>3148906
>take control
>Male

>>3148906
>Calm them! You are not like the other goa’uld, this action will save you both!

>>Female

Calming wins, but male/female is evenly split. Consensus is needed.

>>3149014
>>Female

>>3149037
Going with that then.

The female tau’ri is panicking, her heart racing faster and breathing labored as she attempts to scream - If this continues the blood loss from her shrapnel wounds will be too swift to halt and you will both perish! Even now she is close to death, staunching the flow of vital blood difficult, and this is only making it harder. The feeling of pulsing pain from her wounds is minor compared to the torture you endured, but it still floods through your shared mind. It is difficult to think, difficult to calm her, but you must try.

‘Calm yourself, tau’ri, I am not as the other goa’uld. I must heal you, for both our sakes.’

She continues to struggle for a moment, gagging, choking out cries for help… But a few heart beats later she listens. Tries to relax slowly, though not very successfully - You force her heart rate to slow, a crude technique but necessary currently. She slumps against a nearby wall, between the bodies of two slaves, and tries to stay still. Her thoughts are still racing, hard to pin down or examine, and in her current state she struggles to communicate with you mentally. The world is clear through her senses now, sharper than you remember your previous hosts to have been. The stench of death in the room is awful, the distinct iron taste of blood in her mouth unpleasant.

‘You must lie still, the bleeding will be stopped quickly. We share a common enemy.’

She nods to herself in a manner you find strange, unable to bring up coherent speech in her thoughts while maintaining her strong mental defenses, but she does allow you to begin your healing work.

A small explosion and the screaming of wounded men can be heard coming down the hallways, Jaffa by the sound of the staff weapon fire that starts up quickly afterward. The clattering cracks of projectile weapons continue to grow closer, occasionally sounding almost like the aggressive tearing of cloth by some angry god of lightning - More a single saw like noise than a rapid string of bangs.

An LSAT. No, two of them or it wouldn’t sound like that. There must be two teams coming.

Memories from your host begin to filter into your shared mind, allowed past her mental block. She tries to be careful, but more slips through. She is called…

>Choose a name.

She is…

>Leader of her SG team.
>Just a soldier on her team, a medic.
>Her team’s scientist.
>Her team’s anthropologist.
>Other?

>>3149098
>>3149107
>Choose a name.
She's called Double Post
>Her team’s scientist.

>>3149107

>Sophie Lovelace

>her team scientist

>>3149117
I’m assuming SGC, but I guess we could try for a russian name, but Russians would likely keep us under lock and try to extract our ancestral knowledge out of us, probably with a lot of pain for both us and the host.
Or an European or other Asian name if OP wants to take liberties with the setting.
And i suppose Area 51 is not entirely off the table either?

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>>3149129
It is SGC. Names can be almost anything that isn't clearly a joke, the US has a lot of people in it. A few small things like equipment are tweaked because the 'starting' date of it all is pushed up to 2018/19 but otherwise most things are as you'd expect them to be.

>>3149117
seconding this, im terrible with names

>>3149117
+1

lovelace sounds awesome

This new tau’ri host is called Sophie Lovelace, a scientist among her people and part of some sort of warrior group - You can get little else with her current attempts to prevent further melding, and don’t push the issue for now. Sophie is calming down as much as she can manage, getting a better read on the situation as she strains to hear the battle outside the room, and your work to stop the bleeding and begin healing the staff weapon wound are becoming easier. Even now you’re reducing the pain you both feel, in preparation to be able to move if the need arises.

The battle outside sounds just as if it is around only a corner or two, and growing more intense. Even through the thick metal door of this chamber you can clearly hear bursts of gun and staff fire exchanged in tight corridors - No longer distant echoes, but seeming to have stalled. The shouting outside the door, and the sound of clanking metal armor, grows louder as what you assume are more jaffa arrive to the battle. A lot more it seems, as the clanking and shouting continues to grow in volume along with the frequency of staff blasts increasing. Slowly it moves on, away from the door and back down the direction the fighting originally came in from. Are the tau’ri retreating? The room shakes a two small explosions rock the corridor outside again. You know those were grenades, gleaning the info from Sophie as the thought leaks through.

Sophie, managing a clear thought in coherent speech for the first time, speaks to you in her mind. You don’t hear her voice so much as feel it, her words almost a part of your own thoughts. It isn’t as natural as with your previous host, not yet anyways, the blending stalling and incomplete - She is holding it up. Mental barriers falls as she begins thinking at you, her natural will strong but clumsy and untrained, and you meld a bit more.

“We have to help them, whatever the hell you are.”

A good point actually, what is your name?

>Shanosh
>Jerasis
>Beshkit
>Write-in.

How do you respond?

>’Your body cannot sustain the stress of movement safely. The damage is extensive.’
>’This will be very unpleasant, tau’ri. Brace yourself.’ + Try to stand.
>’Relax your mind, if we work as one this will be easier.’
>Write-in.

>>3149264
>Shanosh
>’Relax your mind, if we work as one this will be easier.’

>>3149264
>very well, let’s try to move. Relax your mind if you want it to be easier.

I like jerasis but anything goes

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>>3149264
The goa'uld population is stagnating because there are enough system lords striving for power already, and some were simply deigned to be devoured alive
we had been very young when we managed to take over a host by arbitrary luck, we completely took him over and took his name at that time
Therefore nothing comes up when she would prod into our memory.

Our goal is to put our mother to rest whose genetic memory we have, free her of these pains where she knows her young are just designated to be a meal.
(unless op already has a small backstory thought up)


>’Relax your mind, if we work as one this will be easier.’

‘I am known as Shanosh. Relax your mind, if we work as one this will be easier.’

“That just isn’t going to happen, I know what your species does to its hosts.”

‘It must happen if we are to survive, I am not like the other goa'uld. I cannot heal you if you do not fully allow me to.’

“...You’re just too injured to take me over, aren’t you?”

Keeping her thinking with you is working, the mental barriers breaking down steadily now, but it seems to be going both ways. You must be even more damaged than you first thought if a simple human can sense your weakness, especially one this close to death.

‘It was not my intention to do so.’

“But you are too weak, aren’t you? I can feel it, you’re barely able to stay conscious.”

The battle, sounding as if it is still growing more distant, flares in intensity momentarily. A series of five explosions in rapid succession, smaller than the ones from before. The loud report of a staff cannon responds a few moments later, the room shaking despite the impact being some distance away. Debris and dust fall from the carved stone ceiling, a few larger chunks smashing into other bodies in the room. The sound is awful, a wet crushing thud, the snapping of bones audible.

‘Are you blind to the urgency of the situation? We must work toget-’

You don’t have time to even finish the thought, her consciousness slamming into yours as her mental barriers are lowered. Melding is normally not this difficult, or so jarring, but normally you aren’t half shocked to death before hand. You can edit the pain from you shared consciousness now, reducing the searing red of it to a simple dull ache - movement will still cause physical injury for a time, but you can sustain this state for… minutes, perhaps. Together you flex your fingers, looking at your hands in half disbelief, followed by stretching your arms out and examining them as well.

The shrapnel wound on your left arm has already stopped bleeding, though it will take far longer to fully heal, and you tentatively lean against the wall and try to raise yourself up using it. You manage it, staggering up. The room shakes again, more staff cannon fire, a bit of debris falling again. Five more explosions answer it.

Moving along the wall, using it for support, you hobble to the door control rune and turn it. The hieroglyph spins and the doors open - Thankfully few people lock rooms filled only with corpses.

The hallways outside is a mess, blast scorches and projectile craters covering much of it, and several jaffa corpses lay about the area and well as a sprawled out unmoving soldier from SG4. Sophie recognizes him as Lieutenant Cooke. The prison hallways seem to be of normal goa’uld construction, all sharp angles and yellow orange hues with splashes of grey stone and metal - It runs to both your left and right, wide enough for five warriors to stand side by side as they march down it. Supports pillars for the hallway form concealing cubbies along its length, giving spots to hide for cover in a battle.

You need a weapon before anything else, both of you agree on that subconsciously.

>Grab a staff weapon from the dead jaffa.
>Grab a zat’nik’tel from the dead jaffa.
>Check Lieutenant Cooke’s vitals, and take his radio and P90.
>’We must go to the torture chamber, there was a healing device there.’
>Write-in.

>>3149804
>>Grab a zat’nik’tel from the dead jaffa.

>>3149804
>Grab a zat’nik’tel from the dead jaffa.
>Check Lieutenant Cooke’s vitals, and take his radio and P90.
>’We must go to the torture chamber, there was a healing device there.’
a what's it called... hara kesh?

>>3149804
>>Check Lieutenant Cooke’s vitals, and take his radio and P90.

>>3149832
The 'healing device' is the stone thing they use a lot but doesn't ever get a proper goa'uld name if I recall correctly. The hara'kesh in the tiny assassin weapon Ashrak hide in their mouth.

>>3149804
>>Check Lieutenant Cooke’s vitals, and take his radio and P90.
It'll look suspicious if she's carrying a weapon she shouldn't know how to use.

>>3149897
>>3149847
>>3149832
So vitals check, radio, and P90 are definitely happening.

Yes or no for the zat?

