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Wicked Winter
Topic Started: Oct 13 2010, 10:14 PM (1,102 Views)
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace:


In the Chapa’ai chamber the final chevron locks into place as dozens of Dragon helmed Jaffa rushes to the room to secure it from an unscheduled activation. As the liquid event horizon roars to life and stabilizes, the glowing blue light reflects of the statues of Atlas on either side of it. Dozens of black armored Jaffa march through the portal and form a line along the path, the Jaffa in the room relax and come to attention as the armored form of Lady Circe exits the chappa’ai followed by the Titanguard.

As she walks down the steps from the gate she pulls her helmet off and hands it to a Jaffa as she stops and undoes her hair letting is cascade about her. She sets off at a brisk pace and rapidly makes her way through the vast Trajas Palace, slaves’ stop and bow as she passes, while Minor Goa’uld and court sycophants look surprised by her arrival. The doors of the throne room swing open as she strolls in and finds several priest standing before the empty throne conversing.

They look shocked as they quickly bow and one of them says, “My lady your visit is quite unexpected, I was expecting you to be on Troy for your father’s funeral.” She stops and looking at the priest says, “My father is not dead he is here with me and that is all you need to know.” The priests look at one another as she walks up the first 3 steps leading to the throne.

On either side of the massive seat giant statues of Atlas stand, one is of Atlas holding “Styx” in his hands threateningly, as the other portrays Atlas holding a scroll and has a massive golden falcon perched on one of his outstretched arms. Circe’s muddy skirt hangs about her legs as she looks at it and frowns; she looks down at the priest and says, “Status?”

One of the priest looks uneasy as he says, “My Lady, while you were gone the Empress requested the launch of her flagship and the shipyard supervisor approved it upon the arrival of Lord Khunm…” Circe’s eyes flash as she looks down and screeches, “WHAT!?!?!, You fools let Quetesh take the “Anubis Class” ship?”

She holds up her right arm which is still encased in her father’s gauntlet, she aims it and a massive black wave of energy rips forth catching one the priest full on tearing his body to pieces, and catchies the other two hurling them across the chamber. Circe waves her hand and a massive holoscreen appears before her, the image of a Jaffa Commander appears, he bears the red symbol of Atlas upon his brow as he bows and says, “My lady, this is Sphere Command, we await your orders.”

Circe nods and says, “As of now I am the Regent-In-Residence here, you will obey me and me only, lock the Titan Net control node on Troy out of the system, make the node here the primary.” The Jaffa commander looks concerned as he says, “My lady we cannot do that without the Emperor’s command, the Net will not respond to such a priority order without his command.”

Circe thinks and then says, “Disregard that, lock down all Chappa’ai’s on the Atlas Sphere none are to be activated without my orders, and launch the fleet.” The Commander nods as he says, ”Anything else my lady?” Circe smiles wickedly as she walks up the last of the steps and sitting upon her father’s massive throne says, “Order the Dumerion Shipyards to go to war time production, authorization Titan 009, tell them to prepare for war, Mark IV’s only.”

The Commander nods as his image and the screen fades away. Circe leans back in the throne and curls her legs up under her in the seat as she holds herself and says, “It’s okay father I will fix this, I will be your will and your fist, I am your might given flesh….”



Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Titan Net Control Node, #005:


Deep beneath the Trajas palace in the vast cavernous corridors of the Atlas Sphere, those dimly lit rarely visited corridors, one of those corridors terminates in a massive trinium door, upon that door is the ancient Goa’uld language that describes a device of great power and capabilities, the Hieroglyphs run down both doors and are lit by recessed lighting. Behind those doors, a massive cavern of steel, pipes, vast clouds of coolant and lights sits the coliseum size control node of the Titan Net.

The massive dome shaped structure hums and pulses with raw energy being pumped into the dome like temperature controlled room. A terminal piled high with dust, not touched in thousands of years comes to life on a catwalk high overhead, as the protocols go into effect:


Pulse Feed…Channel Epsilon Beta Omega:
Broadcasting….(Waiting for response)
Receiving Response…:
Status of Subject: Titan Prime…
Full Pinging of all Titan Net Satellites…:
Status of Subject: Titan Prime…..
Status:…Deceased
SubProtocals 45623-99548 now active:
Subprotocal: 45778..(Resurrection of the “Seven”)…..
Completed: 15 Months, 8 Weeks, 12 Days, 9 Hours, 45 Seconds:
Subprotocal: 66754…Denied
Subprotocal: 66755…Denied
Subprotocal: 66756…Approved
Subject: Proteus…:
Status: Imprisoned:
Effective Since: 1,200 Years, 6 Months, 23 Days, 19 hours, 12 Seconds
Suggested Course of Action: Transmitting Release Orders……..

