Jump 119: Stargate SG-1

Jump 119: Stargate SG-1

Location: Abydos, 1997
Age: 26
Identity: Human, Drop-In
Drawbacks: [+500] Trust Issues, System Lord Sortie

[Free]      Round Telephone
[Free]      Toxicology Reports
[Free]      Theoretical Astrophysicist
[100/1500]  Dead Men Tell Tales
[400/1500]  Structural Analysis
[700/1500]  Remember The Time You Blew Up A Sun?
[1300/1500] No Matter How Dense
[1500/1500] Naquadah Stash

When the servants of the goa'uld first arrived on Abydos after a year of silence from Ra, they expected many potential things. One thing that they did not expect, however, was to be greeted at the gate by a singularly unexpected being; one whose skin was aflame, whose eyes were diamond, whose very voice burned them in a way they could not quantify, but who politely demanded an audience with their gods. Initially, they sneered at this one, perhaps a god himself but not one of THEIR gods, but when they found their weapons ineffective... well, they took it a little more seriously. Especially once he expressed his desires to grant a boon to them and to their leaders.

(Of course, a penance was extracted from the tau'ri who had slain Ra, and the ball started rolling; SG-1 was commissioned and later got in touch with one Dr. Jackson, and the ball began rolling.)

The individual in question laughed along with the goa'uld, and expressed that he could be considered a god from outside this universe. He didn't dismiss their claims of godhood - in fact, he swept his arms around himself and asked what indeed is a god, what mortal could contain the knowledge of a god, and what kind of powers a god has at their disposal whether innate or whether sufficiently advanced technology. But while their abilities were not his own, by the same token his abilities were not theirs, and he offered them a deal.

Physical immortality for all the system lords who would sign as well as their underlings... only with exceptions made for acts by other goa'uld and their allies... for the price of their holdings should they fall to another of their kind; a sword of damocles to hold over their heads, as he explained the threats that would be coming and that their unity would be crucial. Even he himself would be unable to strike them down.

Unsurprisingly, they all signed the contracts that appeared in bursts of flames, with pens that wrote in blue blood. The blood of the goa'uld parasites themselves.

(The tau'ri explored the gate network, waged their quiet wars, formented rebellion against the system lords.)

The goa'uld built up, fought with the humans of Earth and the rebellion they sponsored. And gradually... they found themselves on the back foot, rather unexpectedly. While this was not an anticipated possibility, they were confident because these upstarts could not slay them. Which was quite well and good... right up to the point that they began finding themselves slain by those who counted the tok'ra among their allies. Things got much worse when Anubis got involved; he was goa'uld himself, after all, even if his approach to immortality was a bit different.

When they realized the loophole, that some goa'uld were willing to pay that price, that jaffa - being goa'uld incubators - counted in and of themselves, that those allied with the tok'ra were able to strike without being direct servants... they were outraged. And in turn, they waged war on Abydos. Or at least tried to.

The planet, they found, was not quite where they expected. The gate worked, but attacks were expected; the gate was surrounded by a number of turrets, courtesy of SG-1, in later days.

(Things went pretty much as they otherwise should have been expected to go, with the decline and subsequent annihilation of the system lords... other than the planets held by the systems lords outright disappearing on their death, reappearing within a dyson shell that had appeared around Abydos' star. Abydos itself also found the same fate - but its inhabitants willingly permitted this, gaining much in return.)

SG teams had a tendency to come across an individual in many locations, identical in appearance, wearing a most dapper white suit that was always out of place with the locals but seemingly never noticed by them. He was always cheerful, friendly. Knew far more than he possibly should have been able to know, willing to always ... make a deal. Very few took him up on it. Those who did found their boons always had a cost, but the boons seemed worthwhile. He would happily discuss theoretical deals; addresses for gates, raw materials of all sorts, technologies. Usually, the prices were too steep; the price for Jack's spaceship with big honkin' space guns was, of course, not attainable.

Asgard was willing to pay the price requested to fix their genetic issue - the sum total of their knowledge - but the price for exterminating the Replicators outright was too much even for them.

After Daniel Jackson ascended, he did not expect to see this individual in the diner. Moreover, he truly did not expect this person to give him a free course in learning Correspondence; indeed, this is what ultimately helped spell the end for Anubis, and further was found to be a useful weapon against the Ori. A language too dangerous to learn, and now he truly knew why.

The NID and the Trust tried to pay the prices demanded, only to try to renege on their contracts. Indeed, this was part of why the NID became defunct and why the Trust came about. But despite their best efforts to make a villain out of the man in the white suit, they had nothing that could effectively work on him; he laughed as he cut them down in retaliation every time.

And then one day, just as mysteriously as he appeared, he disappeared.

Judging by the later griping from the Atlantis expedition, everyone figured it was better that he was their problem, in the end.