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Crouching down slowly and braced against a support pillar you lower to Cooke’s side. He’s torn up badly, blood from a nasty gash on his forehead covering most of his face in half dried red and black, and the smell of burnt flesh repugnant to your senses as you get closer - Two staff weapon blasts, one to the upper abdomen and another to his lower left leg searing almost through the bone. Checking his vitals quickly you find that he has no pulse, a revelation which saddens but doesn’t surprise either half of your dual consciousness after seeing the wounds. If you can get healed somehow and carry his body to it the sarcophagus could revive him, healing his wounds but taking valuable time. The fact that you owed him money from a poker game briefly flickers through your mind, as well as thoughts of his family back on ea- The thought is cut off as Sophie jealously guards it from you. Melded or not some secrets will remain for a time.

You put the thought aside, focusing on survival, and take the radio from a pouch on his black plate carrier - It’s intact, and you place it in a pocket on your blood soaked uniform. His P90 also looks to be in good condition, fully loaded or very close to it you see upon checking the transparent helical magazine, and you snatch it up. Following a drill Sophie was taught you physically check its function, ensuring no hidden damage or heat warping has occured from the staff weapon blasts, and find that it is as functional as it appears. The reflex sight atop it is clear and intact, and the gun handles and balances well even injured as you are - A primitive but well made weapon.

Loud footfalls, unmistakably jaffa as the clanking of armor accompanies them, are coming down the left side of the hallway and they sound close to rounding the corner there. It sounds like a pair of them, running to the main fight further along. The battle is still raging down past the corner on the right side of the hallway, and there are certainly far more jaffa that way.

The Sophie half of you wishes to radio her allies, but you have no time currently.

>Take cover behind a pillar and get ready to ambush them.
>Play dead, they’ll pass.
>Fall back into the corpse room, unstable as it is you’ll still be fully hidden.
>JAFFA, KREE! (attempt a bluff)
>Write-in.

>>3150007
>>Write-in.
Toss grenade and attack. Our host should be able to identify and know how to use one.

>>3150007
>JAFFA, KREE! (attempt a bluff)

Do the glowy eye thing.

"These ones are finished! Find the others!"

>>3150007
>>Fall back into the corpse room, unstable as it is you’ll still be fully hidden.
We're right outside of it still, might as well use it.

>>3150020
Cooke's body is out of grenades other than smoke sadly. Sophie does know how to use grenades though, yes. Cooke's only other weapons are a holstered M17 handgun which would be a bit tricky to pull out with how his body is laying, and a combat knife.

>>3150045
Damn. Snag the smoke anyways.

>>3150053
>>3150039
>>3150032
>>3150020
Going to need some sort of agreement on actions.

>>3150053
I assume you want to grab the smoke and attack with the P90?

>>3150039
>>3150060
I'll switch to
>>3150032
this to speed things along

>>3150068
Alright, KREE coming up then.

I need a roll of 3d6, lower is better. Total needs to be equal to or lower than a 13.

Rolled 1, 3, 6 = 10 (3d6)

>>3150074

Rolled 6, 4, 2 = 12 (3d6)

>>3150074
Bo3?

>>3150078
A very solid success, nice. Will start writing in a few minutes.

Rolled 1, 4, 2 = 7 (3d6)

>>3150074

Thinking quickly you prepare a bluff, standing up and hooking a foot under the shaft of a nearby staff weapon - you lightly flip it onto Cooke’s body with your foot, making it look vaguely as if he had held it before falling in battle. Slumping against a wall you play the part of a wounded goa’uld, a role that comes easily given the circumstances, and wait a few moments for the Jaffa to round the corner of the hallway.

The pair of jaffa, each wielding staff weapons and wearing their iconic metal armor, begin to slow their run as they spot you. Staff weapons start to lower but you interrupt them with a commanding shout, your eyes flashing brightly to observers as they momentarily become flush with naquadah from your bloodstream.

“JAFFA, KREE!”, you yell, with the deep and unmistakable voice of a goa’uld.

The jaffa move a few steps closer with haste and the practiced step of warriors obeying an order, stopping only a few meters from you. You can clearly see the black tattooed serpent symbol of Apophis on their foreheads, and the pair look ready to receive further orders but a little taken aback by your current hosts ravaged form.

“I have been injured in battle with the tau’ri”, you lie through your teeth while giving Cooke’s body a slight disrespectful kick and motioning to your staff blast wound, “but our great lord wishes I rejoin the fighting soon and capture another host.”

“We serve withou-”, the more senior of the pair begins to say in a gravelly voice, his grey eyes meeting yours for a moment.

“Rin nok! I did not command you to speak. Go and join battle with the others.”, you chastise him, raising a hand as if to strike but then pointing down the hallway. He nods hurriedly, running of to join the combat, leaving you alone with the other jaffa who looks at you somewhat… fearfully? He must assume you are an Ashrak contracted to Apophis, or something equally absurd. The fool!

This is going very well all things considered.

>”Take me to a healing device, and bring the slain tau’ri to the sarcophagus. He will not escape our lord Apophis even in death.”
>As above but kill the Jaffa as soon as it is done, assuming it won’t attract immediate attention and battle.
>Stop a moment and gather some information. ”What is the battle situation elsewhere in the complex, Jaffa?”
>Stop a moment and gather some information. "Is the choppa'ai secure?"
>Write-in.

>>3150192
>As above but kill the Jaffa as soon as it is done, assuming it won’t attract immediate attention and battle.

>>3150192
>As above but kill the Jaffa as soon as it is done, assuming it won’t attract immediate attention and battle.

Nothing personnel, kid

>>3150192
>>As above but kill the Jaffa as soon as it is done, assuming it won’t attract immediate attention and battle.

>>3150192
>”Take me to a healing device, and bring the slain tau’ri to the sarcophagus. He will not escape our lord Apophis even in death.”
Don’t think there’s need to immediately kill the Jaffa, but if we do, also dispose of the body with the zapper.

>>3150192
>>As above but kill the Jaffa as soon as it is done, assuming it won’t attract immediate attention and battle.

>>3150192
>>As above but kill the Jaffa as soon as it is done, assuming it won’t attract immediate attention and battle.

Can I get the cliff notes for what's going on setting-wise? I've seen the stargate movie, but none of this is ringing any bells.

>>3150284
Ancient aliens ordered the pyramids built, humanity eventually fought them off. We reopened the practically magic portals that can traverse the Galaxy and more, and have entered back into conflict with them and their slave races.

Some of the aliens are good though, the difference is a bit derivative sometimes.

>>3150284
Seems like we are a Tok'ra (like a Goa'uld but against forcefully taking hosts and enslaving people) who was captured and being tortured endlessly in a Goa'uld fortress. Evidently there was a Star Gate team (or at least a member) also captured and brought here for torturing.

It would appear that Star Gate Command has authorised a mission to assault this fortress, perhaps as a general raid, or to recure their members.

As OP mentioned, this is all taking place around 2018 rather than the 80s (?) that the movie originally began in

>>3150284
Most of the fluff will be coming from the show.

Goa’uld is the alien symbiote that takes over people and improves their physical and regenerative abilities. They like to pose as gods to control regular folk.

Zat thingy is a weapon that fires energy bolts that can stun people and disintegrate solid objects upon repeated exposure

Jaffa is a mutated human that serves as living incubator for young goauld and as military forces, usually zealously devoted to their masters.

>>3150260
>>3150224
>>3150200
>>3150284
I need two separate rolls of 3d6. DC 14 for the first, DC 16 for the second. Degree of success matters quite a bit on the second one.

>>3150277
He has a zat on him, I'll count using it to clean up as part of the action since it makes a lot of sense.

>>3150284
There are other aliens pretending to be gods (the goa'uld) besides Ra, and one named Apophis attacked earth through the stargate a year after Ra was killed. Stargate Command was formed to combat the new threat and explore the stargate network, which turned out to lead to a whole fuck of a lot more planets than just one. Your current blended host is Sophie Lovelace, a scientist from one of the 'SG' teams that explore the gate network.

The goa'uld are (usually) evil parasite snake-things that live in and control unwilling hosts while making the body far stronger in the process, and the Jaffa are basically human slave-warrior incubators for their young that have enhanced abilities granted by baby goa'uld that live in their stomach.

You're currently a distinctly less evil goa'uld, maybe a Tok'ra (secretive goa'uld rebels that aren't cunts and have mutualistic relationships with their host) or otherwise rogue goa'uld, and an enemy of Apophis. The exact reason you're his enemy isn't established yet.

The goa'uld that pretend to be gods are known as system lords, they enslave primitive human worlds across the galaxy that were seeded many thousands of years ago with human populations, and are part of the feudal goa'uld empire which is currently in a big power struggle after Ra died.

Watch Stargate: SG-1 if you want more details, or flick through the wiki a bit. Its a fantastic show. I'm willing to explain things as they come up if needed.

>>3150295
The events of the movie happened in 1995 in the original continuity, but 2018 in this one. They're more or less the same events though, just with updated human tech and some names moved around.

Rolled 2, 1, 3 = 6 (3d6)

>>3150329
rollin
why roll under, out of curiosity?

Rolled 4, 5, 2 = 11 (3d6)

>>3150329

>>3150293
>>3150295
>>3150325
>>3150329
cool, thanks. Things makes a lot more sense now.

>>3150332
I'm using what is more or less GURPS for the system, just streamlined a bit for narrative reasons and to better fit quest play. It is roll under (arbitrary choice by some dude in the 80's), so here we are.

>>3150332
>>3150337
6, a damn fine success for healing yourself with the device, and a pretty good 11 for shooting the jaffa. He's getting some surprise P90 related perforations.

Rolled 4, 5, 5 = 14 (3d6)

>>3150329

Rolled 5, 3, 4 = 12 (3d6)

>>3150329

>>3150352
A Stargate Quest, oh boy. Time To rewatch the show !