Milky Way, Holy Charon System, Planet Agrippa, Dungeons of Mt. Etna:

Fierce lighting lashes the skies of the dread world as Mark I ha’taks slowly hover near the fiery range of active volcanoes, Mt. Etna stands in the center of this range, as ash and fire rains down on the mountain the burring light from nearby reveals that the Mountain is more machine then stone, from centuries of mining and building on it.

Deep in the bowels of Etna, a Jaffa Commander leans back in his chair and reads a new set of incoming orders and turns white as he realizes what he is being told to do. He gets up and races through the tunnels of the mountain and takes a lift deep down into the mountain. He gets off the lift and nods to several TitanGuard who escort him down dirt covered paths in the depths of this hellish prison. They arrive at a massive cage set deep in the side of the tunnel.

The TitanGuard press a button on their gauntlets and stand back as the massive doors open. The Jaffa Commander looks up and then frowns as he looks down and sees a small old man come shuffling out of the oversized cage. The old man drools and looks about wincing at the light. The Jaffa Commander frowns and says, “Enough games Proetus, you are being released.”

The old man smirks and looks at the Commander as he says in a weak voice, “Indeed, the Emperor is very kind to grant me such a boon.” The old man begins to limp away up the corridor but as soon as he reaches a shadow, there is a flurry of movement and when he exits the shadows, the massive form of the Emperor steps into view. Atlas turns and looking at the commander snarls as he says, “My kindness is indeed as deep as the pits of Hades.”

The Jaffa Commander spits on the ground as he says, “You never lean do you?” The image of Atlas morphs into the form of a young rakish man in his 20’s, who strokes his goatee as he leans against the rock wall and says, “If I am released, after all this time, then there must be a new order out there, I best not keep the universe waiting.” Proetus laughs as he walks away strong and proud down the path…………..
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Dumerion Shipyards:

The main administration building of the shipyards: The day is brisk; the sun shines brightly as dozens of Tel’taks fly back and forth from the shipyards, some hover in place delivering slaves and supplies, while others beam equipment on board and bank away. The chief administrator of the yards stands on a vast marble balcony attached to his personal office.

A breeze ruffles his grey robes as he pulls them closer he hears a sound behind him and turns to see several black armored Jaffa with dragon helms enter the room. They march to the balcony and take positions along the doorway as a tall beautiful woman passes through the doorway. She wears a billowing gown of black silk that flutters about her legs which are encased in black leather boots that go up to mid thigh, her chest in encased in a silver chest piece that supports her ample breast. Her long blond hair is secured in an elaborate braid that is coils about her elegant throat.

She wears a massive gauntlet upon her right hand, the gauntlet of Atlas. The administrator falls to his knees as he says, “My Regent this is most pleasurable of you to visit.” He looks up to see her boots in front of his face. He looks up the length of her long slender leg and up to her face to see her haughty look as she says, “Rise, tell me how my fleet is progressing.”

The administrator get to his feet and brushes his robes off as Lady Circe walks to the rail and looks out upon the shipyards, the envy of the Universe. The administrator pulls a datapad from his robes as Circe looks out and sees the two tiered shipyard. In the skies high over head, floating assembly scaffolds’ hold dozens of hulls for Mark IV ha’tak in various states of completion.

Circe looks down and for miles in every direction hundreds of landing pyramids sit with more hulls upon them, some of the ships sit ready for launch, the pyramid shaped main hulls glistening in the sun whiles others sit in various states of readiness. An evil grin spreads across her face as she breaths deeply and says, “Do you see it father? You power is everywhere, it fills the universe as it fills me.” She shivers as she rubs at her arms and runs the trinum tips of her gauntlet along the top of the rail of the balcony.

The administrator clears his throat as he says, “My lady the status report, in the next week and half, under war time production we will have your fleet ready for launch.” Circe does not look at him but simply says, “How many?” He looks at the datapad and says, “There will be:

22 “Hyperion Class
40 “Attila Class”
215 “Jan’tak Class” escorts

He looks up from the pad pleased as he continues, “My lady with this fleet you will be the envy of the galaxy, none can oppose you” Circe frowns and looking at him says, “Numbers are not everything, even with superior firepower, the combined fleets of my enemies are mighty, and the “Empress” has the “Breaking Dawn” a threat no matter how many “Hyperion’s” I have, if only I had the “Atok”.

