TGOD - Ra Goes On A Killing Spree

[Destructionator XV]

OOC: Should I go ahead and move this thread to The Kitchen Table?

[Ra]

OOC: Don' see why not. Though I bet you a glass of Romulan Ale it'll be dead by page five.

[Destructionator XV]

OOC: Unlimited power exercised! We shall see who survives.

[Destructionator XV]

Lord Adam looks at the Sith Inquisitor, then up to the heavens, mumbling "You're just a regular Brannon Braga aren't you."

"You have my attention, but I have no idea at all what could be going on," the Lady then responds to Kreshna.

"We will have to examine that ship," Adam says while flipping open his communicator, "Have the Xizor Spacelines Shuttle that just arrived grounded and isolated until further notice."

"But," he continues after closing his commnicator, "this will wait until morning. We need to sleep and approach this with clear heads. You are welcome to spend the night here."

He points at a Royal Guardsman who addresses Kreshna's party "if you will come this way I will show you to your quarters."

"Until the morning," Adam says as he and the Lady return to their rooms for the night.

[Ra]

Walking out of the subway station, Ra, Galadriel, and Ellen went on towards a large parking garage. Ellen unlocked the car, and the Goa'uld and Elf entered. Ellen pulled out onto the clogged road, and Galadriel spoke.

"A strange thing occured, which brought us to this city," she explained.

Ellen's hazel eyes lit up. She said, "Strange? As in very recently?"

"Yes. The... being that was with us..."

"You can't handle technobabble, Glads," Ra laughed. "Incantations, cryptic speach, but not that. The computer AI aboard my... yacht claimed there was a shift in the timeline. Take that as what you will."

Ellen looked over at Ra with an astonished look. Her "nerd alarm" was going off the scale. The sorceress said, "Oh. My. Gods. Have you been watching too much Star Trek?! Timelines and artificial intelligence?"

Ellen then waved an elegant hand in front of Ra's face, something he found quite annoying.

"Yes, I sound like a geek," Ra fussed. "Oh well. The point is that something happened. You're skilled in Arcane whatsit... we jumped planes!"

"Well, OK. I've heard of some wierd things like that, people who are from other planes of existance," Ellen laughed. "Like that big spherical thing that recently appeared in Tokyo. Some magi claimed it was an extraplanar device."

"Yes, yes, what does all this have to do with anything?" Ra said, waving his hands madly.

"Well, yesterday I felt a huge disturbance in the tides magical energy that bind the universe. We call it the Aether," Ellen explained. "I looked into it, and lots of blogging wizards noted something similar, worldwide. Strange.

Galadriel saw there was something else. She said, "Ellen? What else did you see?"

"Not so much saw, as felt," the sorceress answered. "The disturbance... It was a great evil. It was chaotic, confusing... and very disturbing. I... really can't talk about it."

Galadriel nodded. She said, "Then it is as I thought. A great evil, approaching Earth. Now, if what you say is correct, than many have felt its touch."

"What do you mean, ma'am? You know what it is?" Ellen inquired.

"Not precisely," Galadriel answered. "But it is as serious as you think. A rogue entity, bent on nothing but advancing its own power, consuming at will."

"How can we stop it?" Ellen asked.

"We will have to gather allies," Galadriel explained. "This is no threat that mortal weapons can stop."

"They said that about the Guardians, and we carved up their ships like a roast!" Ra muttered.

"I think I know someone who could help us," Ellen said. "Another Elf, Princess Estrith. She's a long way from here, but I can at least speak to her magically."

"Damnit, I want some of our old friends back. We can handle this new, uber, "supernatural threat". Where's Darth Kreshna and Colonel Patterson? Baal, the bastard that he is? The Lord and Lady? We'll get back together, and kick this guy's ass."

"An excellent idea, I must say, despite your odd enthusiasm," said Galadriel. "But we have no way to reach them."

"Bah," Ra sneered.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

OOC: Brannon Braga? I thought my story element is more Chris Carter's than Braga's. X-Files-esque, y'know?

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"But," he continues after closing his commnicator, "this will wait until morning. We need to sleep and approach this with clear heads. You are welcome to spend the night here."

He points at a Royal Guardsman who addresses Kreshna's party "if you will come this way I will show you to your quarters."

"Until the morning," Adam says as he and the Lady return to their rooms for the night.

"Please follow us, Sir." The guards started to guide them to their pavillion. Apparently it was located outside the main palace complex as they were guided outside.

As they walked through, Irene frowned, "Sleep? He meant nap, didn't he? This is still morning after all."

"Yes, of course it........."