You continue the ruse, commanding the remaining jaffa with your goa’uld voice, ”Take me to a healing device, and bring the slain tau’ri to the sarcophagus. He will not escape our lord Apophis even in death.”

The warrior thumps a clenched fist against his armored chest, arm crossing it in a traditional jaffa salute.

“It will be done at once.”, he replies quickly, his voice steady and disciplined despite the fear you see in his eyes.

Picking up Cooke’s burnt and lifeless body is a simple task for him, the jaffa’s enhanced strength and well trained muscle easily up to the task, and he leads you down the heavily engraved and ornate hallways of the complex. Soon you arrive at your destination, one you recognize all too well - the torturing chambers.

The torture chambers, reeking of death and stained with blood and worse, are horrible to be in even without their normal cruel workers present. The healing device you seek, a palm sized stone, is near the table you were tormented on just a few minutes ago. Two chambers away the massive healing sarcophagus resides, its decorative tan and gold stone bulk concealing the true complexity and power of the machine, and Cooke is placed in it by the jaffa. It will revive him, and quickly, but first you must tend to yourself. You order the jaffa to stand guard, and ensure no tau’ri approach.

Use of the healing device is simple for you as a goa’uld, and you work quickly - it hums and emits waves of light you pass over your host’s injuries. The shrapnel wounds knit themselves back together before your eyes, and the staff weapon burn slowly vanishes under the regenerative assault of the stone. The blood Sophie lost will need to recover over time, but you can speed that along a great deal so long as you eat something soon.

“That is... fascinating. Does it emit medical nanites of some kind?”

‘Nanites? I am unfamiliar with such a technology.’

“They're very small machines capable of working at a cellular level to repair injuries.”

‘I know of similar machines. This device does not use them.”

Your Sophie half seems to accept the answer for now, but you can feel her scientific curiosity pushing at your thoughts. There is no time for such discussion now though, the jaffa must be dealt with.

The armored warrior, still standing guard, crumples to the floor and dies terribly confused as you fire four armor piercing rounds from the P90 into his back roughly were his symbiote is located. The muzzle was almost contacting him directly, but he suspected nothing before the short burst began.

>>3150443
You put another round in his head as jaffa have a nasty tendency to survive horrible wounds when you least expect it, and then take the snake-like zat’nik’tel from his wrist and disintegrate his corpse with three shots from it. The slaying caused quite a racket, the report of the primitive weapon very loud, but the area appears to be clear. Waiting a moment you still hear no approaching jaffa or slaves, and move out of hiding.

It will be a little longer before the sarcophagus finishes its revival process.

>Radio the other SG teams, let them know you’re alive. [Sophie].
>Search for other goa’uld devices here, they are very useful. [Mutual].
>Try to exchange knowledge to learn more about these ‘SG teams’, much of your shared knowledge is still being blocked off until the moment it comes up. [Shanosh].
>Just wait and stay ready for trouble if it comes. [Mutual].
>Write-in.

>>3150446
>>Search for other goa’uld devices here, they are very useful. [Mutual].
Can we loot the healing device as well?

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>>3150455
Absolutely, it is easily portable. Sort of shit quality but pic related is what it looks like.

>>3150446
>Search for other goa’uld devices here, they are very useful. [Mutual].

>>3150446
>Search for other goa’uld devices here, they are very useful. [Mutual].

>>3150468
>>3150462
>>3150455
Go ahead and throw a 3d6 at me. DC 12, degrees matter as usual.

I will resume posting in 6-7 hours, I need to enter my sarcophagus to regenerate for awhile.

Rolled 6, 1, 1 = 8 (3d6)

>>3150480
rollin
thanks for running, looks interesting.

Rolled 2, 3, 3 = 8 (3d6)

>>3150480

>Radio the other SG teams, let them know you’re alive. [Sophie].

getting intel on where the other teams are might be important.

We could also explore to find nearby death glider bays, this could help the remaining SG teams on the planet. mabe steal a hatock and hyperspace ram a planet or something?

Rolled 1, 6, 4 = 11 (3d6)

>>3150480

>>3150504
>mabe steal a hatock and hyperspace ram a planet or something?
Why waste a perfectly useful ha'tak? Exiting a hyperspace window slows you down to the sub-light speed you entered at. It won't shatter a planet, and you might as well just use the on-board weapons to hit whatever you're targeting.

Rolled 4, 4, 5 = 13 (3d6)

>>3150480

>>3150446
As we search, we should still try to exchange knowledge to learn more about these ‘SG teams’,
Shanosh could point out to Sophie that they might more willing if they understood more about who she was trying to "radio".

Speaking of which, I'd like to take this moment to remind everyone that the Goa'uld and Jaffa would have defeated Earth a thousand times over, if they had ever invented walkie talkies.

>>3150446
I hate the 3 shot rule with the zat gun.

>>3150748
I always wondered, if you can have this pistol sized weapon which fires just as fast as a staff weapon yet as arguably more reliably deadly / incapacitating (you can reliably kill or capture without injury) with no loss of accuracy or other such factors, why don't they have some sort of "rifle" sized variant that just spews forth a torrent of fire?

>>3150748
you're not the only one
https://youtu.be/br-7sEAPhUk
QM, can you fix this?

>>3150789
>>3150797
There can be a fix for the staff weapons.... I will have to dig something up....

As for the zaps, I recall watching the show with commentary for the episodes and the one episode where they first introduce it was when the writers were like "well we wrote ourselves into this pit, how do we get rid of this body?" Then one writer was like, "I know likes make it so the zats disintegrate the body after 3 shots! Problem solved."

Wouldn't be as peeved if it weren't for a later episode with the energy fireflies and SG1 teaching the noob SG team they were mentoring, where electrical stuff keeps them away, so they zap Jack multiple times till he can get to the star gate, and he doesn't die or get disintegrated.

>>3150789
Pretty sure the point of the staff weapons is to be more loud and scary looking than a super effective weapon. It was described in-show as a "weapon of terror". That being said a disintegration gun does seem pretty terrifying, just not very loud etc

>>3150789
they explained it in the show as well when they gave the Jaffa weapons
the staff weapons are more for prestige and ambush, and the Goa'uld are all about making their subjects fear them.
On earth we really are about efficiency.

They are also parasitic by nature, almost all of their tech is stolen and just bastardized to work for them

>>3150801
>Wouldn't be as peeved if it weren't for a later episode with the energy fireflies and SG1 teaching the noob SG team they were mentoring, where electrical stuff keeps them away, so they zap Jack multiple times till he can get to the star gate, and he doesn't die or get disintegrated.
Presumably the effect wears off? I mean if it didn't, it'd be a really good thing to use as a penalty for crimes because even if the police can't prove you have committed multiple crimes / another crime, if they shot you with it again you'd die and they'd know you'd previously offended. Still a bullshit thing to be fair, although there is a fairly large amount of bullshit involved in Stargate.

>>3150805
>That being said a disintegration gun does seem pretty terrifying, just not very loud etc
True. Honestly I'm also curious why Zat's don't melt / disintegrate non-living material. I mean I know it's so they don't have to deal with that in-show (imagine having to change the set after every shot / have a explosive pad go off, would make reshoots a nightmare) but it seems weird that the weapon knows if the target is animate or inanimate.

>>3150826
>the staff weapons are more for prestige and ambush, and the Goa'uld are all about making their subjects fear them.
Yeah I know, I get that. My point is how is a staff weapon more terrifying than a weapon which can literally disintegrate a body? One of them is a gun that shoots fairly deadly orbs of heat, the other is a instant pacification-death-disintegration gun.

>They are also parasitic by nature, almost all of their tech is stolen and just bastardized to work for them
True but that doesn't mean they couldn't figure out how to put three firing assemblies of the things into the one weapon, cycle their activation and create a far faster firing version. It's not developing new tech, it's just copy-paste with a bit of thought.

>>3150828
>My point is how is a staff weapon more terrifying than a weapon which can literally disintegrate a body?

Because if you think they are gods then death is just death, it's a gods weapon.
But staff weapons hurt, something that you will have to live with.
It's worse for a medieval society to care for a cripple or be a cripple than simply be dead.
In war it's also easier to have your allies die than see them wounded on the battlefield and be in need of helping them out.

Death is only worse than injury if you're naive

>>3150831
I suppose but to be fair I'd argue that it is far more impressive to a uneducated man to see their strongest warriors literally disappear than seeing some corpses with extreme burns on them. Both are scary but one is even further beyond their frame of reference.

Also, I don't think you are going to survive the firepower of either of these weapons anywhere near frequently enough for cripples to be a concern. Especially whenever they wouldn't be cared for probably, as their entire society would be re-purposed to suit an alien master, meaning caring for the incapable becomes a low or non-existent priority.

>>3150748
>>3150797
They're a bit silly, yes. Might just knock that shit down to 'two shots kills' for the future, to avoid issues.

>>3150801
>>3150805
>>3150826
Staff weapons are portrayed inconsistently as well. In the earlier seasons they could (sometimes) blow massive holes in stone and concrete walls with a single shot and shoot through both sides of armored jaffa at close range, having an effect more akin to a small cannon than the generic blaster they are in later seasons. Bra'tac also fires one like a machinegun in one episode, but it seemed to be significantly less powerful while doing so - I have no idea if it would be lethal since it never came up again. Definitely still just terror weapons but not useless. Lack of sights and their unwieldy bulk is what really cripples them, low rate of fire and slow projectile speed is the next biggest issue.

https://youtu.be/qnY0ojxufec?t=185
The aforementioned bra'tac machinegun.