She looks at the administrator who blushes and says, “Forgive me my lady, but the “Titan Class” ship is a whole different kind of beast, we need special materials that we do not currently have here and it would take months to complete even under the best of conditions.” Circe makes a dismissive gesture and says, “No matter, this fleet will do, the System Lords trembled at the sight of one “Hyperion” now let them die at the sight of 22 “Hyperions”” She laughs as she walks’ from the balcony.


Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Titan Net Control Node, #005:

Pulse Feed…Channel (Seti Omega Alpha)
Receiving Priority Protocol (Alteration):
Source: Troy
Nature of Alteration: Changing of Titan Prime Designation
Factors of change: Subject Atlas (deceased) Subject: Prometheus (Emperor)
Invalid Input: Subject: Atlas (Emperor)
Reload: Alter Titan Prime Designation
Factors: Subject Atlas (Deceased), Subject: Prometheus (Emperor)
Invalid Input: Flaw in code-2399876-2395736
Corrective Actions: Load Sub-protocols (Titan Prime Removed from power)
Sub-protocols: X-999…..Loading
Engaging: AI packets uploading………..
Transmitting……….
Pinging……………..
Acknowledged: Packets Uploaded to: All Titan Facilities, All Titan Net Satellites, All Titan Vessels, All Titan Classified locations.
Activate AI:………..Standby


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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace:

In the vast, vaulted throne room, dozens of minor Goa’uld stand about talking amongst each other. They look up at the dais, at the massive and empty Titan Throne as they whisper amongst each other. Two great braziers’ burn on either side of the dais, as black armored Jaffa with fierce dragon helmets stand motionless, their staffs tucked against their bodies at attention. The minors all come to attention and silence as the massive metal doors of the chamber slowly swing open.

Two rows of black robed priest enter, their hoods pulled low over their heads as they chant in low voices. Behind them two massive TitanGuards enter the room, their axes held ready as the massive brutes look about the chamber. Behind them the Regent Circe enters, her stiletto heels make a vicious clicking sound on the marble floor as she enters the chamber. Her long black skirt flows about her legs; her golden breast plate holds her upper body tightly as she looks imperiously about the chamber.

She walks the long path to the throne and ascends up the dais to the throne. She stops and turns and looks bout the throne room as she adjust her custom DeathBringer gauntlet, modeled on her father’s own version. She raises her chin and with haughty hatred says in her Goa’uld voice, “Now is the time for new beginnings.” She raises her hand and a massive holoscreen appears in the middle of the throne room, it is an aerial image of the Dumerion Shipyards, everywhere the shapes of ha’tak are plainly visible, various size ships sit atop docking pyramids, the massive ships have tel’taks and scaffolds hovering about them as the final preparations are completed.

Circe smirks as she says, “This new fleet will be christened in the blood of the unworthy, we will go amongst the stars and ravage in the name of Atlas and we will retake what is rightfully Atlas’s” One minor steps forward and bows as he looks up at Circe and says, “My Regent, no disrespect is intended but, why? The High Priest has crowned Prometheus Emperor perhaps we…..” He is cut off by the fierce glowing eyes of Circe who rises from the mammoth throne and points her gauntlet at the Minor and screeches as it discharges a massive black bolt of lightning. The bolt sizzles through the air and sties the Minor in his chest, blowing a hole through him. His entrails splatter onto the other minors behind him, as his eyes flash once and his smoking body falls to the floor.

irce slowly raises her gauntlet to her face and licks the trinium tips of the fingers as she trembles in ecstasy, she giggles and pushing her hair out of her eyes says, “I do this because I can, my father’s legacy is in danger, pretenders and frauds stand on the grave of Atlas and try to claim the galaxy while I remain here keeping his legacy alive, no more!” She sits back on the throne as she waves at the remaining minors, who hurriedly make their way from the room. Two Jaffa drag the dead Minor from the room by his feet as slaves clean the mess.