Darth Kreshna was totally baffled when they stepped outside. The sky was dark, as if it was already night.

".....is????" Irene was equally confused as well. Reality check. They needed reality check. As they walked through the palace garden, Kreshna asked one of the guards who guided them, "What time it is now?"

"Ten P.M, Sir," the guard politely replied.

Ten? Kreshna thought confusedly. He pushed on, "do you remember when we arrived at this palace?"

The guard now smiled, "of course, Sir. I was the one who welcomed the guests at the gate, and you arrived about nine o clock in the morning. I believe you have spent a pleasant day with High Majesty, haven't you? Perhaps a game of golf?"

"But it couldn't be possible!" Irene wisphered on Kreshna's ear, "we just have conversed for mere minutes or so!"

"We need more reality check," Kreshna wisphered back, "we need to go back to Lord and Lady Adam to ask at what time, from their perception, did we start to meet."

He then turn to the guards, "There is something I missed back there. Could you bring us to Lord and Lady Adam again?"

The guard frowned for a moment, then reached his communicator. After some moments, he said to them, "I am afraid it is impossible, Sir. The Palace Butler said that His and Her Majesty have wished to not be disturbed for tonight."

"But...." but after seeing the guard's expression, the Sith eventually gave up, "alright then, never mind."

After the couple were alone in their pavillion, Kreshna slammed his back on the bed, then closed his eyes in frustration, "somebody tell me what's going on."

"Wait," Irene suggested, "why don't we check the other passengers? Have they been experiencing such thing too? How about tommorrow?"

The Sith contemplated, "easier to said than done. They could have scattered anywhere on A'millan now. Besides, we don't have the authority. If we're in the Empire, I could ask some Police Commander or such to track and interrogate... I mean interview the passengers one by one. But here? Besides, we came as tourists, didn't we? "

"Well, I didn't say it will be easy, but......"

"....some detective job for a change?" the Sith now grinned.

[Ra]

"Quite a bit of insight into the matter," the pistol-holding figure commented, after viewing the fembot's report. The blonde android had been tailgating them the entire time.

"Yes, he did manage to find something out from the Tau'ri," Baal noted. He then looked to a crewman in a black uniform, and said, "You. I want them."

Suddenly, three blue lights appeared in front of Baal, materializing into Ra, Galadriel, and Ellen, who looked particularly frightened.

"What the hell?!" she shuddered.

"Asgard transporters," Ra laughed. "Gotta love 'em."

The Goa'uld then noticed Baal, and his expression went grim.

"So we meet again, old friend," Baal smirked. "You weren't expecting me, I take it?"

"I suppose not," Ra huffed.

"So, you're trapped here too," Baal laughed. "Strange things going on, the very world seeming to change in the blink of an eye..."

"Yes, this is not the Earth I left before returning to Heliopolis. It is strange, and all the loot I had hoped to gain is lost."

"And ours," the shadowy figure added flatly. He then stepped forward, revealing himself to be a man with a shaved head, and goatee.

"Where Baal goes, Kane follows," Ra quipped.

"It's hard to do business when the very planet you were working with suddenly vanishes," Kane smirked. "But, this is a whole new world, with new... possibilities. Thousands of companies are exploiting Goa'uld, Ancient, Guardian, and Imperial technology left on the planet after the war. This Earth, on the other hand, is just like the pre-war world, save some insignificant changes. Here, we can start with a clean slate, and corner the market in... everything."

"Good for you," Ra chuckled.

"But the point remains that things have changed, and I want to get to the bottom of it. You're looking for allies, and so am I."

"We've worked together before," Ra confessed.

"Can we... trust this man?" Ellen asked cautiously.

"He's a Goa'uld, Ellen. Of course you can't trust him!"

Baal smiled ironically.

"Where are we, anyway?" Ellen asked, glancing around at the stark gray bulkheads that surrounded her.

"You're aboard the Revelation, my private warship," Kane intoned.

"More correctly, you're in orbit," Baal laughed, raising the shutter over a large viewport. Earth could be seen outside.

"Somebody pinch me, this is getting too fucked up."

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Aboard Death Star Three....

Admiral Ronald McKenzie had just finished a lunch with Lord Detritus as an officer came and brought some papers to sign. As he finished signing, he suddenly got an idea, "ah, Lieutenant, while you were here, could you forward the yesterday's meeting result to Earth's Imperial Center?"

"Excuse me, Sir?"

Slightly irritated, McKenzie repeated the order.

The officer was now baffled, "excuse me, Sir. But there is no Imperial Center on Earth."

"What are you talking about?"

