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Resting in my current favorite chair, eyes closed basking in the mid-morning sunlight. A nice spring morning in Colorado, and a slight breeze ruffles the mane wrapped around my neck. A slight shiver runs down my spine not out of fear or trepidation, but out of sheer elation. Wondering how the meeting will turn out in the coming hours. 'We didn't say when just today' mentality slapped me self thinking I may or may not have to be waiting for the next few hours. Letting a low tired wine out of the back of my throat.
Bringing my hands to my eyes I rub the sleepiness out of them. Not needing sleep anymore is great and all, but I prefer to sleep the regular schedule I had before my 'shift'. Thinking over this world is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I am not limited to one planet's accumulation of Mana, but the 'known' galaxy. A low chuckle makes its way through my throat; because I know better though there is this galaxy, the Wraith galaxy, and the O...O something galaxy.
Thinking over the so-called 'higher power' sneering at the thought of the collection of dullards who could not even think outside of the box to save their skin. Ascended my ass and got rid of the best part of life the flesh. Thinking it over 'they haven't got laid in what a few million years no wonder they have a stick up their ass'. Wondering when they come for me not if it is exciting.
The curse of this galaxy is because of how dreadfully boring it will be to go from planet to planet seeding my connections to them. Letting out a low hum thinking over my current creations and how to evolve them higher. Speed is a given, stealth is also a given, and finally slight adaptability. Pulling out a notepad and pen to write down my thoughts on the matter. Closing my eyes for a second 'If the SGC does not comply with me I will not kill them they are beneath me now. Blinking a few times wondering where that last part came from. Seems my ego is growing with my powers, need to keep that in check before I end up in a comic DC world and have Darkie and his pet rape goddess after these cheeks.
Taking a deep breath fighting down the urge to just go ahead and planeswalker the fuck out of this verse. Closing my eyes thinking back to my plan of treating this life of mine like I did the Pokémon games, over-preparation is the name of the game for me now. Not caring if I take a hundred or even a thousand years in preparation for my next jump. Not even sure if I can control where and when I appear. Caution is the name of my game.
Feeling deeper inside of myself reaching toward my ever-growing pool of mana feeling the connection between myself, and my Mana deepening even further the more I gather. Pulling more Blue and Black Mana from the wellspring driving it toward my brain. Feeling it enter, letting out a shuddered breath as I feel my thoughts become more goal orientated. My thoughts become more clear. All the while I feel a tiny push in the back of my mind giving me options on the most effective ways to eliminate any obstacle in my current path which happens to be the SGC. Mind control, eliminate the top brass, kill everyone who takes their knowledge, or.... pausing that thought pulling back looking over the options again coming from the back of my mind. Looking back I should have guessed that this would happen by using Black Mana the very definition of amorality.
Going through my memories I notice that the Black Mana has not changed what I view. Instead, it changed from 'why would I not help' to 'could I get more from them or their corpses? It simply is giving its unbiased options on the subject at hand. It detected my sense of empathy for the current goal of how to gain the keys to the universe and a massive boost in power. Thinking it over I gain nothing from the SGC or this world if I help them; except weapons and technology that they will eventually attempt to turn against me. It is the way humans fear what they will perceive as exceptionally powerful beings. They will expect a price if I help they may or may not deliver. Running different scenarios through my head I come up with several solutions to gain the keys to the kingdom so to speak.
Going over the list I widdle it down to three plans the first is the cooperate with the SGC while helping them regain their perceived 'civilization'. Not being able to help and sneering at the thought. Thinking it over the chance of them eventually coming back after I help the asking me to surrender to them is high if they are in contact with their 'leaders'. Letting out a hollow chuckle at the thought of them trying anything against me. Though SG1 could pull some bull shit out of their ass like a random box that traps cosmic entity's that they found below a port-potty the day they decide to go against me.
That may happen even though I know any space-related traps would not hold me for more than a second. All I would need to do is enter my dimension and then go back to earth.
The second and preferred way to deal with this situation is to go to Antarctica and grab the second or 'beta' gate, and weapons platform from the ancients. Surging blue mana through my head I can feel memories rushing back to me my mind becomes a book all I need to do is go through it and find the information I am looking for.
