Booty, all the Booty
Keeping certain thoughts a bay, I force myself to keep busy while waiting on the complete assimilation of the uninhabited worlds was boring, so I made several creatures. Looking down at the recently sculpted flesh I can not help but shudder. Sending a small jolt of mana. He stands up just short of my size, with long strong arms, sunken brown eyes, and skin black as night. I am sorry John handsome, Georgia Prison system, and Tom Dubois I made him stronger. "...Hello Niggua, when can I go get me some... booty?" Fighting back a shudder I stare into the dead brown eyes of the newest creation. Swallowing down the reaching bile 'why did I make him?' Questioning my life choices up until this moment. Coughing into my hand I look over my newest creation The Booty Warrior. "Well, Booty not at this moment. So if you like I can put you into stasis until the time for... Booty comes." Watching him give me a gap-toothed smile "Well hell niggua that's all ya had to say. I am coming booty." Hastily grabbing blue mana and pushing down his mind into suspended animation as quickly as possible. Looking over the slumped-over man. Chuckling for a few moments "Poor fuckers whoever I unleash you upon." Grinning before I call in some Skeletons.
Looking over the sheet in front of me with the list of his abilities Split, Superhuman strength, Inhuman speed, and regeneration. Split the ability to create independent copies of himself after he is attacked not damaged attacked fuck, the more he is attacked the longer the clones last. The last ability gives him the ability to regrow limbs.
After having finished reviewing the spreadsheet of abilities I go over my process of creating him. It boiled down to Will, Power, and Imagination. To force my will, shape my Imagination, and Power the creations with my mana for new abilities. So that is the simplest explanation I come up with. Hearing the door open I see a few of my Skeletons enter and grab him placing him into the newest room in my house. I go over to the pad that has a connection to my blob attached to a wrist computer onto my arm. Pressing a few buttons a holographic display pops up. Bringing up a few tabs with planets taken over and assimilated. The next tab is on the number of planets left. Looking over the numbers and the 'Dead Dials' are dead gates that can not be opened or connected to. Giving them a few commands on speeding up the processing of the empty planets.
Watching them leave with Booty I head over to the simple pine desk reaching down and grabbing the top drawer. Looking down into the interior I look at my solution to the Goa'uld. A self-replicating Bioweapon that specifically targeted the genetic signatures of the Goa'uld. After grabbing a few Jaffa and extracting the tiny symbiotic from their pouches it was easy to craft a targeted virus. Thinking over the deaths that this will cause the hosts and Jaffa I do not feel one way or the other about the number of deaths this will cause. Putting it back into the drawer onto the top of the velvet pillow. Debating with myself whether or not to release the virus. Grabbing a piece of paper writes a few ideas onto a piece of paper on how to improve the virus.
Why would I need the Jaffa they are nothing but squishy meat shields and I to have plenty of meat shields. Entering the dimly lit hospital wing of my home I look down at the still catatonic Ancient wondering when she will wake up after all she has been in a coma for weeks. Staring down at her unmoving form and over to the medic Zombies glad I made them because I do not want to be cleaning up her piss and shit. Walking up to the side of her bed I start sending a blue vapor into her nose. This has become a ritual for me at this point. Slowly and surely I am warping her perception making her shift from the strict personality she portrayed in the show into someone more malleable. She shall fit my needs one way or another.
Leaving her still on the bed I enter the kitchen grabbing my early morning coffee fix. Sitting down at the table sinking back into my mind I go over every action I have done up to this point. I have been stupid. Why cooperate with SGC? Nostalgia? Meeting another sentient being whom I could communicate with? Am I lonely?
I could get some slaves, but that would get boring quickly seeing as I will not age past my prime according to the note. I will live for as long as I do not go and try to piss off the concept of death. Maybe not piss off, but go balls deep. What do I want out of this verse? Fuel for my spells and attuning the new Mana? Already been accomplished, as of now, It can be automated no need for me here besides for blood. Every few seconds I feel a connection form to the new land. Where my pool of mana was almost doubling in size every few days leaving me in pain. That was in the beginning now the feeling is almost non-existent tickling the bottom of my balls. Rubbing my face at the thought of going fanboy mode on SGC. Still Aliens... Yea if this was Star-wars cool, but Stargate verse has no sexy species I could go pick up.