>>3150828
They actually destroy some metal crates with zats in '1969' complicating the issue even further.

>>3150789
>>3150841
Found it.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3631062/13/XSGCOM-Mirror-Image
Development of the "Staff-Rifle".
Worthwhile read.

>>3150828
In the episode jack is shot fairly frequently, while in others a single shot could knock someone out for hours or a day.

>>3150841
>>3150847
>>3150855
Honestly how about we just agree to not abuse them too much and in return we don't think too hard about the precise details of the jesus-guns?


Also, like hell I'm reading that fanfiction. If I read it I'll get my addiction back and lord knows I can't read another buffy-40K crossover.

>>3150857
>buffy-40K
Heresy!

Its a good crossover read imo, and its not degenerate as far as I can tell. Unless flirting with dr. fraser counts?

>>3150861
>Heresy!
It's based around the halloween episode to my understanding (having never watched the show, though I did watch the film after reading the fic) wherein anyone in a costume became that character. The cast dressed up as 40K inquisitors, Cult of mars and so on. Long story short, shit happens and then it crosses over again, this time with (rather appropriately) Stargate SG-1.

>>3150866
Yeah, I'll put that into the maybe I will read someday if I remember...

>>3150847
>Development of the "Staff-Rifle".
>>3150789 was asking about a Zat rifle.

>Worthwhile read.
Not with this little gem in the second paragraph:
>the Tollan have agreed to trade Stargate for Hyperdrive Technology
Uh, what? The Tollan already have hyperdrives. How else did they move their entire populace to a planet with no existing stargate in the first place? Narim only called the Nox for a lift because SGC didn't even have a Tel'tak at the time. Not to mention that the whole reason the Tollan weren't willing to give Earth any tech was because they gave tech to another 'primitive' species, only to end up losing their homeworld. They don't want to be burned again.

>>3150881
I think the tollan were agreeing to give sg1 the hyperdrives in exchange for a stargate....

And thats chapter 12, not chapter 1.

>>3150887
>I think the tollan were agreeing to give sg1 the hyperdrives in exchange for a stargate....
That makes even less sense. The Tollan know how to build a stargate and integrate it into the network, why would they ask Earth for one of their two gates? Also, that's still out of character for the Tollan.

Searching through this area of the complex is a simple if unpleasant task, the jaffa all having run off to join battle with the SG teams, but you still must be careful in these blood soaked chambers - It is not uncommon for traps to exist to deter thieves or escaping prisoners, and the guards could return at any moment. You don’t have much time until the sarcophagus finishes reviving Cooke, but you manage to scrounge up a few potentially useful devices in the meantime.

The healing device is still certainly the most useful item, but you’ve also found a rod of anguish, a handheld goa’uld maintenance tool, and a short range communicator. With them you find what remains of your equipment that was taken when your Sophie half was captured, along with your own P90 and sidearm. The tattered black plate carrier has seen better days, and smells of your own burnt flesh, but its attached pouches provide a good place to store all of these new items. You afix all the other various straps and pouches back on their normal locations, securing the drop holster and the M17 housed in it snugly on the right side of your leg, and put your helmet back on. None of your armor will stop a staff weapon blast, but dying from shrapnel or friendly fire would just be embarrassing.

You feel ready for action now, the weight of the plate carrier and helmet bothering you far less than they did before - Shanosh is already strengthening you, your healed limbs stronger than they’ve ever been before. As you finish adjusting the final bit of kit you hear the sarcophagus opening. Stone sliding across stone, an unmistakable noise.

Rushing into the room you find Cooke slowly exiting from the device, a bit dazed but already with gun in hand.

“...Lovelace?”, he asks half suspiciously, raising his handgun while rubbing at his eyes with his other hand to clear his vision. He hastily lowers the gun after getting a clearer look at you.

You nod, and move to help him get up and offer his P90 and radio back to him, “Come on Lieutenant, we need to rendezvous with the other teams. It sounds like a mess out there, Paul.”

He takes the gun and checks it with well practiced efficiency, “Right, lets go. You alright? Uniform looks like you got mauled by a damn angry blender.”

He looks at his own healed wounds a bit curiously as well, touching at them with his free hand gently, the burnt outlines and holes made by the blasts still clear on his uniform. The pair of you begin moving out of the chamber, checking the doorway careful to avoid running into a patrol.

“It was bit of a close call.”, you answer, choosing to wait a bit at least before you revealing your condition.

>>3150899
How do you proceed?

>Radio the other teams and fight to their position as you have little time to waste, you’ll take the jaffa force from behind and with surprise. [Sophie]
>Try to find a death glider bay, facilities like this usually have a one, you can both escape in one and support the others with it. [Shanosh]
>Attempt to confuse the jaffa forces using the goa’uld short range communicator, and release some prisoners to cause a bit of chaos and take some heat off the teams. [Mutual]
>Best to get it out of the way, tell Cooke what happened. [Sophie]
>Write-in.

>>3150897
Probably a change in minor change in cannon, I'll have to re-read. its been years since I last went through it.

>>3150900
>Attempt to confuse the jaffa forces using the goa’uld short range communicator, and release some prisoners to cause a bit of chaos and take some heat off the teams. [Mutual]

>>3150900
>>Try to find a death glider bay, facilities like this usually have a one, you can both escape in one and support the others with it. [Shanosh]

Time to get more what we want

>>3150900
>>Attempt to confuse the jaffa forces using the goa’uld short range communicator, and release some prisoners to cause a bit of chaos and take some heat off the teams. [Mutual]

>>3150900
>confuse the enemies (mutual)

>>3150900
>Attempt to confuse the jaffa forces using the goa’uld short range communicator, and release some prisoners to cause a bit of chaos and take some heat off the teams. [Mutual]

Moving through the prison complex you open doors as you go along, to the initial confusion of Cooke, and prisoners begins to stagger out as they’re realize they’re being freed. A few immediately begin securing weapons from fallen jaffa, some simply run, and still others return to their cell to hide. Cooke figures out your game quickly though, and is slightly amused but approving.

“Never took you for the sort of person that starts a prison riot, Lovelace.”, he chuckles, “Learn new things everyday I guess.”

“There’s no telling why Apophis captured these people, but they deserve a chance at freedom.”, you respond a bit more seriously, your recent torture dampening your humor with the situation.

“Absolutely. I’ll radio the other teams to warn them.”, he says, reaching to his to do so. The radio crackles slightly, the signal having trouble getting through whatever metal and stone the facility is made of, but you can hear the other SG teams communicating and the half caught sounds of battle. He waits a moment and then speaks, informing the others that you’re both alive, and receives orders to get to the stargate as soon as possible. You’ve got ten minutes before the teams pull back to earth completely, the rescue mission is going south fast and they have orders to leave.

It occurs to you briefly that neither of you have a GDO. You Shanosh half finds the device curious, but further investigation is cut off again - The iris code is kept from it still.

You continue traversing the facility, following the signs of battle to locate an exit, the sound of even more chaotic fighting filling the hallways, but before you go further with this plan you need to decide how to contact the jaffa with your goa’uld communicator.

>Have Cooke speak to them.
>Speak to them with your Sophie half.
>Reveal your situation to Cooke, then use your goa’uld voice.
>Write-in.

Also, just what exactly is Shanosh?

>A less dickish rogue goa’uld, enemy of Apophis.
>A true Tok’ra, but a bit of a loose cannon.
>Write-in.

And what is Shanosh most skilled at?

>Combat.
>Science.
>Spycraft.
>Other.

>>3150941
>let Sophie speak

>a rogue goa’uld, more interested in traversing the universe than politics or enslaving peoples, been imprisoned by Apophis because he believed we were a spy

>science

>>3150941
>>Write-in.
Use your goa'uld voice and then claim you're surprised that the device changed your voice like that

>Also, just what exactly is Shanosh?
>>Write-in.
I like to pose my previous write in >>3149337

>And what is Shanosh most skilled at?
>>Science.

>>3150953
>>3150956
supporting these options

>>3150961
they are contradicting each other in all but one option

>>3150956
Could you pose that idea little more clearly? I get the vague concept but its a little disjointed.

>>3150961
Need to pick one, they contradict other than with science.

>>3150963
yeah i forgot the second half of my sentence
supporting these options regarding shanosh

I'm going to lock in 'science' but wait a little longer for the other options.

>>3150941
>let sophie speak
to break the tie

>>3150984
Alright.

Combining the background ideas, they aren't actually terribly exclusive, and letting Sophie speak then. Making lunch currently, it'll be a bit to the next post

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>>3150966
Well, in either case you offered there is still a lot of backstory you as the QM has to fill, so originally I planned to let it be somewhat vague as well so you can still form whatever you need around it

In s05e15 Summit - the Tok'Ra (Jackob/Selmac) say that Goa'uld population being stagnant and they don't know why
In s05e16 Last Stand - Daniel who went undercover at the Goa'uld summit witnesses them to be eating their own larvae

While we don't know exactly how Goa'uld reproduction works
What we do can argue about queens is:
>They can actually choose what memories and intel they give their offspring
in s06e10 Cure the queen intentionally spawns only stupid babies, therefore we can also argue that...
>Queens can't really opt out of producing babies
otherwise she just wouldn't have, because she also opted for suicide first chance she got.

My suggestion is that they keep a disgraced Queen around who is in a similar situation, but she did bestow an immense hatred for the System Lords into her children should they somehow escape.
After getting out we sought to sabotage them by ourselves, and allying with the Tau'ri would be immensely favorable at the moment.