"With all respect, Sir, while I would be more than happy to see an Imperial Center on Earth, Earth has always been independent since the we repelled Dalek invasion."

"What are you talking about," McKenze was getting incensed, "since Darth Kreshna retook Earth back from the Asgardians during the Guardian War, Earth has always been a part of the Empire. Granted we seceeded for some time, but now Darth Kreshna is part of the Empire again. And what Dalek invasion are you talking about???"

The officer was totally perplexed now, "I don't know if the war against the Daleks is ever called 'Guardian War', but of course we all know about the Daleks invasion, Sir. It was a year ago when we allied with the Goa'ulds and the Borg to repel the Daleks, and the Borg was totally exterminated........"

McKenzie could not say anything. "Dismiss, Lieutenant," he eventually spoke while staring blankly.

He then stared at Lord Detritus, as if looking for help.






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OOC: Since Jon has implied that the Earth is a different Earth than the one on the Phoenix War, then I guess it would be nice to have some DC Comic's Crisis On Infinite Earths plot; some people remember certain history, while others remember a very much different history at all. And this phenomenon started from Earth and its surroundings.

[Narsil]

"Sir!"

"Yes, ensign," Narsil replied, "what is it?"

"We're picking up a surprising signal from earth."

"What kind of signal?" Narsil raised an eyebrow, making himself look like a vulcan.

"Timelord."

"Impossible!"

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Delta-331 Asteroid Belt, somewhere in A'millan space.....

Inside a small airtight building marked 'Kuat Mining Corporation', Corrin Trever were whistling to fend off boredom. It was a slow drilling operation he had been supervising. These particular asteroids were pretty much delicate, and it needed a slow, well-pinpointed drilling to ensure optimal extraction.

Corrin Trever, 37, was one of many Imperial expatriates in A'millan Star Empire. Since Lord Adam and Darth Kreshna signed the latest trade and economic agreement six months ago, more and more Imperial corporations like Kuat Drive Yard and Xizor Transit System have been increasing their investment in A'millan.

He was alone, of course; everything around him were droids and automated equipments. But no matter how advanced the robotics and automaton technology of the Empire, it still needs a human judgement -a mining engineer's judgement- in order to perform such successful operation. That's why he was here, alone on an empty but rich asteroid.

The engineer watched the consoles, then stared at the sky outside the window. He then looked at the gigantic drilling tower out there; the only thing that emanated sign of life on this otherwise lifeless asteroid. The drilling machine hummed. If there was air, the ambient sound of the machine could be heard.

Since an asteroid had no atmosphere, Corrin can see the stars clearly. He took a peek at the consoles again. Three more hours and he could get some rest. He took a look at the stars again, smiled.

Only there were no stars on the sky.

The mining engineer blinked few times. Maybe I'm just too tired, he thought. He sighed with relief when he saw the stars again.

Corrin walked to the coffee machine, then made a cup for himself. As he started to sip it, he dropped the cup to the floor.

The sky was totally dark, with no stars. Again.

Does it really matter whether there are stars or not? The engineer thought to himself while kept trying to make rationalizations despite all his attempt to be indifferent. Probably the stars are dim but I've just never noticed it all the time. Probably there is a big celestial object out there blocking the stars. Probably I've been too tired and start hallucinating. Probably....

But the scene out there remained unchanged. A completely dark, starless sky.


And while the engineer stared at the pitch black sky, it seemed as if the whole blackness was moving, pulsating, twirling, as if alive. A peculiar-looking sky that was neither solid nor intangible. As Corrin started to hear a monotonous, subtle, yet blasphemous and unearhty piping noise that sounded as if directly from within his head, he started to question his own soberness. Yet the peculiarity of the situation did not end, as the twirling blackness seemed to stare back at him.

And while all the madness ensued, Corrin felt an unexplained, intangible fear that crept through his spine as he was sure he heard a series of thumpings which were not from the drilling equipment; a dark, gelatinous, accursed thumping sound as if something in cyclopean size was treading around and unseen.

Amidst his panic, he accessed the communicator and tried to contact the foreman droid, but nobody answered his call. Only the subtle, accursed, insane piping and the blasphemous and gelatinous thumping.

As the insanity continued, Corrin was seeing various odd things that he should have not seen considering the physical state of his surrounding; peculiar, blasphemeous views and moments that even the Oans refused to see according to their taboo, let alone the less advanced civilizations that followed them. But who were the Oans? Who was Krona? What was the Green Lantern Corps? Who was the Anti-Monitor? The Phoenix was Darth Kreshna, but what was Azathoth? Cthulhu? The Gate Known As Yog-Sothoth? But how did he know all those names?

