Title: The Guy in Charge
Author: Nopporn Wongrassamee aka the Evil Author
Summary: A new Goa'uld has risen to the top of the System Lord
power structure. He's not as happy as he should be.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Don't sue!
"Milord, I have wonderful news!" the First Prime announced to
his god. "The other System Lords have recognized your greatness
and bow to your leadership."
"No..." whispered the System Lord Huu'eziit, looking anything
but pleased. In fact, sitting on the throne of his lone Ha'tak
Mothership, he looked down right dismayed. "It cannot be!"
"Milord?" the First Prime asked in confusion. "Is this not good
news?"
"No, it's not!" Huu'eziit snapped. "Perhaps it has escaped your
notice, but every System Lord who has attained supreme power
over the others has soon lost not only their power, but usually
their very lives. Usually at the hands of the Tauri! Ra.
Apophis. Sokar. Anubis. Ba'al. Perhaps you have heard of them,
yes?"
"Yes, milord!" the First Prime gulped.
"The other System Lords no doubt think I am the most expendable
so they decided I shall be 'Supreme Overlord'," Huu'eziit
continued bitterly, "or whatever title they are using now."
"But, Milord, if you act quickly, you could secure your
position against all threats," the First Prime reasoned.
"Surely you will be the exception."
As if in reply, the ship suddenly shook like a child's toy.
Reports immediately began streaming in.
"Milord! A signifigant number of the crew have turned Sho'fa!
They are attempting to capture the bridge and engine room!"
"Milord! Jaffa are in rebellion on your worlds! Both of them!"
"Milord! It's the Prometheus!"
The last, Huu'eziit could see for himself since he was facing
the external viewport. He ignored the Tauri ship. He ignored
its mighty Asgard weaponry that pounded his shields to
nothingness. He ignored the boarding craft it launched. His
attention was entirely on his First Prime, but said nothing. He
merely raised an eyebrow as if to say, "I told you so."
"My lord!" the First Prime cried as the ship rocked again.
"What shall we do?"
"What shall we do? Hmm, good question," Huu'eziit mused aloud.
He began ticking off his fingers. "My worlds are in rebellion.
My ship is being taken over by a combined force of Sho'fa and
Tauri. They incidently happen to be between us and the shuttle
bays. Since the Tauri control local space, escape pods are
pointless. There is no Stargate on board. And I have already
concluded that the other System Lords have offered me as a
sacrifice so I will find no refuge among them. In other words,
I cannot escape and there is no point in doing so since there
is nowhere to escape to."
"You shall find a way, milord!" his First Prime replied in
complete faith of his god.
"Yes, yes," Huu'eziit said dismissively. "There is a way."
"What are your orders, Milord?" the First Prime asked proudly.
"Hmm, I hear the Tauri treat their enemies well," Huu'eziit
continued. "We surrender."
"Yes! We will sur... what?" The First Prime seemed to deflate
instantly.
"I said we will..." Huu'eziit began to snap, but something
outside caught his eye and he sighed. "Nevermind."
An instant later, a Tauri boarding shuttle that was built by
the lowest bidder who had cut a few corners suffered a thruster
malfunction and crashed nose first into the Mothership's
bridge. It was a testament to Tauri engineering and design if
not manufacture that the shuttle, its crew, and its passengers
survived with only a few superficial scrapes. The Mothership's
bridge and those in it were a total loss however.
Author: Nopporn Wongrassamee aka the Evil Author
Summary: A new Goa'uld has risen to the top of the System Lord
power structure. He's not as happy as he should be.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Don't sue!
"Milord, I have wonderful news!" the First Prime announced to
his god. "The other System Lords have recognized your greatness
and bow to your leadership."
"No..." whispered the System Lord Huu'eziit, looking anything
but pleased. In fact, sitting on the throne of his lone Ha'tak
Mothership, he looked down right dismayed. "It cannot be!"
"Milord?" the First Prime asked in confusion. "Is this not good
news?"
"No, it's not!" Huu'eziit snapped. "Perhaps it has escaped your
notice, but every System Lord who has attained supreme power
over the others has soon lost not only their power, but usually
their very lives. Usually at the hands of the Tauri! Ra.
Apophis. Sokar. Anubis. Ba'al. Perhaps you have heard of them,
yes?"
"Yes, milord!" the First Prime gulped.
"The other System Lords no doubt think I am the most expendable
so they decided I shall be 'Supreme Overlord'," Huu'eziit
continued bitterly, "or whatever title they are using now."
"But, Milord, if you act quickly, you could secure your
position against all threats," the First Prime reasoned.
"Surely you will be the exception."
As if in reply, the ship suddenly shook like a child's toy.
Reports immediately began streaming in.
"Milord! A signifigant number of the crew have turned Sho'fa!
They are attempting to capture the bridge and engine room!"
"Milord! Jaffa are in rebellion on your worlds! Both of them!"
"Milord! It's the Prometheus!"
The last, Huu'eziit could see for himself since he was facing
the external viewport. He ignored the Tauri ship. He ignored
its mighty Asgard weaponry that pounded his shields to
nothingness. He ignored the boarding craft it launched. His
attention was entirely on his First Prime, but said nothing. He
merely raised an eyebrow as if to say, "I told you so."
"My lord!" the First Prime cried as the ship rocked again.
"What shall we do?"
"What shall we do? Hmm, good question," Huu'eziit mused aloud.
He began ticking off his fingers. "My worlds are in rebellion.
My ship is being taken over by a combined force of Sho'fa and
Tauri. They incidently happen to be between us and the shuttle
bays. Since the Tauri control local space, escape pods are
pointless. There is no Stargate on board. And I have already
concluded that the other System Lords have offered me as a
sacrifice so I will find no refuge among them. In other words,
I cannot escape and there is no point in doing so since there
is nowhere to escape to."
"You shall find a way, milord!" his First Prime replied in
complete faith of his god.
"Yes, yes," Huu'eziit said dismissively. "There is a way."
"What are your orders, Milord?" the First Prime asked proudly.
"Hmm, I hear the Tauri treat their enemies well," Huu'eziit
continued. "We surrender."
"Yes! We will sur... what?" The First Prime seemed to deflate
instantly.
"I said we will..." Huu'eziit began to snap, but something
outside caught his eye and he sighed. "Nevermind."
An instant later, a Tauri boarding shuttle that was built by
the lowest bidder who had cut a few corners suffered a thruster
malfunction and crashed nose first into the Mothership's
bridge. It was a testament to Tauri engineering and design if
not manufacture that the shuttle, its crew, and its passengers
survived with only a few superficial scrapes. The Mothership's
bridge and those in it were a total loss however.