>>3150941
>Speak to them with your Sophie half.
>A less dickish rogue goa’uld, enemy of Apophis.
>Spycraft.

Okay, I need a roll of 3d6 for Sophie confusing the jaffa further with your communicator. DC 10.

Rolled 5, 2, 4 = 11 (3d6)

>>3151035
this is going to be easy
also are we taking bo3 ?

Rolled 1, 2, 3 = 6 (3d6)

>>3151035

>>3151037
It is not best of three.

Rolled 1, 2, 5 = 8 (3d6)

>>3151035

>>3151050
so is it first rollor average of x rolls or what ?

You signal Cooke to halt for a moment, the two of you taking up protected positions behind support pillars in a hallway. Other than some corpses the area is clear, annoyingly looking similar to most of the others in the facility - Goa’uld aren’t exactly imaginative when it comes to interior design.

“I found what I think is a communicator back in those chambers, Lieutenant.”, you explain, showing him the sleek almost organic looking purple and blue device.

From Cooke’s expression you can tell he understands your intentions immediately, needing no further explanation, “Running a bit of interference? I’ll keep you covered.”

You give him a smirk and set about the work, taking a few moments to check over some of the communication channels. It doesn’t sound like there are any ships in orbit, and a plan begins to form in your shared mind. Hopefully the facility’s internal security systems are in chaos right now and there are no orbital scanners or this may not work. Sophie speaks on the channel the jaffa commanders are using, with some guidance from Shanosh.

You do you best impression of a scared slave woman, accenting your voice perhaps a bit too much, “The prisoners are escaping! Jaffa of Cronus have entered on rings from the heavens!”

“What absurdity is this? Who gave you a communication device, woman?”, one of the commanders responds obviously furious.

Keeping the ruse going you carry on, “The guards have been slain, I was ordered to warn you! They’re coming!”

You pick up a staff weapon from a corpse on the hallway floor and fire it a few times, faking a scream over the device before cutting your signal off. The jaffa commander doesn’t seem to buy it, commanding the other leaders to switch their communicator channel and not listen to a traitorous lying slave. Shit.

Cooke shakes his head and shrugs slightly, giving you a ‘at least you tried’ sort of look.

“We’re on the clock here, Lovelace, let’s move it!”, he says, maneuvering out of cover and continuing down the hallway. He waves for you to follow, and you accompany him closely but spaced off to his left a few paces.

You’re getting closer to where the active battle is still ongoing, passing through a larger chamber filled with explosion craters and a destroyed staff cannon, and finally arriving at an exit from the facility. Peering around this final corner you spot four jaffa near the large triangular sliding double door of the exit, probably left guarding the door to ensure the prisoners can’t fully escape in this direction. You recognize one of them, the older jaffa you ordered to join the battle earlier. The door is half open, one side blown inward by what was probably C4.

>>3151201
You’re down to six and a half minutes, and the gate is about two minutes away if you sprint, just beyond a small stony ridge outside and a patch of forest. You can’t see much of the outside, the details of the battle unclear.

>Attack! Cooke takes the two on the left, you get the two on the right.
>Pull back, try to find another exit.
>Even more bluffing: Try to simply walk out with Cooke as a ‘prisoner’ held at staff weapon point.
>Pop smoke, suppress them, and try to run past in the confusion.
>Write-in.

>>3151203
>Even more bluffing: Try to simply walk out with Cooke as a ‘prisoner’ held at staff weapon point.

>>3151203
>>Attack! Cooke takes the two on the left, you get the two on the right.

There is no sensible reason to be escorting a prisoner outside into battle and we just fucked up trying to trick them. I think the safest option is to attack whilst we have the element of surprise

>>3151203
>>Attack! Cooke takes the two on the left, you get the two on the right.

>>3151201
Attack desu

>>3151074
Rolls are taken in order if multiple are asked for, otherwise it is just the first one made.

>>3151203
>>Pop smoke, suppress them, and try to run past in the confusion.

>>3151203
>>Attack! Cooke takes the two on the left, you get the two on the right.

>>3151212
Makes a good point. Plus bluffing would require rapidly explaining our situation to Cooke. I assume we gave him his P90 back?

>>3151227
He has his P90, yes. You recovered Sophie's/Your own near the torture chambers.

Rolled 5, 5, 1 = 11 (3d6)

>>3151227
>>3151220
>>3151217
>>3151212
I need two rolls of 3d6, preferably each from a separate player. Both are DC 12.

Rolled 6, 4, 2 = 12 (3d6)

>>3151258
this time i will surely roll well

Rolled 1, 6, 4 = 11 (3d6)

>>3151258

Rolled 4, 4, 3 = 11 (3d6)

>>3151258

Staying quiet you tell Cooke your plan with hand signals, which he agrees to. The two of you get ready, you crouch low and prepare to barely lean around the corner while Cooke will stand and peak out above you a bit further back - From the jaffa’s perspective they’ll just see half of some faces, the muzzle end of your P90s and bits of your arms.

You attack first, firing a short burst at the older jaffa on the right and catching him in the left leg with a round. Shooting isn’t really a strong suit of yours, most of the rounds impacting the metal wall behind him despite the short range. He begins clumsily dropping to a knee, yelling out in pain, but your second burst is already on its way to his ally. A bit better luck this time, a pair of rounds zipping through his neck and face - As dead as he can get. The older jaffa fires a blast from his staff, but it is badly off target and impacts well away from you scorching one of the walls.

Cooke makes his kills more cleanly, showing his skill as a special forces operator, taking out the two jaffa on the left with a single slightly longer string of fire - He walks it across their stomachs, and judging by their cries and immediate crumpling to the floor their symbiotes must have been struck. A very painful injury for a jaffa, and a sure death.

A few more bursts see the injured off without issue, and you advance to the exit while Cooke follows up behind watching the rear. You both reload as you assess the situation outside, seeing groups of jaffa running about between fallen stone pillars and boulders for cover further out - On the small ridge about a hundred and fifty meters away you can see the vague silhouettes and muzzle flashes of the other SG teams. The green tops of pine trees that poke up just barely behind the ridge make it hard to keep track of the soldiers, when they re-position it is easy to lose sight of them among all the other dark and green hues.

The cacophony of the battle is tremendous, smoke and fire from staff blasts and explosives obscures many areas of the combat. A large explosion rips a team of Jaffa apart, limbs and shattered bodies launched like shrapnel through the area, the work of a recoilless rifle HE round. The smell of gun smoke and ozone hangs thick in the air, sharp distinct scents. Transportation rings are bringing more jaffa and a staff cannon in near several intact pillars about forty meters away to the left - From a ship you missed perhaps? Another part of the facility?

You exchange a glance with Cooke, the two of you keeping to the cover of the opposite interior sides of the exit door, and discuss your options.

>>3151333
>Pop smoke, fight through the weaker right flank the long way around and make a run for the ridge. [Mutual]
>Pop smoke and radio the teams to try to clear a path down the center and cover you as you fight through - It would be a lot faster but you’re much more exposed. [Sophie]
>Try to just sneak out right and around to the ridge, they might not have noticed your fight in the confusion. A slow choice. [Shanosh].
>Write-in.

>>3151338
>pop smoke, fight through the weaker right flank the long way around

>>3151333
>Pop smoke, fight through the weaker right flank the long way around and make a run for the ridge. [Mutual]

I was thinking that maybe we should sneak right but it's made clear that time is pretty limited, more so with all of these reinforcements

>>3151338
>>Try to just sneak out right and around to the ridge, they might not have noticed your fight in the confusion. A slow choice. [Shanosh].
We've only got the one smoke.

I suggest we tell Cooke the truth of our condition before it comes out accidently.

>>3151338
>>Pop smoke, fight through the weaker right flank the long way around and make a run for the ridge. [Mutual]

>>3151333
Pop smoke, fight through weaker flank [mutual]

Rolled 1, 4, 6 = 11 (3d6)

>>3151370
>>3151366
>>3151356
>>3151354
Alright, I need three rolls of 3d6. DC is 12 for each.

Rolled 4, 4, 1 = 9 (3d6)

>>3151389
rollin

Rolled 3, 2, 1 = 6 (3d6)

>>3151389

Rolled 1, 4, 4 = 9 (3d6)

>>3151389

Rolled 3, 2, 5 = 10 (3d6)

>>3151404
Nice.
>>3151397
Very nice.
>>3151395
Overall quite good.

Since there’s no way in hell we are smuggling a symbiote past sgc medical checks...
>remind Sophie that she’s going to be considered a security hazard from now on. We’re sorry but at least we’re not dead (and neither is Cooke)
>offer sgc cooperation with using goa’uld tech and whatever scraps of intel we might have
>express desire for freedom as well as willingness to pitch in on Apophis’s downfall
>get ready to spend a goood amount of time in holding cell, try to not get handed away to Area 51 for vivisection (Although ooc they might be more willing than sgc to offer a comfortable prison in exchange for tech...)

>>3151425
Absolutely all of this

>>3151425
yes, but right now it's not our problem, first we need to leave the planet. QM will surely give us options
Let us be discovered, try to hide, and immediately tell them.
Where I opt for the last one.

>>3151455
I like this, nothing can possibly go wrong!

“Smoke for concealment and go around the right flank, bounding fire up to the ridge line?”, you suggest, holding close to the doorway.

Cooke nods, readying his final smoke grenade, “You’re getting a lot better at this, Lovelace.”

“Can’t say I’m enjoying it currently, Lieutenant.”, you respond, preparing yourself for the mad dash and gun battle.