But did that all matter, as the rebirth and destruction of the universe ensued repeatedly before his eyes? But was there really a "universe" as he and every other sentient had imagined all the time, or only an expanding mass of chaos which originated from the nucleus that shielded in the book Necronomicon with the name Azathoth?

But what is Necronomicon? How did he know that? But did it matter? Did it matter as the A'millan ruler Lord Adam and the Imperial Sith Inquisitor Darth Kreshna were now locked in a mortal lightsaber battle against each other before the engineer's very eyes, until the two figures then melted and morphed into a dark statue of Ra? Did it matter as he seen Lord Walper of Borg was tormented in the surreal realm of flesh and metal? Did it matter as Corrin now saw the screaming soul of infants of every sentient beings that would never be born in the future because they became the celestial form of the Phoenix instead? Did it matter that he saw Darth Kreshna was now losing his human physique, as the human form was slowly merging with the Phoenix's fiery aura? Did it matter as the Lady Galadriel -a political figure of the Goa'uld that Corrin had known from the news- was now holding a dagger and a chalice amidst the Nuclear of Chaos That Is Azathoth?



Few hours have passed when the foreman droid entered the office and found an old man -a very old man with white long hair and beard- sprawling on the floor while laughing maniacally. The old man wore a Kuat Mining Corporation field uniform. Later DNA identification confirmed that he was Corrin Trever.




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OOC: Cthulhu fhtagn! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iaaaa!!! Shub-Niggurrath!!!

[Ra]

"And how did you get ahold of your own starship, Kane?" Ra laughed. "This ship looks so... bland, and boring. Where are the torches, and carpets? The throne, and the beautiful women to feed you grapes?"

Galadriel can only roll her eyes.

"We found this ship under construction on our Earth, at the place known as Area 51. It's a big part of the Stargate program," Kane explained. "This was the sister ship of the Prometheus, but it was never finished due to a design flaw. One which my engineers, using some handy Imperial technology, fixed. The SGC then decided to build the Daedalus-class instead."

"Wasn't the Prometheus destroyed by some backwater primitives not too long after the war ended?" Ra laughed.

"Indeed it was, thus why I value this ship so much... I'm quite fond of collecting rare things, and now... this ship is one of a kind."

"This ship is also far more powerful than Prometheus. It's been armed naquada-enhanced nukes, like their Daedalus. However, they're the same kind developed for the Aurora," Baal grinned. "And, I believe I heard the technician make mention of... ion cannons."

"Sounds like my kind of ship," Ra evilly smiled. "Say, whatever happened to the Aurora?"

"It's like the world's been turned upside down," Ellen muttered. "Secret organizations draft me to kill a wizard, now alternate worlds and American starships and nukes, people posing as gods, I think I'm going mad!"

"Will someone shut that girl up?" Kane sighed. He then took aim with his gold-plated pistol, and took the safety off.

"KANE!"

Ellen's eyes went wide, and almost instinctively, her hands reached towards the weapon, her fingers tightening, as if grasping for something. Ellen's thoughts turned toward removing the weapon from his hands, as quickly as possible. Suddenly, the pistol in Kane's hand began to glow red hot, until the man dropped it with a shout, grasping his burned hand in anger. Ellen's response had only taken a matter of seconds.

"What the hell?!"

"She's a sorceress, or so she claims," Ra intoned. "Through my misadventures with Galadriel here, I believe it, too."

Ellen said nothing, only gasped for air. Kane stared her down, and then said, "Maybe she'll be of some use afterall."

"Getting to the point, what now?"

"Getting back on terra firma might be nice," Ellen commented.

"Not yet, Tau'ri," Baal intoned.

"Yes," Ra agreed. "We need to seek out our old friends. This Tau'ri bucket have a hyperdrive?"

"An Asgard hyperdrive," replied Baal.

"Hell, yeah. We should go for A'millian Prime. I want to see what the Lord and Lady have to say about this."

"For once, logic does not escape you," Galadriel smiled. "That is the best course of action."

Ellen, who had a very worried look on her face, couldn't help but sit down at an abandoned console. She didn't know what the buttons or screens did, nor did she care. She only wanted off that ship.

The Revelation's twin engines flared, and the ship rapidly broke orbit, soon flying past the moon. Her hyperdrive opened a window in space ahead, and the ship then zipped through the window, vanishing entirely.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

The Revelation's twin engines flared, and the ship rapidly broke orbit, soon flying past the moon. Her hyperdrive opened a window in space ahead, and the ship then zipped through the window, vanishing entirely.