Titan Net Hub 754:
Communications Uplink in Process…..
Trajas Palace Receiver Nodes…..Established Uplink….
Node: -092 (Throne Room)….Active Pinging…..
Node: -092……Connected….
Activating Subprotocal..(Voice Replication Program)….Online


Circe leans back in the throne whispering to herself, she says, “Did you hear that father? They dare question me?! your instrument of destruction?” The sound of static fills the area near the throne as the voice of a Titan fills Circe ears. “I saw how you handled that Shol’va my daughter, I am pleased.” Circe smiles and hugs herself as she says, “I knew you would be father, I promised I would hold your Empire together, this is only the first step, and this fleet will devour them all!”

The artificial voice of Atlas chuckles as it says, “Indeed Circe, even now the final preparations for the launching are in place, soon the hammer of a Titan will be yours to command.” Circe nods as she licks at her lips and her eyes glow golden……
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Titan Net Hub 754:

The vast underground bunker hums as terminals and consoles begin to come alive beneath layers of dust and filth. The long abandoned room begins to glow with new life as the massive blast doors screech as they seal shut and lock down…..

Communication Uplink in Progress….
Pinging……
Designation:….Titan Facilities…..Uplink Achieved
Designation….All Titan Vessels…Uplink Achieved
Designation…Titan Broadcast Net….Uplink Achieved
Designation…Titan Defense Net…Uplink Achieved
Querying for A.I. packet…….Acknowledged..
Activate Protocol (Gamma 666)……Initiating…
Activating Titan Broadcast Net….Broadcasting….


All across the Titan Empire broadcast hubs come alive with a bright blue glowing beam as the image of Atlas becomes visible. On Troy Priest stop what their doing and look confused as they look up and see the massive image of Atlas on the holoprojectors. On the Atlas Sphere, in the center of one of many massive cities within the Sphere, the holoprojector issues forth the image of Atlas as large as some of the buildings. The image of Atlas looks about and a malevolent grin spreads across his face as he says, “Rejoice my children, your Titan lives and so too does your hope, and your dreams.”

The image becomes fuzzy and distorted but clears up as the voice distorts and then says, “I have observed the tide of war that sweeps the Empire, but many victories have been scored by Titan forces and many more will soon come, for I will personally take control of our forces and lead us to a new age of peace. The enemies of a Titan are many, but their weakness will be their undoing…” The image abruptly fades as the holoproectors deactivate…

Trajas Palace:

Circe stands on the grand balcony and looks ecstatic as she watches the large holoprojection of Atlas fill the center of the city beyond the walls of the Palace. As the image fades, Circe claps her hands and giggling yells, “Bring me my armor that was the signal, prepare the fleet for the launch, and tell the commanders that we have our orders from Atlas himself.” Several slaves move about the chamber behind her as she turns and walks off the balcony and into the room, a Priest bows and says, “My Regent, what is the fleet’s target?” Circe grins happily
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace:

The vast soaring spires of the magnificent palace are blown by a hard wind as the Sphere’s automated climate control systems let the chill grip of winter fall upon the ancient palace. In the winding and wide avenues in the city below children play in the fresh fallen snow as dogs yap and run about playfully. Off duty Jaffa hug their wives to them as they watch from the warmth of their homes. In the skies the snowflakes are swatted aside by tel’taks flying about on various missions.

In the grand meeting hall, several important Paladins mill about a large meeting table as a large fire burns in the massive maw of the fireplace at the end of the room. The High Priest Pericles holds a wine glass and swishes the fine beverage around inside as his patience grows weary. He looks about and sees the First Prime Achilles resplendent in his golden armor standing in the corner talking with his son the Second Prime Hector, his silver armor a direct replica of his fathers.

The Demi-Priest Argus sits at the large meeting table making notes on a datapad, completely detached from the others in the room. Lord Mynos sits in the largest chair at the head of the table with his polished black leather boots perched on the tables edge he yawns as his voice booms out, “IF Circe does not present herself then I am leaving, I have drills to oversee on Aresopolis.”

Pericles sneers as he says, “With all due respect Mynos we are all taking a large risk by coming here without leave of the Emperor, but if we can heal the rift and return the Sphere to the Empire proper then this is worth the trip.” The massive wooden doors that lead into the room begin to open; as they do two massive TitanGuards enter the room.

The 7ft brutes march in with war axes held at the ready as they take up positions on either side of the doorway, their rage mask scanning each and every person in the room. From the shadows of the doorway Lord Samhain enters the room, his golden harlequin mask looks upon them from the depths of his voluminous red robes. He is flanked by Lord Lucifer and Lady Hel, each of them in full battle armor, their wings, black, shimmering and lethal fully deployed as they stand a little behind Samhain.