Cooke observes the drift of the smoke already on the battlefield, getting a feel for the wind and eyeing up a target for the grenade, and throws it - He has a good arm, it lands more or less where he intended and begins to sputter out a thick billowing cloud of white smoke. You wait a few seconds, letting it build up a little, and then run out first toward a boulder off to the right.

Some jaffa in the battle have noticed the smoke and your movement as you dart toward the cover, but the obscuring cloud and your fast pace keep their staff blasts from hitting home - They’re almost firing blind into the smoke, and most are still engaging the SG teams on the ridge.

Cooke covers you as you run, suppressing the closest group of jaffa and killing one, right up until you get into cover. He then moves forward as you cover his advance, pinning jaffa with a few bursts as they rush in through the smoke cloud. You continue this dance of fire and maneuver, only slowing briefly to reload, felling three jaffa and pinning many more as you cut a path through the right flank. You’re running faster than you ever could have before, a mix of Shanosh’s power and adrenaline, feet kicking up bits of loose stone and dirt as you cross the patchy grass toward the ridge.

Cooke takes down several more enemies but has a close call as one that was prone leaps up from behind a fallen pillar and almost hits him with a staff blast at very close range - He manages to dodge and drop out of the line of fire of the staff, shooting upward from the ground into the warrior’s chest and riddling him with sparking hits as his armor fails to stop the bullets.

>>3151547
Soon enough you’ve both reached the ridge, clambering up its stoney surface, bits of gravel knocked down the slope as you struggle to move up it quickly. Staff blasts, and a hit from the staff cannon, impact around you throwing rocks at dangerous speed - You feel a strong thump against your helmet on the right side but press on. Sliding into cover on the other side of the ridge you’re greeted by Captain Wilkinson of SG3, his left cheek badly burned from what must have been a near miss by a jaffa. He’s reloading an LSAT currently.

“Glad to see you’re both in one piece!”, he shouts a bit too loudly, obviously having been on the firing line for a while now.

“Wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for Lovelace here, sir!”, Cooke responds equally loudly, slapping you on the shoulder, “She pulled my ass out of that hellhole somehow - How are we doing out here, Captain?”

Wilkinson checks the time quickly on his watch before responding, “We’ve got a little under six minutes to get back to the gate, we’re holding while the casualties are evacuated!”

“How many are we down, sir?”, you ask, trying to raise your voice to match theirs - It really is necessary, the din of the gunfire too much to speak even close to normally in.

“SG6 is out of action, got torn up going inside with SG4! I guess you’d know that though, wouldn’t you?”, the Captain yells, finishing reloading.

“How many KIA?”, Cooke shouts for clarification.

“Just two! Both of you get back to the gate, we’ll handle this.”, Wilkinson responds, shouldering his machinegun and moving a few yards over and then back up to the top of the ridge, letting off three long spaced bursts. A bit further away you can see one of the other SG3 members getting his recoilless rifle ready for another shot, probably looking to take out that staff cannon the rings brought it.

A pair of death gliders are visible in the blue of the daytime sky, descending like eagles with their dark forms clear against banks of white and grey clouds. Along the ridge several soldiers call out the new contacts, but there is little they can do about them for now.

>GET TO DA CHAPPA’AI [Shanosh]
>Insist on helping hold while the casualties are moved out. [Sophie]
>Look around and see if there’s a weapon somewhere to deal with those death gliders! [Mutual]
>Write-in.

>>3151554
>Look around and see if there’s a weapon somewhere to deal with those death gliders! [Mutual]

>>3151554
>>Look around and see if there’s a weapon somewhere to deal with those death gliders! [Mutual]
We can do it, and better that we build up good will before showing our nature.

>>3151554
>Look around and see if there’s a weapon somewhere to deal with those death gliders! [Mutual]

>>3151594
>>3151578
>>3151567
3d6, DC 11.

Rolled 6, 2, 3 = 11 (3d6)

>>3151610

Rolled 5, 5, 3 = 13 (3d6)

>>3151610

>>3151614
Well, that's the first issue dealt with.
Two more rolls of 3d6, DC 14.

Rolled 2, 5, 1 = 8 (3d6)

>>3151617

Rolled 4, 4, 5 = 13 (3d6)

>>3151617
rolling

>>3151622
>>3151626
Writing.

>>3151622
>>3151626
Nice work guys

Especially you >>3151622

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The two of you begin moving into the forest, getting some better concealment from the incoming attack craft, shouting as you do so.

“We have to do something about those gliders, Cooke!”, you call out, staggering as you almost trip over some roots jutting from the darker forest floor.

Reaching the relative protection of a large pine tree you stop, taking cover so that it is angled between you and the gliders. They’re making their first strafing run now, twin staff cannons firing inaccurately at the ridge and sending up plumes of smoke and shrapnel when they impact - The first pass seems to have done little thankfully.

“Any bright ideas?”, he asks, crouched lower to make himself a smaller target to the craft as they circle about over head for another attack - Brief glimpses of their crescent wings visible through the branches above you.

You look around, thinking for a moment, and remember the robotic mule your team brought through earlier - It was hit by a zat near here when the jaffa first ambushed your team, and had a MANPAD in a case on it.

“There’s a stinger just over there.”, you say, point to some brush a bit away from your current position.

Cooke squints at you, then the brush, simply saying “...I like where this is going.”

“It was on our mule, unless they dragged it off it should still be there.”, you explain hurriedly, moving toward the area, pushing through some bushes that are in the way.

Sure enough the broken mule is still there, a few signs of the UGV being dragged about by jaffa earlier but obviously they gave up, and the MANPAD is still in its long black plastic case. You take if out, Cooke helping to get the launcher ready for action in a multistep process, and move back out to the ridge to get a clearer sight line.

“You do know how to use that, right Lovelace?”, Cooke asks as you line up the first glider in your sights and get a lock.

“It was in the familiarization course.”, you answer honestly, probably not giving him the answer he hoped for.

“Oh for fucks sa-”, he begins, cut off as you fire.

The gliders are coming in again now, spaced only a dozen meters apart or so, staff cannons flashing as they fire toward you. The missile streaks toward them, their speed on the strafing run too slow to even try to avoid it, and closest on the left side is struck. Its wing spews flame from a massive gash in the hull as it spins out of control, crashing into the ridge in an enormous fireball. The remaining glider keeps firing, pulling away at the last moment as you dive for cover, and you hurry back to your feet to get ready for its next pass.

You repeat the trick with the second one after Cooke helps you reload quickly, the pilot of the glider too brave or stupid to pull away, the missile impacting the cockpit directly. In truth the seeker heads on the missiles did all the real work, the gliders very easy targets at these low strafing run speeds.

>>3151693
Cooke whistles, impressed nonetheless. You ditch the launcher, having no use for it now, moving back into the forest and…

>Head to the stargate. [Mutual]
>Tell Cooke about your condition. [Sophie].
>Check you helmet. It got hit earlier - How close were you to dying? [Shanosh]
>Write-in.

>>3151699
>Tell Cooke about your condition. [Sophie].

Give him our weapon, tell him to take us prisoner.

>>3151699
>Write-in.
Did I just really shoot down two planes on the first try?

>>3151699
>Head to the stargate. [Mutual]

>>3151699
>>Tell Cooke about your condition. [Sophie].
Let's get this out of the way. We've been nothing but helpful so far, hopefully that'll buy us some leeway.

>>3151713
no, only after we're through will we hand off our weapons and come forth

>Tell Cooke about your condition. [Sophie].

>>3151699
>>Head to the stargate. [Mutual]

>>3151748
I agree, it's a bit dangerous to pull that shit out right now in the middle of a battlefield. If we go through the gate, drop our weapons and get to our knees with out hands on our heads I think things will go better (or they'll execute us after going into lock down once we explain wtf we're doing)

>>3151699
>Head to the stargate. [Mutual]

>>3151699
>Head to the stargate. [Mutual]
After we go through the Gate, we request to go to the prison cells and confess about our condition.

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>>3151693
>>Tell Cooke about your condition. [Sophie].

think reveal would be better if we tell someone in advance

You continue on through the underbrush of the forest, moving in the dim shadows of the trees that tower above, Cooke staying close alongside. Delaying heading to the gate further seems like a bad idea, time running out as it is - Shooting down those death gliders took a couple of minutes, leaving you with a very rapidly shrinking window. You can already hear the rest of the SG teams heading back, the rattle of gunfire slowing as even the rear guard is moving now.

It doesn’t take long to reach the gate, the pair of you running as fast as you safely can through the forest while taking care to not twist an ankle on the ground clutter. Eventually you reach the large meadow the gate resides in the center of, the device shimmering with the blue event horizon of an active wormhole. More soldiers are guarding the DHD, and a defensive perimeter is being kept a decent distance from the gate itself. You’re waved in by the soldiers as you both exit the trees, increasing from a careful run to a sprint now that you’re in the clear.

By the time you get to the perimeter guards the other SG teams are exiting the forest behind you, a few staff blasts flying out past them as they do so - The jaffa aren’t far behind. The teams are engaging them as they move toward the gate, timing their movements so somebody is always firing, but it is clear there are too many jaffa to be suppressed that easily.

The teams guarding the gate tense, getting ready to fire as sight lines become clearer, and you...

>Head into the gate now! [Shanosh]
>Help cover the other teams. [Mutual]
>Help cover the other teams until most people are through! [Sophie]
>Write-in.

