A/N- I have decided…sort of…how it will happen. Klorel won’t stick around, but Harry also won’t stick around on Earth. To all those who know Stargate Season 1, think ‘Enigma’.
Important Fact #1: All Goa’uld’s have genetic memories. That means that the memories of every one of its ancestors are in its head, including all of their technology. This will be very important later on.
If anybody else has any questions or they would like to know more, just ask and I’ll post it. It can’t be something like, “What will happen next?”
I’m skipping the Klorel scenes pretty fast, mainly because I actually don’t know what Goa’uld’s do in their spare time. It would probably be the destruction of planets and stuff. You all get the idea, Klorel bad, bad thing, Harry good human.
Three Years Later
“My Lord!” Klorel bowed, seemingly anxious.
“Rise, my son.” Apophis said mightily. Klorel rose and looked at him square in the eye, a pleased smile on his face. “What is it?”
“My Lord, Ra is dead!”
Apophis looked shocked, and Klorel’s smile faded just slightly. “HOW!”
“It involved humans. There are rumours that the First Race, The Tau’ri, are involved.” Klorel answered.
Apophis looked troubled, his brow crinkling as he thought. “This could prove advantageous…and dangerous. Klorel, immediately begin taking Ra’s territories. Find out what you can on Ra’s murderers. If it was indeed the Tau’ri, then they have had five thousand years to prosper.”
“It will be done.” Klorel bowed.
Several months later
Klorel watched impassively as his Jaffa stormed one of Ra’s former keeps. Plasma bolts flew from both sides, the ‘Fwack’ of the Staff Weapon very familiar to his ears. Two Death gliders flew above; also firing plasma bolts at the enemy ground forces. This was one of several forts that Klorel had taken over the year. Ra’s death had caused a power struggle within the Goa’uld System Lords, and each one was taking the remnants of his fleets and territory. So far Apophis had been the most successful and was gearing himself up to replace Ra as the Supreme System Lord.
“Jaffa, Kree!” Klorel shouted as a one of the ranks began to falter. Both sides were using the Zat’nikatel as well, mainly by Klorel’s forces. He wanted these Jaffa to join his ranks, and therefore Apophis’s ranks. A Ha’tak hovered overhead, one of Ra’s. Al’kesh. A Goa'uld mid-range bomber, the mid-sized Al'kesh was manoeuvrable, heavily armed, and capable of firing enormous blasts of plasma energy. So far the Ha’tak was still holding it’s position, and orange shield surrounding it as explosions rocked on it.
‘Why are you doing this?’
Klorel stiffened at this and whirled around, hand device ready. There was nobody nearby, the Jaffa all fighting as he stood on the rocky overtop.
‘Is it worth it?’
Klorel whirled around again. It was a human’s voice, a child. Suddenly he relaxed as he concentrated. It was his host, which was strange. Goa’uld usually picked hosts at a young age so that their mind would be destroyed and therefore would not prove to be troublesome. Klorel had thought he had crushed the mind of this boy, but it seemed he hadn’t.
‘Quiet!’
The host fell silent, it’s mind sinking back into the depths. For a moment Klorel hesitated, thinking the host was going to try to struggle and he was right. A wave of pain almost overtook him as the host gave what seemed like a final desperate struggle for control. For seconds they fought for dominance, but Klorel was much stronger and eventually the host tired and stopped. Klorel could feel despair, terror and finally resignation as the host finally gave up. He smirked, which looked quite strange on a nine-year-old boy and raised his hand device as enemy Jaffa came close. He moved his hand onto his wrist and activated his personal shield. An orange cylinder of energy surrounded him and as Staff blasts impacted on it, they faded and were absorbed. The shield worked on kinetic energy principles, so the faster the object, the easier it was to deflect. Most forms of energy couldn’t penetrate the shield.
“Prepare to die, Jaffa!” Klorel said as he unleashed his hand device, sending Jaffa flying with a mere flick.
Deep in the mind of the body, Harry waited and tried to hold down his sense of glee. Klorel had bought it and now thought he was fully in control. He had only used a fraction of his energy in assaulting the Goa’uld and now needed to wait for the right time to attack. He could finally be free.“My Lord, here is the data crystal we captured.” Bra’tac greeted as he arrived, panting and blood smeared. His Staff weapon was dented and still smoking as battle cries rained ahead of them. Klorel finished torturing the last enemy Jaffa and deactivated the hand device. The thin stream of energy retreated from the Jaffa’s forehead but it was too late for him. The energy was very good at destroying minds and he was already dead.