Achilles and Hector immediately subtly shift their hands toward their weapons while Mynos sits up straight in his chair and looking at Samhain says, ”Ah, so the game is afoot now? Where is Lady Circe?” Samhain’s demonic voice echoes out from beneath his mask, “It was not Circe who sent your summons, the bait of reconciliation would lure all of you, but we needed her name, a name you would trust.”

Pericles looks at the glimmering wings of the Horsemen with interest as he says, “Very well, you have our attention, who are you and what do you want?” Samhain’s masked face turns toward Pericles as he says, “We want nothing, and we are the Horsemen, we have come to give you something you have so long been without, we have come to return your souls.”

Hel and Lucifer’s wings retract as they turn and kneel. Samhain bows low and steps aside as a massive figure enters the room from the shadows of the doorway. The 7’4 420lb giant shakes the floor as his armored boots clank loudly on the tiled floor. His red great coat hangs all the way down to the tops of his high black boots. His high collar is firm about his neck and decorated in golden filigree, the same that decorates his sleeves.

His lions mane cloak hangs easily form his shoulders; his perfectly shaved head is offset by his well trimmed goatee. His eyes flash golden as the eyes of everyone in the room grow wide. A shocked gasp travels through the room as Pericles says in a hushed voice, “Atlas!?!?!”

Atlas looks about the room with a smirk as he says, “Did you think a Titan could not return? Did you think I would stay gone? Bow before your god!!” Achilles and Hector walk forward from their corner of the room and Achilles looks long and hard up into the Atlas’s face before a glimmer in his eye confirms his grandest hopes. The First Prime falls to knees, followed by his son, Achilles reaches one hand out and touches the boot of the Titan, as Atlas watches the others all go their knees as well.

Atlas looks imperious as he nods and says, “Rise my Paladins, for we have much work to do, my Empire has grown stagnate.” Atlas walks around the table and brushes past Lord Mynos who bows and moves down the table to take another chair. Atlas sits and is followed by his Paladins. Atlas nods toward the High Priest who clears his throat and says, “Yes, well I have no doubt you know that your brother has been upon your throne for some time now, after a series of successful attacks that saw the defeat of the Sodan and Hephaestus, he has become inactive, in the meantime, Quetesh’s fleet is still mostly intact and now we have less then reassuring news concerning the Tau’ri.”

Atlas’s black gloved hand taps the table top as he says, “I am not concerned with the Tau’ri, I have seen the Trust’s reports and they doing exactly what I thought they would, and as a consequence they are now on a path they cannot turn back from, they have signed their own death warrants.” Atlas looks at his First Prime who nods eagerly as he says, “Currently our forces are strong and disciplined, they still fight in your name, your fleets are unequalled and many fear your name, but we have had recent problems, Ophios is reported as lost, and Arrakis is under siege.”

Atlas looks thoughtful as he leans back in his high backed chair and looks at Argus who looks at a datapd and says with a proud expression, “IT is ready my Emperor, I have transferred the schematics to here, the sphere is the only place we can construct this system, I can have the first unit online in a month.” Atlas’s serrated teeth flash as he says, “You never miss a beat Argus.” Argus nods as Mynos says, “Father what of Circe, she has the most powerful fleet ever built under her control and is allied with Lord Atum in a venture to crush the Tau’ri.”

Atlas makes a dismissive gesture as he says, “Your sister will come home when she hears my voice, speaking of which, Hector return to Troy, take as many TitanGuard as you need, bring me Prometheus, his tenure as Emperor is over.” Atlas rises as he says, “It seems the galaxy got complacent while I was away, but now I have returned and I will restore balance and I will return to the apex of the natural order, the Titan of the Gods has returned!!” Atlas makes a dismissive gesture as he sits back down. He points at the Horsemen and Achilles to stay.

As the doors close Atlas grips the edges of his chair tightly as he says,”Samhain and his siblings are now minus their late brother Azazel they need a new Horsemen, I have the perfect candidate, someone who with the proper persuasion can be a very valuable asset and it will add insult to injury.” Atlas looks up at Samhain and says, “You will take an “Attila” class ship and track down this General Ma’ahes, much like his dead brother, he will be nothing but a problem, and I have not time for such trivial specks like a cast off warrior of a dead god.”