As the ship was traversing through hyperspace, little did its passenger know that something blasphemeus and sinister was watching them.

But would words like "sinister" and "watching" have been accurate at all, since the being previously described was hardly human at all, or could hardly described by every sentients in every known multiverses?

As the one -or "the Ones", as it could be a more accurate quantification- "watched" the starship and its passenger, "they" continued to tread among the stars of the known and unknown universe, leaving marks that were insignificant to themselves but bending the very fabric of the universe as an Imperial mining engineer named Corrin Trever had witnessed.


And when the stars were right, they -who were unspoken and unseen- would return.

They would return.


And that would be the multiple death and rebirth of the known and unknown universe -as well as the death and rebirth of the manifestation of all living energy of the sentient which known as The Phoenix.

[Narsil]

"Where is the Timelord signal coming from, ensign?" Narsil asked quietly, "And can you pinpoint the main location on the holograph?"

"It's coming from the city, bearing 42-47-69, from a TARDIS." the ensign said, and after a few minutes of her manipulation of the controls, the holographic projector displayed an image which instantly brought a wide grin to Narsil's face.

"A Police Box!"

"Sir?"

"It looks like there's a Doctor in the house, Ensign." Narsil chuckled, "An old friend of mine."

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

"It looks like there's a Doctor in the house, Ensign." Narsil chuckled, "An old friend of mine."

While he chuckles, the hologram was replaced by something else; something that was not originated from the sensors of Narsil's ship. Something that just appeared beyond their control; a peculiar disturbance that they did know how and why it appeared.

The first is an intangible man in certain uniform who was aging in such rate that his change was observable. The man who was certainly oblivious to the people in the ship was laughing maniacally. On his uniform's chest there was a name tag which read 'Corrin Trever'.

But it did not take long, as the intangible apparition changed into a scene depicting a massive battle of many heroes against a gigantic, dark figure. A peculiar, awkward-looking battle scene as it was played backwards. Narsil recognized one of the hero wore a blue-red uniform, a red cape, as well as a big 'S' symbol on his chest.

Shortly after, the battle scene then changed into another apparition of a man. As oblivious and intangible as previous, this man wore a set of clothes that Earth historian would identify as ancient Arabian clothes. This man's clothes, however, was torn out in many places. The Arabian man was holding a book with an ancient writing on its cover, which certain people would recognize it as Kitab Al-Azif that would have been later known as the accursed Necronomicon. The scene ended unpleasantly as the Arabian man was screaming and flailing his limbs wildly, and suddenly disappeared piece by piece as if being devoured by something unseen.

And eventually, all the apparitions ended.

[Narsil]

"Okay," the faerie grimaced as he spoke aloud, "I want you all to try and forget what you just saw, I've got to go and speak with the Doctor as soon as possible, something grave has just come to my attention."

The faerie arcanist vanished from the bridge of the ship instantly via his own teleportation skills, reappearing in the same backalley as the Doctor's blue TARDIS. He walked up to the door and knocked several times, waiting for an answer, "Doctor, are you in there?"

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Nemes VI was a small planet within the Goa'uld space whose status had been disputed between Ra and Baal. Neither its population nor economy was quite significant within the Goa'uld Empire, but the pride of those two lords was.

But today, it seemed that it wouldn't really matter anymore.

Never had before the population of Nemes VI ever felt a peculiar sense of anxiousness, slowly followed by creeping, unspoken fear as their sky started to covered in pitch black. A starless sky which slowly developed into a twirling chaos accompanied by inhuman, blasphemous, accursed piping noise and a hint of drumming sound which was not like anything they had ever heard, or sensed, before.

Global chaos ensued as each and every single sentient populating the planet growed into insanity. Some of them started hurting themselves in most gruesome manner possible, as others found themselves laughing and wailing maniacally with no apparent reason. What was more peculiar was that there were people who mentioned strange and unspoken names which had never been heard before; blasphemeous names like 'Azzatat', 'Yoggg-Sot', and 'Nyar-la-thotep'.

But soon, it all did not matter anymore, as the whole planet was swallowed by the twirling chaos and the insanity; the blobbish maelstorm which was intangible and tangible with a hint of pulsating nucleus on its center.


And soon, Nemes VI was no more.

[Ra]

A window in hyperspace tore open over the pristine world of A'millian Prime, as the Revelation blasted out of hyperspace. Immediately, a vessel roughly resembling a Galaxy-class starship arced slowly around, moving in to investigate the new arrival.

"We're being signalled," a Nod officer advised.

"Then open a channel," Baal said nonchalantly.

"Unidentified ship, this is the A'millian battleship Valiance. State your intentions, and identify yourself."