“We are losing the fight Bra’tac.” Klorel said, turning to his First Prime, taking the crystal. “You shall be punished for this.”
“My Lord, it appears that the Tok’ra alerted the Jaffa of this fort prior to our attack.” Bra’tac said, bowing his head. “However I will accept any punishment my God gives me.”
Klorel glared furiously as his eyes flashed in rage…literally. “TOK’RA, Di'dak'dida!”
Bra’tac internally winced as Klorel stalked away. “Bra’tac, order all Jaffa to fight for their lives! We will take this Fort!”
The Stargate loomed ahead as Klorel approached. He turned to a small pedestal with several dozen symbols on it. It was the dialling device that was found on most planets to dial the Stargate. He started pressing several symbols in sequence, seven in total and held his hand on a small orange sphere on the top of the pedestal. It glowed and the Stargate activated. A burst of blue energy erupted forth, straining to leave the giant circle but was pulled back as it settled and calmed. A blue shimmering surface, not unlike water awaited him. Klorel stepped up the stairs and through the portal.
He reappeared on another planet, several thousand light years away. The portal shut down as he walked forward, bowing his head as he approached his waiting Lord.
“Apophis, we have gained the data crystal. The diversion worked perfectly.” Klorel said as he handed the small crystal to father. “I have quickly scanned it. It is the plans for a new prototype Ha’tak that Ra was working on. It is far more powerful than the standard Ha’tak.”
“Excellent. You have done well.” Apophis said. He placed the crystal down and gestured for Klorel. “Walk with me.”
Klorel obediently followed his Father as they walked down the corridor. They were deep underground in one of Apophis’s secrete research labs. Most Goa’uld’s never researched or tried to update their technology. Why should they, when they had been the masters of this galaxy for ten thousand years? But Apophis, and some other System Lords had been experimenting with new technology.
“It has come to my attention that we have a Tok’ra spy in our rank.” Apophis said. The Tok’ra were the same species as the Goa’uld’s were. They did not believe in the ideology of the System Lords and instead fought for freedom and peace. They were cunning spies and patient deceivers, but not great fighters. They would rather gain information then risk a full out battle.
“I know Father. Bra’tac informed me before I left that the Tok’ra told Ra’s forces of our impending arrival.” Klorel said.
Apophis scowled, scaring a passing Jaffa Priest who bowed heavily as he left, trying not to displease his God. “The Tok’ra are a thorn, nothing more. They have been infiltrating Goa’uld ranks for a thousand years and have only destroyed a handful of ships and Jaffa. They are nothing.”
“As you say, Father.” Klorel said.
Apophis said nothing as they continued walking. Finally he stopped at turned towards Klorel. “I have recently learned information about Ra’s demise. It was indeed the Tau’ri. It is unknown how, but the destroyed Ra’s Ha’tak with a blast similar to that of a naquadah explosion. They also incited a rebellion on Abydos and overthrew his loyal Jaffa.”
Klorel was silent. “I shall lead an attack on the Tau’ri home world.” He declared finally.
“It is time to gather new hosts. My wife, Amonet, has need of one. Perhaps we shall visit Earth to see what we can find.”
Deep under a mountain in the United States, there was a room. All the equipment in this room was covered in tarps and a card table was set up with four Air Force officers, three male and one female, playing poker. Behind the tarp, something stired ever so slightly. The female officer noticed, and started in surprise.
“Does it always do that?” She asked.
“Do what?” asked the dealer, not looking up
“Whatever it is under the tarp! I just saw it move or do something!” The woman said.
“Probably the only thing it ever did was cost money.” said one of the others, smoking a cigarette.
“Yeah, it looks like they ran out of that. Been shipping' personnel out of here for months.” Muttered the dealer.
The tarp shifted again and the woman frowned.
“I'm telling you, that thing is moving!” She exclaimed.
“If you don't have the straight, just fold.” The dealer said, rolling his eyes.
Instead of answering, the woman got up from her chair, peering cautiously at the tarp.
“Can we take that as a fold?” The dealer said, amongst the chuckling of the other players.
She ignored them, moving slowly and cautiously up the ramp towards the tarp covered object. Behind her, the others resume their game.
As the female officer got halfway up the ramp, the covered object creaked somewhat. The woman took two more steps, and suddenly the ramp started to shake, the railings groaning and creaking under the tremor.