Atlas slams his fist on the table shaking it as his voice roars out, “Find Ma’ahes and get my hammer back, do whatever it takes, but Ma’ahes is to live, he does not die until I say he dies, bring them back here to me, and do not keep me waiting!” Samhain bows as both Hel and Lucifer flare their wings and dip them to the floor in salute to their master. They march from the room as Achilles approaches Atlas’s chair and leaning on the edge of the back says, “They are impressive my lord.”

Atlas nods as he says, “They should be they are of my own blood.” Atlas rises and walks to the fireplace, he leans upon the stone mantel and stares into the flames as he says, “There is a place not on any known star charts, this place, this Kualpuch threatens the very order things, because it hides, it evades my sight, nothing can be beyond the reach and sight of a Titan, they threaten war upon my Empire, they attack my servants during my resurrection and take what is mine.”

Achilles moves closer, the fires light dancing on his armor as he says, “This Kualpuch is surly no match for the Empire, if it is indeed hidden then they must be an enclosed and isolated faction, they could not stand against your might my master.” Atlas nods and says, “No one can stand against my might, those who have tried have paid with their own blood, Midas and Horus Ra are but a few names on a long list of fools who have tried, but still this Kualpuch is a threat, I will either control it or raze it to dust, but it shall not be abided, but all in good time…...all in good time"
Edited by Lord Atlas, Dec 17 2010, 03:16 PM.
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace:

It was a time of celebration as tens of thousands danced and cheered in the streets outside of the snow covered palace of the Atlas Sphere. Dozens of black armored Jaffa stood warily at the palaces gates as the masses strained the mighty steel gates in an effort to get a peek at their Titan. In cities all over the Atlas Sphere the same scene was playing out as the multitude took to the streets, some converged on the awesome temples dedicated to Atlas while others celebrated before the massive statues of the Titan that decorated every city in the sphere.

Deep within the famed Trajas Palace another kind of ceremony was about to begin. As the massive golden doors of the throne room opened Prometheus was marched into the room flanked by six TitanGuard and led by the Second Prime of Atlas Hector. As Prometheus was marched into the vast chamber he looked about and was amazed at the court of the Titan. He proceeded down a long purple carpet that lined the floor from the door all the way to the steps of the dais that the massive black oak throne sat upon. The room was filled with minor lords and warriors, all dressed in their finery.

Two lines of TitanGuard stood on either side of the raised throne and there upon the top of the dais, seated upon that throne sat the “Dragon of Knossos” Emperor Atlas. Standing next to the throne on the right was Atlas’s First Prime Achilles and on the left, with the most malevolent smiles stood the High Priest Pericles. Atlas looked down upon his brother as the escorting TitanGuard broke off and marched from the room. Hector stopped and placed his foot on the bottom step of the dais and folding his arms looked over at Prometheus as Atlas’s booming voice spoke out, “Little brother, it has been quite some time.”

The massive Titan rose from his throne and slowly walked down the steps as his black great coat flowed about the tops of his polished knee high boots. Atlas’s gloved hands slowly clapped together as he said, “The Titan of knowledge Prometheus, yet for all his power of thoughtfulness you could not crush Quetesh, you failed to exterminate the Sodan and you allowed the System Lords to defy the power of this Empire.” Atlas reaches the bottom step and slowly approaches Prometheus as he towers over his younger and smaller brother he brings his hands up and places them on either shoulder of Prometheus and gives his brother the closest thing to a hug that he can manage by reassuringly squeezing his shoulders.

Atlas lowers his arms and says, “The truth of the matter is that you did what no one else could have, for the most part you kept my Empire from collapsing and for that even a Titan must be appreciative.” Pericles sneers at that statement as Atlas slowly walks in a circle around his brother and says, “There are those in the Imperial court who would have me grind you to pieces and feed you to the dogs in the streets of the Atlas Sphere, but you are my brother and as unlikely as it is that you are in fact alive, you stand here before me, an ancient Goa’uld is to be treasured not exterminated.”

Atlas finishes his circuit and walks back up the steps to his throne and sitting upon the vast wooden seat of power says, “I forgive you of any crimes against the Empire that you may have committed, I declare my brother Prometheus a true Paladin of the Titan Empire, tell me little brother, for your loyal service to the Empire is there anything that you ask of me, name any boon within reason and I will grant it.” Pericles and Achilles look intensely at Prometheus as Atlas leans back in his throne, his fingers tapping the top of the throne’s arms…………..
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Stargate, Atlas Sphere:

The lights on the chevrons lit up as they locked the gates together and a massive blue vortex flung out before being sucked back into the event horizon as the wormhole stabilized. A incoming transmission was picked up by the central command. A jaffa received the signal.