"This is the vessel Revelation," Baal said in his Goa'uld voice. "You don't need to know why we're-"

"This is the Lady Galadriel," the Elf said, glaring at Baal. "I must speak with the Lord and Lady at once."

"Of course, m'lady," the captain answered. "They're at a meeting at the moment, but you may beam down to the palace."

Galadriel then looked over at the Nod officer, who began working the transporter controls. Ellen crossed her arms, and said, "Here we go again."

[Narsil]

"Bloody idiot!" Narsil hissed to himself, "He's never in his bloody TARDIS!"

He heard laughing coming from around the corner, and turned to see the arrival of a young woman in her late teens or early twenties. She was arm-in-arm with a brown-haired man wearing a not-so-stylish pinstripe suit, trainers (sneakers, for those not from Britain) and a large overcoat. If that wasn't the Doctor, Narsil wasn't sure who was. He must have regenerated since they last met.

"Alastrann!" the man exclaimed cheerfully, "How've you been?"

That confirmed it; "Doctor!" Narsil chuckled, "I've been fine thank you, and how have you been?"

"Regenerated half-a-dozen times but other than that I'm fine."

Narsil laughed, "And who might this little lady be?"

"I'm Rose," the blonde answered, "who might this be, Doctor?"

"I'm Narsil, or Alastrann, if you prefer," he replied glancing at the sky somewhat, "shall we be getting inside the TARDIS, I have a feeling that it'll be raining soon."

[Narsil]

"I like what you've done with the place," Narsil remarked of the TARDIS' new interior, "much better than that old silver-grey that you used to-" The sound of an alert klaxon cut him off, one which sounded oddly like a mix of a telephone ring and a bleeper.

"Hmm, we're being called, but by who?" the Doctor said, raising an eyebrow and switching on the communication system, "Hello, who is this?"

"We need your help," the communication said bluntly, yet seemingly trying to maintain an aura of secrecy, the voice itself had no gender and was muffled somewhat by some kind of voice-changer, "someone was kidnapped, a member of our agency, we need you to track them down."

"We'll need a clue of some sort," the Doctor remarked, "it'll be like searching for half a needle in every haystack on earth otherwise."

"Asgard hyperdrive," came the response, "now go, quickly."

The communication system switched off.

"Friendly bunch," Rose remarked sarcastically.

"It looks like a trip to the Victory is in order.

"Ah yes," the Doctor said, working the control of his vessel, "we'll be there in no time, just sit back."

The TARDIS' central column began moving and glowing. Suddenly, Narsil felt a sudden but brief feeling of vertigo as the TARDIS dematerialised and rematerialised somewhere close. He walked out the door to see the main hangar deck of his own vessel.

"Come on in," he laughed, "make yourselves at home while I get to work."

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Meanwhile, on A'millan Prime....

While Ra's ship landed, Irene and Kreshna was having a small meal in a cafe at the Lord Adam International Spaceport. They were dissappointed as their initial investigation was fruitless. The A'millan authorities have been highly secretive regarding to the incident. Even the insurance investigators from Xizor Spacelines had not been allowed yet to see the highly secured shuttle.

".....as if they're hiding something...."

"Agree. But remember though, we are here as civilians; we don't even have the authority to investigate the case. The only way they would allow us to even see the shuttle is by a letter of approval from Lord Adam himself. Alas, Adam had been denying any audiences since this morning."

"It seems something toubles him so much, doncha' think, darling?"

The Sith Inquisitor nodded, then exhaled in frustration.

"It doesn't seem that he'll ever allow a Star Destroyer investigating the shuttle's hyperspace exist, I guess."

"Not even a corvette. The A'millan had conceded so much in the recent Open Trade Agreement, and A'millan students have been demonstrating heavily in front of Imperial Embassy here. I don't think Lord Adam -unless it's another threat to the universe- is willing to make another concession, no matter how close we are in personal level."

"Being an economic superpower is not always nice. Even when we come with good will, there's always people who mistaken our intention."

"'Imperial investment is killing local businesses'; I know what you mean."

Eventually, the Sith rose from his chair, "there's nothing more for us here, hun. How about going to the Royal Square and clear our head?"

"You mean shopping?" Irene smiled with excitement.

"Clothes for you, electronics for me," the Sith Inquisitor winked. Fuck Imperial tax bureaucrats, he then thought, electronics here are always cheaper than those on Coruscant.

As Irene and Kreshna walked outside the Spaceport, they spotted familiar figures waiting for Taxi. One was an Egyptian-looking teenager -which was actually older than he looked-, another was a regal-looking lady with pointed ears. They were accompanied by an unknown bald man and another lady who was looked like a sorcerres of some sort.