>>3152275
>>Head into the gate now! [Shanosh]
We've done enough, lets get through the gate and not get in anyones way

>>3152275
>>Head into the gate now! [Shanosh]
Retreat looks to be orderly, if rapid. And we're technically not a front liner anyway.

>>3152275
>Help cover the other teams until most people are through! [Sophie]

>>3152275
>Help cover the other teams until most people are through! [Sophie]
We can risk it.
>inb4 we get hit in the face with a energy blast and die

>>3152275
>Help cover the other teams until most people are through! [Sophie]

Rolled 5, 6, 6 = 17 (3d6)

>>3152413
>>3152334
>>3152330
Three rolls of 3d6, if you would. DC of 10, 13, and 16.

Rolled 3, 1, 6 = 10 (3d6)

>>3152439
sheeeeit

Rolled 6, 6, 5 = 17 (3d6)

>>3152439

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>>3152275
>Help cover the other teams. [Mutual]
thinking of combining both options. As being mentally conflicted right now would be disastrous.

Shanosh half to Sophie half: So who were we suppose to be rescuing?

>>3152439
>17
Big OOF for the attacking jaffa.

>>3152445
Sophie was being rescued, what her SG team was doing when they got captured, and what her SG team even is hasn't been established yet.

Rolled 2, 5, 4 = 11 (3d6)

>>3152439

>>3152442
>>3152443
>>3152468
Writing.

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You decide to help cover the others until most everyone is through the gate, not wanting to let down your comrades that have risked so much to rescue you and your team - At least you hope your team is fine, you haven’t seen them.

Lacking any real barriers to hide behind you drop to a low kneeling firing position, the grass in the meadow too tall to see anything if you went fully prone, and begin sighting in on jaffa moving between trees over in the forest - It is hard to make out their outline in the shadows, but the flashes of their staff weapons give groups of them away as they rush on in pursuit of the retreating SG teams.

Cooke takes up position a few meters to your right, already firing bursts at the armor clad warriors chasing your allies. You fire just a moment later, finally getting a clear shot on a jaffa, and he drops immediately from what was likely a headshot. Unsure if it was yours or somebody else's, and not caring much either way, you sight in on the first group of jaffa exiting the concealment of the forest. The red dot of your reflex sight is clearly visible on the lead jaffa’s chest as you peer through the optic, squeezing the trigger…

And for a moment nothing happens, your aim shifting ever so slightly off target before the gun fires. A small hang fire, but unfortunate nonetheless. Regardless the jaffa are torn into by a burst of machinegun fire from somebody else on the perimeter, their armor briefly looking to be covered in dancing sparks as they take dozens of hits. They’re dealt with, that’s all that matters. Staff weapon fire is increasing in frequency now, the aim of the shots still terrible though as most of the jaffa are firing on the move.

The remaining teams are going through the gate now, the distinct sound of entry into the event horizon clear even in the battle, and you begin to get up and move toward it yourself. Everybody is falling back, firing as they move, and you manage to snag another jaffa in the chest with a few rounds.

You enter the gate backwards, firing all the way, Cooke doing the same along with two other soldiers - The last four through. The feeling of entering the wormhole and transporting across the galaxy is intense but familiar to both halves of your being.

So, what exactly are you going to do in a few seconds when you show up in the gate room?

>Surrender immediately, dropping your weapons, and ask to be taken to an isolation cell. [Sophie]
>Drop your weapons but try to explain yourself in the gate room. [Shanosh]
>Write-in.

Also, what was Sophie's team doing when they got captured?
>Setting out to explore an 'abandoned' goa'uld base. So much for that.
>A routine exploration mission, the drones missed the prison facility somehow on their check and only saw local settlements.
>Chasing an alien prisoner who escaped the SGC and fled through the stargate.
>Write-in.

>>3152566
>Surrender immediately, dropping your weapons, and ask to be taken to an isolation cell. [Sophie]
>Setting out to explore an 'abandoned' goa'uld base. So much for that.

>>3152566
>>Surrender immediately, dropping your weapons, and ask to be taken to an isolation cell. [Sophie]
>Setting out to explore an 'abandoned' goa'uld base. So much for that.

>>3152566
>Surrender immediately, dropping your weapons, and ask to be taken to an isolation cell. [Sophie]
>Setting out to explore an 'abandoned' goa'uld base. So much for that.

>>3152566
>Surrender immediately, dropping your weapons, and ask to be taken to an isolation cell. [Sophie]
>Setting out to explore an 'abandoned' goa'uld base. So much for that.

>>3152566
>surrender
Shannosh will trust her on this, tauri are her people after all.
>exploring

>>3152583
>>3152578
>>3152577
>>3152573
Seems like [Sophie] + 'Abandoned' goa'uld base is the clear winner.

I'm going to get a bit of sleep, I'll post more tomorrow.

>>3152603
Thanks for the run

>>3152566
>Surrender immediately, dropping your weapons, and ask to be taken to an isolation cell. [Sophie]
>Setting out to explore an 'abandoned' goa'uld base. So much for that.

Sophie idea is probably the best idea right now as it at least it builds a degree of trust. even if it is built with reinforced concrete :)

(sorry picture Shanosh as a Mavrik that sometimes jokes around with the personality of doctor venture)

>>3152610
Well the good thing is at least the two won’t get bored alone in a cell as they can talk shop about nerd things with each other

>>3152566
>Write-in.
Explain 1 on 1 with Cooke before medical, when we aren't at risk of being lit up by trigger happy ppl who are still exiting combat.

>Setting out to explore an 'abandoned' goa'uld base. So much for that.
We were the reason the goa'uld returned, to make use of the facility to torture Shanosh.

>>3152566
>ask for a greencard eb-1 foreign national with outstanding knowledge in science

>>3152895
Just marry an earthling.

>>3152900
we kinda already did

>>3152900
family migration in Trump's USA?

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Phasing into existence while walking backwards is a bit disorienting, but you managed to keep your footing alongside the other soldiers as you all appear in the gate room. Moving away from the gate quickly you spin and head down the metal ramp.

“Close the iris, we’re all through!”, Cooke yells up to the staff in the control room, and you can see them working quickly to do so through the armored glass panes that separate the two areas.

The titanium iris closes and interlocks behind over the gate, sealing it from further travel - A few tense moments pass as everyone watches it, waiting for the wormhole behind it to destabilize and collapse. There are several loud thumps as the iris is impacted by incoming travelers, jaffa trying to cross through after you did, just before the wormhole cuts out.

Situation resolved the feeling of tension in the air settles, people getting back to their various jobs. Medical teams are moving the wounded out of the gate room, SG teams disorganized in the fighting meeting back up with their other members - Medical checks will come next, and you know Shanosh won’t escape detection in them.

Over the gate room intercom you can hear the confident voice of General Hammond, “All incoming SG teams report for debriefing at 0900.”

Making the choice to not conceal anything further you place your weapons and captured goa’uld equipment on the floor of the gate room, getting some very off looks from the guards and other staff, and turn to Captain Wilkinson.

“Sir, I need to be taken to an isolation cell immediately.”, you tell him with clear concern.

“What the hell for, doctor?”, he asks puzzled, a member of the medical staff already fussing over and trying to inspect his burn wound.

“It’s best if I explain it once I’m secured in a cell, sir.”, you answer, at about the point the medical staff reach you and begin inspecting your ‘wounds’.

“Not your blood, I take it?”, the medic asks, looking at your uniformed absolutely covered in the stuff - Dried to a motley patchwork of dark stains now, no longer really red.

“It’s all mine.”, you answer him simply, at which point both he and Wilkinson realize something really has to be wrong. The clear burn mark from a staff weapon wound and all the rips and blood stains on the uniform making it obvious now that things have slowed down just how strange your situation is.

Wilkinson barks some orders to the security personnel nearby and you’re searched and taken prisoner, taken out of the gate room without a confrontation. Cooke had already headed off to medical to see the rest of his team and sees none of this, but he’ll surely find out soon.

>>3153074
Early on the way up to level sixteen, which houses the SGC’s main stockade, you see a member of your team passing by hurriedly to the gate room - They’re the one that got back through the gate and called for the rescue mission. They slow as they see you, and you can see that it is your...

>Team leader.
>Team anthropologist.
>Team medic.
>Team’s off world member that joined a few missions ago.
>Write-in.

Feel free to come up with the name and background for this character, whichever it is. I’ll take suggestions, off world member can be an alien but keep it humanoid.

>>3153075
>>Team leader.

>>3153075
>Team's do-it-all generic faceless, but dependable, grunt

>>3153075
>Team anthropologist.
>Kenny "Dyson" Winters

I got nothing for a backstory other than that he picked up his nickname for being able to hold onto a load of easily losable things like a dyson vacuum cleaner.

>>3153088
Can never go wrong with that kind of trooper.

>>3153075
>anthropologist

>Abraham Sternenstein
Slightly above average for an sg operative, his academic background and age honed common sense allowed the team to bypass many a potential pickle. He urged caution when exploring the base and it Is thanks to his caution you weren’t taken entirely by surprise

>>3153090
>>3153100
supporting team anthropologist Kenny "Dyson" Winters

>>3153090
>>3153104
Kenny "Dyson" Winters
Anthropologist previously working at the Smithsonian Institution
35 years old, married, 7yo daughter
Irish decent, grandparents immigrated some time after the second world war
red hair, pale-ish skin, 5'9.5"
full beard he has had "before the hipsters had it" which is an irony that needed pointing out to him.
He goes about his work very neat and clean
He was a smoker but only had concrete reason to stop since joining the stargate program, because he can absolutely not bring that habit to an alien world.
He's conflicted about spending so much time at work and little at home with his family, because one means a lot to him and the other just blows his mind and will mean a lot to the world at large.
He was raised catholic but is theistic agnostic, meaning he believes in God, but thinks everyone has to find their own way in life and that science is a good way of explaining the world that god has created for humans.
That the galaxy is completely filled with humans is just further proof for a human-centric universe at large, but Sophie never wanted to argue these points with him.