The screen showed an old man dressed in gray robes.“I seek the Emperor Atlas, I have been sent to meet with him on behalf of my gods. There are important matters they wish to discuss with him, and him only.”
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Sphere Command:

As the Priors message crackles on the screens of the vast control room a black armored Jaffa Commander keys open the channel and says, “This is Sphere Command, you are cleared to proceed to the Trajas Palace, the Emperor will receive you in his throne room, an escort will be provided do not deviate from the escort.” The shields on the Chappa’ai flash once and then fade as the way is cleared for the Prior……….
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The blue water-like wall rippled as the robed figure made his way through. He had his hood pulled up to protect somewhat against the cold winter. He carried with him a long staff, seemingly made of wood with a blue crystal somehow grown into it at the end. He met with the escort waiting for him. “Take me to the emperor,” he said. The group then begun moving toward the palace.

Throne Room, Trajas Palace, Atlas Sphere:

The Prior stepped into the magnificent throne room. He went forth to the mighty Emperor who looked down at him from his great stone throne. The man pulled back his hood and looked up the Titan. He went straight to business.

“Greetings Lord Atlas. I have come here because my gods want to speak with you. If you would please turn off your jamming systems so the meeting can begin.”
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Trajas Palace:

As the comm. signal is terminated and the image of Lord Selvans fades, Emperor Atlas leans back into his throne with a rueful chuckle as he says, “So very predictable Selvans, you never fail to disappoint.” Atlas looks about the throne room as dozens of minor lords stand watching his every word. Black armored Jaffa line the alcoves of the vast room, standing at ridged attention, their dragon helmets scanning the room for enemies.

The row of TitanGuard that stand on either side of his dais makes a formidable wall. The massive brutes hold their war axes at the ready as their armor gleams in the lights of the room. Atlas leans over and placing his arm on the throne’s arm, rest his chin in his hand as he says, “It never fails; every Goa’uld is a master and defiant until they are looking down the end of a Jaffa staff and then they are the very model of moderation and compromise.”

Achilles brushes his cloak from his right side and sneering says,”Selvans is a fool, especially since he knows better than most what you are capable of my Titan, our fleets would ravish him, our armies would ground his worlds to dust, our Ash’rak would assassinate his priest and our TitanGuard would dash the brains of his children on the ruins of his palaces.”

Atlas sighs and says, “But for every Selvans I grind to dust two more spring up, but I cannot let him run wild.” Atlas looks down at Prometheus and sneers as he says, “Unlike some I know the value of a show of force.” Atlas holds up a datapad and frowns as he says, “Show of force, I am disturbed by this report on the end of Delphi, of all those who ever crossed swords with me, Apollo was by far the most noble.”

Atlas rises from his throne and begins to walk down the dais slowly as Achilles and Argus fall in behind him. Atlas holds his arms wide as he says, “Apollo, the “All Seer” so calm and collected, even when I had my boot on the throats of the System Lords, Apollo never wavered, never changed his stance or compromised his principles. He has opposed me for longer than I care to remember, but he has always been the just one of all those damned Olympians.”

Atlas stops and folds his arms over his chest and says, “Curses…..send a message to Apollo, tell him that I request a summit, on a world of his choosing, just him and me.” Argus nods and says, “Yes my lord.” Atlas frowns as a priest walks up and bowing low says, “My lord the Prior comes.” Atlas makes a dismissive gesture as Achilles quickly makes it to the bottom of the dais and stands with feet apart and arms folded ready to spring at a moment’s notice.

The massive doors creek open as the Prior enters the chamber; his drab gray robes are sharply contrasted by the grandeur of vast chamber. He is escorted by a dozen black armored Jaffa. The Jaffa stop and form two lines for the Prior as he makes his way deeper into the chamber, walking down the lush purple carpeting and stopping short of the line of TitanGuard and the First Prime Achilles.