Irene was the one who noticed them first. She then waved her hands in excitement, "Galadriel! Ra!! Over here!"

[Ra]

"Ah, so I see I'm not going mad," Ra muttered.

"Not that you weren't already," Galadriel muttered, smiling. "Well met once again, Irene. I have not seen you in so long."

"So... couldn't help but overhear that you can't investigate anything because your government won't give you the proper authority," Ra stated. "Well, over in Goa'uld space, I kinda am the government, so perhaps I can help? Gotta love dictatorships."

Darth Kreshna can't help but roll his eyes.

"A cloaked Tel'tak can get in and do some investigating for you, hmm?"

"Be reasonable, just once," Galadriel sighed. "You were never on the best of terms with the A'millians, sneaking around their space with cloaked ships could mean war."

"Yes, after *I* saved their asses time and again during the war, and after we *all* worked together to produce the Aurora, they'd be so unwilling as to declare war on us. Fucking politicians."

Ellen waited for the Goa'uld to stop ranting, and said, "Hey, Galadriel. I might be able to take a look at that shuttle they were talking about."

"Can't look at it, hon, no one is allowed near it," Irene reminded her.

Ellen smiled, and said, "I don't need to get near it."

[Narsil]

"We've traced the Asgard signal to a distant planet, sir, A'millian Prime."

"Excellent, cloak the ship and take us there with all speed," Narsil replied calmly, "scan the system; we have work to do."

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

"So... couldn't help but overhear that you can't investigate anything because your government won't give you the proper authority," Ra stated. "Well, over in Goa'uld space, I kinda am the government, so perhaps I can help? Gotta love dictatorships."

Darth Kreshna can't help but roll his eyes....

...then replied, "um, it is A'millan government, actually. Had it happened in Imperial Space, I would have sufficient authority to investigate. But you're right, I kinda am not the government; Sate Pestage is. Or the Senate. Gotta love democracy....."

"Palpatine ain't no better either...." Irene reminded him. Darth Kreshna went silence. He actually believed in Palpatine's regime, and held the Emperor in high regard. That was, until the closing events of the Guardian War, when he discovered the true nature of his Emperor and Sith Master.

Ellen smiled, and said, "I don't need to get near it."

"Surely you won't try such spell here in public, will you?" Darth Kreshna anxiously looked around their surroundings. Even now, journalists and papparazis had been noticing those political figures and wondering why a Goa'uld System Lord, an Elfin Advisor, an Imperial Sith Lord, and an Imperial Military Counselor were doing here in Lord Adam's International Spaceport without proper diplomatic welcoming. Camera flashed around them as questions were frantically asked.

"Lord Ra! Rumors said that your rival Baal is unhappy with the recent trade agreement with the Empire. Is that true?"

"Lady Galadriel, do you share the anti-Empire economic sentiments as rumored?"

"Darth Kreshna. Is that true you are here just for vacation? Or this is something to do with the recent boycott of Imperial products?"

"No comment," Kreshna hissed to a journalist as they hurriedly walked to the rented limousine. As Irene eventually sat, she mumbled, "I missed the day when I was just a Stormtrooper...."

Darth Kreshna stared disapprovingly at Ra and Galadriel, "hey, no offense you two, but do you really have to wear ceremonial outfit everywhere you go? Oh, by the way sorry for my lack of manner, my name is Kreshna, and this is my wife Irene," he introduced himself to Ra and Galadriel's companions.

Ellen -the sorceress- greeted them warmly, but the bald man introduced himself in cold manner, "my name is Kane."

Kreshna frowned again, but dismissed it. Irene asked, "so what are you doing here on Adam International Spaceport?"

Galadriel made a brief explanation, then eventually she closed, "actually we were supposed to beam down directly to A'millan Royal Palace, but something just changed; the palace butler said Lord and Lady Adam were not to be disturbed."

"Funny," Irene muttered, then she and Kreshna stared at each other. She then briefed the party all the peculiar experience during the flight, as well as the indication of time distortion.

"...we believe other passengers should have experienced the same. Alas, we haven't got the chance to confirm with them. Not to mention the A'millan authority have refused to give us the passenger list." Darth Kreshna added to Irene's explaination.

"You mean you didn't have the chance to get acquainted with other passengers at all during the flight?" Ra interjected.

"No. We were, uh, too busy with ourself," the Sith replied with uneasiness. Irene blushed. Galadriel's eyes widened.