The woman backed away glancing behind her. The poker table was shaking as well, the chips and cards scattering. The other four officers got to their feet as their comrade stumbled to the bottom of the ramp, nearly losing her balance entirely. The tarp ripples and billows like water, and starts to slide away, eventually getting tossed into the air and slipping to the floor. The officers watched in shock as the round circular object continued to spin, the chevrons locking in place.
“I take it this has never happened before?” The woman muttered.
The smoking officer dashed over to the emergency phone on the far wall, lifting the receiver to his ear. Before he can move another muscle, the wormhole activates, shooting forth a watery bluish-white plume of energy particles. In his shock, the officer dropped the receiver as the plume receded, leaving the active wormhole. The other four are retrieving weapons from a nearby crate. As the three-armed officers hang back, the woman steps forward, weapon at the ready as she moves up the ramp.
“What are you doing?” The dealer hissed.
Ignoring him, she continued up the ramp, slowly and cautiously, her attention completely focused on the anomaly before her. As she approaches the wormhole, the officer who was dealing positioned himself at the bottom of the ramp. The female officer reached the wormhole and stopped, reaching out a hand to touch it. Before her fingers could make contact, a metal sphere about the size of an orange was tossed through the wormhole. It bounced once on the ramp before landing by her feet. The object was completely spherical except for an aperture at the top, its shape resembling that of a novelty "magic" 8-ball. As the female officer turns, rays of golden light suddenly shine from the aperture, catching her in a scanning beam that travels over her. The scanning over with, it continued to glow. The four other officers stand there, dumbstruck. The officer by the emergency phone flattens himself against the wall. The light died away, and the woman knelt down, reaching for the sphere to inspect it.
“What are you doing?”
“Don't touch it!”
Despite their cries, she picked the sphere up. Nothing happened. Slowly, she got to her feet, trading a quick glance with the dealer. Just as she straightened up, an armoured figure with a helmet shaped likes a serpent stepped through the wormhole, grabbing her.
Klorel and Apophis stepped through the wormhole. Klorel was wearing a dark hood, his eyes glowing from behind it while Apophis was dressed like a king. They were escorted by seven Jaffa, all in full Serpent Guard armour. As they reappeared on the other side, Klorel took in his surroundings. He was in a large room, with cloth covering several bulky objects. It all looked rather primitive. There were four humans, presumably Tau’ri, at the bottom of the ramp he was standing on, holding weapons he had never seen before.
“Hold you fire!” One of them called, staring at the woman that his Father’s First Prime was holding. He retracted his head armour, revealing Teal’c, who stared at the weapon that he had confiscated off the woman with curiosity.
“Jaffa, Kree!” Apophis shouted. He glanced at Teal’c. “Teal’c, Kree!”
Teal’c obediently dropped the weapon and stared at the remaining Tau’ri. He gripped the woman by the throat as she struggled.
“Get…off…me!” She hissed.
Apophis raised his hand device and shined it in her eyes. She immediately froze and stopped struggling.
“Let her go!” One of the Tau’ri shouted. One of the Serpent Guards fired at him and the battle broke out. Plasma bolts struck walls and tables as the Tau’ri dove for cover. The Serpent Guard’s armour pinged as something struck it but it deflected all of the small projectiles the Tau’ri were firing. A well-aimed blast caught a Tau’ri in the midsection and he grunted as he went down. Klorel smirked but it faded away as a projectile finally caught a weak spot and the Serpent Guard collapsed. Apophis stared, surprised at the loss of his Jaffa.
“They are primitive.” Klorel said quietly. “But still able to cause damage should they choose to do so.”
“So it seems.” Apophis said as another Tau’ri went down, as well as another one of his Jaffa. An alarm was blaring as Apophis tapped something on his wrist and the Stargate began dialling. They cleared the way as the wormhole activated and started to retreat as men poured into the room, led by a bald fat one.
“Hold your fire!” The man yelled.
Apophis stared at him, letting his eyes flash and the man recoiled, before both Apophis and Klorel stepped through the gate with the Tau’ri woman.
In England, in a magical school called Hogwarts, the Headmaster stared at a small crystal ball. A few seconds ago, it had reacted to the presence of a magical signature that he had inputted. Harry Potter had just been located and then lost all in thirty seconds. Somebody had to be hiding his magical signature, but it proved that he was alive.A/N- Half of this was taken from the transcript and remoulded. You could probably note where.