The third way to deal with current problems is to mind control all essential personnel and kill the rest. Thinking over several ways of mind control. I could create a creature like a humanoid mind-slayer to take over the base without shots fired. I could create a virus to place everyone into a coma before using the spare personnel to practice mind control on humans.
While my thoughts come to an end I look up and see the sun cresting toward the middle of the sky signaling noonish time. Feeling a slight pull I look over to my right at my titan seeing him incline his head toward the entrance with the half-melted door. He proceeds to send me a few images of ten people coming out of the elevator. SG1, General Hammond, and five security personnel came toward the entrance in front of me.
Coming back to myself I open a portal and bring out five metal folding chairs and a plastic party table for them to use. Not going to make them comfortable seeing as this is a meeting between non-allied, non-cooperating forces as of yet.
As they make their way toward me I can practically smell the desperation and anxiety flowing off of them. If I thought that they looked bad below ground. Above ground looking over their still slightly greasy hair, hastily trimmed faces, and bags under their eyes. The most noticeable point about them judging by their sickly pale skin is the lack of sunlight or Vitamin-D deficiency, and possible lack of iron in their diets.
When they got closer I am glad they cleaned up and do not smell like sweaty balls and unwashed cooch anymore. As they get closer I see a couple of them frown slightly at the sight of me and their chairs. Jack unable to keep his mouth shut speaks up first "Any more like your recliners available? Bad knee and all?" His voice tails off at the tightening of my eyes. "Nevermind, forget I said anything" he finished with a small frown on his face that was replaced with a neutral look. Inclining my head a little I motion toward the five chairs on the opposite side of the small plastic table before me.
Looking them over as they proceeded to unpack their folders and the guards that came with them spread out preparing in case the worse happens. Fighting down a smile a the cute display before me I remain impartial before steeping my fingers all the while gently rocking back and forth. After they are finished getting comfortable at the desk and metal folding chairs. We stare at each other I can tell with each passing second they are all getting nervous with the lingering silence. Neither party is willing to back down.
After what seemed like hours but was only minutes; Daniel can't hold the sneeze he is been fighting for the last fifteen seconds. After a few deep breaths he finally lets out a slightly exaggerated sneeze into the handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.
After a few seconds, longer of silence Hammond lets out a slight cough into his fist before speaking up. "Thank you for meeting us as you met yesterday I am Gen. George Hammond. Down the line is Teal'c, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, and Daniel Jackson." As he spoke you can feel the bone-deep weirdness flowing off of him. He stuttered when it came to military rank. Humming in the back of my mind storing that for later.
They all look over at me expectantly waiting for me. "Pleasure meeting you all. My name is Jake for now you may address me as such." speaking lowly but no less intimidating I can see their chest rattled ever so slightly as I spoke looking each of them in the eyes as I did. Jack and Teal'c are the only two stone-faced of the group. I would think George is holding himself up well enough in the current predicament. Judging by the smell of sweat and fear coming from the last seven of the group they wish they had more preparation time. Well, time to see if I have a silver tongue still according to my ex least.
Showing a little more teeth than was healthy for their hearts making them whiten a little further "let us get down to business." Speaking while going over arguments and counter-argument. Even preparing to kill them all not knowing the damage that would be caused to my mind with the first murder in my last life and this one.
George looks around at his group around him getting nods from the rest and taking one last look at the titan stationed around with his Zombies. "We surrender." With that statement all plans and plots I have been coming up with screech to a halt only words coming to mind spilling past my lips out of my traitorous mouth "What?" George takes another breath "We surrender to you." I can see his eyes and the defeat behind him. He is not doing this for his skin but for the people below us. I let out a sigh and rub my eyes muttering "did not see this coming."
A/N: sorry for the delay been practically bedridden the last two days hope you all enjoy this chapter still not at 100% but getting there. Hope you enjoyed and had a good weekend.
Also if you see any grammar mistakes let me know will be going through and re-reading my story looking for errors no beta for me. Have a good day
AA/N: Boom done again spell check confirmed