>>3153197
Nice, I can definitely work with this.

Sorry about the delay in posts, cut my foot up pretty bad stepping on a fucking dog bone of all things.

It’s Kenny, your team’s anthropologist, a worried look on his face as he sees you being escorted by the guards. He’s the reason you aren’t dead, even if it came quite close anyways, having caught onto the ambush and warned the team a few moments before fighting broke out - Just long enough to start diving to cover, meaning the staff blast you suffered caught you in the side rather than dead center.

He’s fairly torn up looking himself, his left arm bandaged up and in a sling alongside a few other injuries, but at least he can walk. He moves over to you as the guards keep you walking along at a quick pace through the concrete hallway to the nearest elevator.

“What’s going on here, Sophie?”, he asks in a rush before turning to the guards, “Where are you taking her?”

“I asked to be taken to a cell, Kenny. It’s for our own good.”, you answer first, trying to give him a reassuring look - It comes off more as worried.

“She asked, and we’ve got orders from captain Wilkinson.”, the guard offers out gruffly, continuing the quick pace.

“Wilkinson? What about general Hamm-”, Kenny begins again before you cut him off.

You don’t want him starting a scene over this and interject, “He was just the closest officer, I’m sure Hammond knows by now.”

Kenny can walk but this faster pace is clearly uncomfortable for him, wincing a bit before he questions further, “Sophie, what the hell happened to make you ask for a cell?”

>”I’ll explain once I’m in the cell.” [Mutual]
>”I was close to dead and a symbiote entered me, but it’s more complicated than it sounds.” [Sophie]
>Give him a nice eye flash. “I healed your ally, saving us both.” [Shanosh]
>Write-in.

>>3153210
>>”I’ll explain once I’m in the cell.” [Mutual]
We're headed for the cell so they don't panic and shoot us or something when we reveal our situation. Best to not blow that early.

>>3153210
>i'll explain once I'm in the cell
no need to tell the story to everybody separately

>>3153210
>I’ll explain when I’m in the cell.

>>3153210
>”I’ll explain once I’m in the cell.”

>>3153210
>>Give him a nice eye flash. “I healed your ally, saving us both.” [Shanosh]
because that's the most stupid thing to do in this kind of situation and i'm a fairly stupid person

>>3153261
I like this

Because it's a great TV cliffhangar

“I’ll explain once I’m in the cell. Did the others make it?”, you answer while changing subjects quickly - Finding out if your friends are okay is priority one now.

“They’re all in the infirmary but stable.”, he responds as you’re moved into the elevator by the guards, “Sophie…. They said you were dead.”

“I almost was, it’s complicated.”, you state honestly as the doors shut. He can’t accompany you due to security protocols, and he had enough sense to not even try. The elevator shakes a bit as it starts up, being a fairly old machine, but you arrive on level sixteen fairly quickly. The steel doors of the elevator open and you’re guided down a few reinforced hallways to the stockade.

The cell you’re placed in is separate from the others, within its own secure room further beyond the first few cells, and should be a secure place to be kept until you figure out what the hell to do about all of this. It’s a spacious chamber for a single prisoner, enough room to pace about in without issue, but outside of essentials such as a cot, mirror, toilet, and sink, it is as barren as a room could be.

The artificial lighting in the room is dim, and your uniform uncomfortable from all the staining and rips, but you’re not getting tortured or dodging staff blasts anymore - An improvement. Sitting on the metal cot at the back of the room and staring at the old concrete floor you have some time to think, alone outside of the guard standing beyond the cell door.

>Just wait for people to arrive and prepare to try and explain things. [Mutual]
>Look in the mirror and assess your life choices that got you to this point. [Sophie]
>Try to further prove your good intentions to Sophie. Share some information of goa’uld technology from your genetic memory. [Shanosh]
>Write-in.

>>3153210
>>”I’ll explain once I’m in the cell.” [Mutual]
Save the stupidly dramatic eye flash for a "Nice to meet you!" moment later. I'm relatively certain that being overly dramatic is a dominant racial trait of the Goa'uld.

>>3152610
>Mavrik mixed with Rusty Venture as a Goa'uld
I can dig it.

>>3153298
>>Just wait for people to arrive and prepare to try and explain things. [Mutual]
The sooner we explain things to the people with itchy trigger fingers, the sooner we can get back out of this cell.

>>3153298
>missing the opportunity to say “I got better”
One job, Sophie. One job.

>ponder & talk to each other about what brought us to the outpost and how things went to shit
>ponder our immediate future

“So what do you think tauri will do with us now?”

Maybe fall back to nerd stuff after that.

>>3153298
>Look in the mirror and assess your life choices that got you to this point. [Sophie]
>Look in the mirror and assess the host you have taken over. [Shanosh]
Shed any access clothing and gear still weighing us down, we want to be more agile and comfortable.

>>3153298
>>Try to further prove your good intentions to Sophie. Share some information of goa’uld technology from your genetic memory. [Shanosh]
We are alone in the territory of our enemies' enemies. Making an ally of our host is paramount.
Sharing technology is good.
Offering to show her everything we know about the healing device and suggesting that we heal them to her is better.
She clearly values science,Zero but friends more. Perhaps we can convince her that we value primitive lives as well. If we can't convince her of that much, perhaps we can at least sell her that we value the lives of those who fight our enemies.
You know, lie. But lie with conviction.

>>3153316
>>Look in the mirror and assess the host you have taken over. [Shanosh]
>Shed any excess clothing and gear still weighing us down, we want to be more agile and comfortable.
This makes sense.


>>3153294
>I like this
>Because it's a great TV cliffhanger
Good point.

>>3153311
>>3153316
i think that's both good. talk it out with sophie before talking to whoever is going to question us

>>3153316
>>3153331
Going to just clarify that Shanosh hasn't "taken over" Sophie at all, you're currently blended and doing a more mutualistic tok'ra-esque sort of thing.

>>3153342
we can still look into a mirror and think about this weird mess and opportunity. i mean both Shanosh and Sophie

>>3153298
"Talk casually with sophie

>>3153342
I like it.

Ok, other plan

Access her memory a bit
The Tau'ri value the individual to an almost stupid degree. Even their great legends were about saving one life even if their whole society would collapse (Infinity war)
Fools that they are they would not simply let us have her in exchange for our knowledge.
Even if you convince your host to keep you, they will still think you simply speak for her.
So... somehow all of the above.
Ask Sophia what she thinks will happen, but don't share any knowledge yet, it IS leverage.

They will ask us to leave her, which we would agree to if they give us another host, which they wont.
We want to live, and if they want to kill us, they can, but we will take Sophie down with us just to spite them.
But even just saying that will antagonize them further.
Voice those concerns to Sophie, she knows them better to know how we should behave.


>>3153342
could either of us still do things against the others will?

>>3153369
>They will ask us to leave her, which we would agree to if they give us another host, which they wont.
>We want to live, and if they want to kill us, they can, but we will take Sophie down with us just to spite them.
>But even just saying that will antagonize them further.
let's not threaten anyone before they threaten to kill Shlanesh

>>3153369
I mean, they might just send us to the Tokes, but I'm not sure we even like them that much.

>>3153377
it's not a threat, not really. It's just the logical course of events.

>>3153379
As Ra only blew up a little more than a year and a half ago I believe the current point is at mid season 1 and they have yet to meet the Tok'ra, they may not even know of their existence

>>3153379
i would rather team up with mitchel and jonas before going to the tokra.

You stand up from the cot and shed blood soaked jacket you’ve been wearing, getting a little more comfortable since your Sophie half expect you’ll be in here for quite some time. Moving over to the mirror and sink, washing some of the dried blood from your face, you get better look at your shared body.

>Choose appearance.

How did things get to this point, for either of you? The thought circulates through your shared mind, bits of memories rising from both halves in answer but none with a truly satisfactory explanation. Trying to work through it consciously your two sides engage in thought, urged by Sophie.

“You’re obviously not a normal symbiote, Shanosh, and I need some answers - Solid facts, not half concealed memories. Why haven’t you fully taken over my body by now?”

>”I never intended to, and would like to apologize for the manner in which we bonded.”
>”I cannot, and we have a common enemy in Apophis. I wish to make new allies.”
>Just share fully share your memories, maybe she’ll reciprocate. First steps to trust and full blending.
>Write-in.

>>3153369
One side taking full control for a bit would be possible but extremely unpleasant, you're both very strong willed and no longer have the element of shock and surprise to help with suppressing a personality.

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>>3153408
>”I cannot, and we have a common enemy in Apophis. I wish to make new allies.”
something like this. maybe without the makeup.

>>3153408
"I was too weak and dieing myself when I took you. You'll not like this answer but I probably would have if I could have. The fact remains that neither of us has full control now... would you assist me in an experiment? Try and keep your arms down while I intent to raise them."

>>3153408
>>”I never intended to, and would like to apologize for the manner in which we bonded.”
As I understand, we are of a group that doesn't do full takeovers for moral reasons, despite having the ability to.

>appearance
typical mousy scientist? alternately, tall and thin with lab coat when not in the field