Looking over my options 'One I could stay here for the next few months wiping out the Goa'uld, then head to the next system kill the wraith keep a queen as a pet? Two Jump versus going with the flow finding a world where I can find a long-lived companion ship; different types of magic I could get inspired from. Where they can teach me to forge cause this shit is killing me. As of now all I do is make monsters, throw around elemental magic, and fail to create my pimp cane.... hmm where could I end up for two? Skyrim has great Magic, Serana the vampire, tutors for most weapons, Smithing, Enchantments, and Potions. Cons Daedric princes, The divines, Akatosh, Alternate planes that I do not know about with other threats, and other world-ending events. Warcraft for the mentioned above pros and cons with an inter-dimensional chaos insurgence. I will pass. Digging deep for different worlds I can go to and cut loose and I find one, not the best not the worst has four out of five without M. Bal after my ass.
Hmm.... fuck it going easy mode. Prepare them cheeks by hook or crook ill get them. Number two it is. The best place I can think of is... yes that could work if I can enter where and when I want to go I should dominate the whole planet with minimal effort besides a single known goddess with no power besides healing. On top of that, I can put Booty to work...literally, and not feel bad for the cheeks that are gonna get clapped by him. Plus for the verity that is going to be available.
A fire has been lit on my ass for the last few weeks as I start sending out communications to all the connected blobs streamlining and automating the assimilation of the worlds. Along with creating more monsters; more Titans. My original was the tallest with the most bio-matter the rest are at the starting size of twenty feet tall each. I finally got around and made a Moose-woman. The final and newest creation is a dozen Rock elementals with the ability to rearrange the landscape at will. Walking out to my porch I send out through the connection with my creatures calling them all to me. Feeling the ground shake as my elephant comes from the pasture behind the pond. Looking to my right I see Moose-man and Moose-woman coming through the trees. Watching them go from tree to tree with no sounds other than the wind. In only a few moments Everyone is here besides the Booty, blobs, and rats. Sending the information I have available on the world we are heading to which is not very helpful. Besides a few fights, there is bare-bones information. The rattling of bones filled the air as we are surrounded by the Undead minions as far as the eye can see.
Getting positive signals back from the rest of my creations. "Well let us not be kept waiting." Sitting down on the ground I focus on a name picturing a Castle made of Obsidian sitting in a barrel land surrounded by tall mountains with sharp slopes. Getting a feeling back, almost like reaching for your phone in the dark after it fell and turned off. After some fumbling around before 'Hooking' on a world, I pull gaining some resistance as I push more mana into it the calming Blue, The aggressive Red working harder than the rest. A portal opens in front of me; while waiting on it to become stable I send through five titans and a few thousand skeletons along with three Rock Elementals to secure our staging area. Instructing them on who and what to kill. Repeating this process until half of the skeletons are through leaving me with over five hundred thousand skeletons, and fifty-one titans ready to fuck shit up.
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The war is almost over in a few weeks the mercenary band will have killed my old friend turned enemy at the behest of a few nobles. It is a shame that some of her species end up in slavery, but only bad people become slaves the church told me so and they would not lie about that to their Reincarnated Goddess. Alas, she would not listen to reason continually sending her minions against us. I have to protect the people of our alliance.
They are really good subjects giving good advice I should thank them soon. Letting out a weary sigh as I look around my room I head toward the bath passing a few of my female guards and getting low bow showing off the almost non-existent metal that only covers the nipples and the vaginal areas. Dropping my garments onto the tiled floor I proceed to enter the steaming hot bath letting the stress off of my bones.
Looking across me into a mirror I see Emerald reflected, a familiar face surrounded by a curtain of gold sprawled across the marble rests the rest of me is perfection at least that is what the church says. 'Sorry old friend but I must protect my subjects. I hope they kill you quickly without pain.' Feeling a warmth running down my cheek at the thought of an old friend. Even though it has been Seven Hundred years since we last meet.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Sorry if this is not as good or confusing in any way was a little drunk when writing. Some of you may know where but the rest will have to find out next chapter. If you know you know. I am also very drunk while writing this so sorry, not sorry. Hope you enjoyed the chapter