The rented limousine eventually arrived at Royal Hotel. "I don't know what you think, but I think it will be better if we casts the spell here instead of A'millan palace. Lord and Lady Adam seem to be..... very occupied." Galadriel nodded.

After Ra's party checked in and their bags have been taken care of, they all gathered together in Darth Kreshna's presidential suite. Irene put a 'Don't Disturb' sign on the door, then locked it from the inside. Darth Kreshna nodded, "alright, Ma'am. It is safe now if you want to casts the necessary spell to look what happened to the shuttle."

Galadriel made a protective circle as Ellen started casting the spell, while Darth Kreshna lit his Phoenix Aura just in case. Everybody now held their breath, anticipating any possible horror they may discover from the spell......

Concentrating on the matter, little did they knew that a TARDIS ship was scanning them from orbit.

[Ra]

Focusing inwardly, Ellen made a slight motion with her hand. An odd look came onto Ellen's face, and she said nothing.

"Lemme guess, your magic doesn't work?" Ra muttered.

Ellen didn't answer, but then probed deeper, twisting magical energies even more, her hands moving as if clasping at something.

"It's obvious, whatever caused... the time... warp... whatever you said, this shuttle flew right through it. There was a being nearby, of incredible power," she explained.

"How powerful?" Ra muttered.

"A demigod, perhaps greater."

"What did you see?" Galadriel inquired.

Ellen answered, "There was no way to see what the being was, but clearly, it was causing whatever things the passengers saw."

Irene then said, "Then obviously, we need to find the passengers, like I said before. If only we..."

"All we need is the manifest, then Baal can scan from orbit," Kane intoned.

"Well, then what are we standing around for? We need a hacker."

"This isn't Earth, hackers aren't likely to be easily found," Galadriel noted.

"And what was that, anyway, Ellen? Where was the 'huba juba kuba' stuff?" Ra fussed.

"I'm a sorceress, we work with raw magic, rather than spells," Ellen explained. "Mages work with spells."

"Well, even so, we might still be caught."

"Unless we made a wrong turn, and ended up in Athkatla..." an aide muttered.

"Knowing how jacked up the universe is, we might have, for all we know," Ra huffed.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

OOC: um, Jon? They were already in the Hotel suite with a big 'Don't Disturb' sign on the door. They didn't need to walk away from public view.

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"All we need is the manifest, then Baal can scan from orbit," Kane intoned.

"Well, then what are we standing around for? We need a hacker."

"This isn't Earth, hackers aren't likely to be easily found," Galadriel noted.

"And what was that, anyway, Ellen? Where was the 'huba juba kuba' stuff?" Ra fussed.

"I'm a sorceress, we work with raw magic, rather than spells," Ellen explained. "Mages work with spells."

"Well, even so, we might still be caught."

"Unless we made a wrong turn, and ended up in Athkatla..." an aide muttered.

"Knowing how jacked up the universe is, we might have, for all we know," Ra huffed.

"Whoa, hold on. You mean there was something in the cargo that caused all those shits we experienced?" Darth Kreshna interjected.

"And whatever it is, it was being sent to A'millan Prime. But by who? And for whom?"

Suddenly the door knocked. Impolitely, and abruptly. Kreshna opened the door and was highly irritated, "didn't you read the big fucking 'DON'T FUCKING DISTURB' sign on the fucking door?"

But what behind the door totally caught them in surprise.

A man; an old man in black overcoat with white hair who was smoking a Morley cigarette. "You! But you have been dead!!"



After a moment of silence, The Cigarette-Smoking Man spoke.

"There are things that even older than the Guardians. Things that were beyond comprehension, unseen, and unspoken. I would never try to investigate them if I were you, for your sanity would be unable to comprehend them."

"Are you trying to stop us? You are a traitor and a criminal, Mr. Spender. Had we are in Imperial Space, I would have you arrested and tried for treason."

"Ah, the Phoenix. But even with your near-omnipotence, do you really think you could handle the horror that is coming upon us?"

"No, but I can still have you executed, Mr. Spender. And trust me I can."

"You don't understand, do you? Why do you think Palpatine found the Majestic 12 on the first place? Exploiting Guardian technology just for the sake of it? Why he made you the Phoenix, to make you his Vessel of Omnipotence later? 'And From The Ashes Of The Multiverses, A New God Shall Raise'. Do you really believe he went through all the trouble to make himself The New God just for having a blast?"

"Considering his power-hungry nature, he could have done it." Irene replied coldly.

"You don't understand at all, do you? The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. They have treaded the multiverses and worlds, invisible and unseen. And now, there is nothing can stop them. The truth, Stormtrooper, is out there."

With those words, he left.



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