Atlas looks down at the wizened old man, Atlas takes a few steps up his dais, the massive Titan makes an unconformable expression, as he turns his lions mane cloak flutters about his black great coat as he says, “So YOUR Ori would like a word with me?” Atlas chuckles evilly as he says, “Very well, let’s see what the Ori have to say to a Titan?” Atlas walks the rest of the way up to his throne and sitting upon the massive seat touches the thrones arm as there is a brief hum of the Alpha Ban Emitters powering down. Atlas holds out his massive left hand and says, “Summon your master…”


Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere:

As the War Chariot slowly floats thru space, 6 subspace distortions form around her and 6 “Attila” class Ha’tak decloak, the massive black hulled ships surround the War Chariot, the staff cannons rotating and locking on to the ship of the war god. The comm. to the War Chariot comes alive with, “Unidentified ship this is Sphere Command, your Titan Net ID does not match your vessel, you are trespassing on sovereign territory of the Titan Empire, once again id yourself or be destroyed, you have 30 seconds to respond.” The “Attila” class ships begin tack closer to Ares ship the Reflex armor shimmering as it is energized…….
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The prior despised the blasphemous monster now sitting in front of him, but he was not to let it show. He had gotten precise instructions for how he was to act and word himself not the anger the giant unnecessary.

"Very well, let's see what the Ori have to say to a Titan?"

As the Alpha Ban Emitters turned off, the prior could feel the grip on his mind loosen. He raised his staff as the blue crystal begun to glow. A bright light erupted from the crystal and enveloped both the prior and the titan.

City Of The Gods, Celestis, Alteran Galaxy:

When the light went to rest, Atlas found himself no longer located in the throne room. They were now standing in a naturally lit stone corridor. A quick look out the window confirmed his suspicion, they were on Celestis. "Please follow me," the prior asked, and the two figures begun moving.

They soon entered the new Flames of Enlightenment chamber. The stone walls were adorn with gold and silver with beautiful carvings. Some torches were burning on the sides of the room. On the wall above a raised section of the floor, a magnificent fire burned. In the middle of the fire hung the symbol of Origin in shining silver.

As the prior escorted the Titan into the chamber a voice echoed out from the burning wall. "Leave us." The prior bowed and quickly left the chamber.

As Atlas looked at the fire, parts of them burst out from the wall and formed figure. A dark-haired woman dressed in a red robe appeared from the fire. Her body seemed to be partially made from fire and she moved as if she was not bound to the physical world. She flew down the few steps to where Atlas was standing and looked him over. She walked closer and her emerald eyes looked deep into his eyes. "Atlas, you have returned."
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-Ares slowly shook his head at the show of force. It told him all he needed to know about his timing. The announcement had been made but Atlas was yet to finish his full emperial streach and determine his own foundation. Rising from the command chair, Ares moved to the middle tier stair of the ship's hexagonal pel'tak and nodded upward at the comn station-

-as the viewer transmitted to the ships, it also bypassed and went straight to Sphere Command on secure piggyback. Ares appeared in all his golden armor to the ships and the sphere, backlit by the gold and bronze and stained glass-

"The titan net identification code I have transmitted is singularly unique... none other like it exist, as none were meant to. I am Ares, the God of War your Titan sent to the pegasus galaxy to finish what you, his foot soldiers could not... And dispite the disfunction of the Atlas gate that was used to send me there, I stand before you now."

-he slowly descended the red carpeted stairs closer to the view emitter- "My instructions were clear.. my report goes to Lord Atlas .. and Lord Atlas alone... no currier, no go between... no moxy to muck up once again ... and no broadcast of my presence to anyone besides those present within the sphere already. Those are your Titan's standing directives... disobey them at your own peril .. "

-with a wave he instantly cut the comn and his ship visibly rippled as the field of reversal was erected. It didn't give off the energy signature of a shield, it didn't appear as anything more than an oblong distortion around the ship, but it would suffice to defend them should the ship captains fail to recognise just how much trouble they'd be in if they ignored the implied shadow operative directive key phrases-
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City of the Gods, Celestis, Alteran Galaxy:

The mighty Titan looks about the chamber of flames and a slow grin spreads across his face, he reaches up and strokes his goatee as he looks down at the Ori and says, “Indeed, I thought you knew that a Titan is eternal, when the last star is this universe is extinguished I will be there to watch it go out Heka…I see you accomplished everything I knew you capable of, from the day I watched your heroic charge on the Vanir at “Odin’s Forge” I knew you had that unique talent that would help you succeed where even Anubis failed.” Atlas looks down the long corridor from the chamber of flames to the outer antechamber, he can see out the window the massive, towering, golden statue of himself gleaming in the light of day. Atlas’s eyes narrow as he turns back to the Ori and grabbing the edge of his lions mane cloak sweeps closer to her. He reaches out and his black leather glove gently grasps the edge of her chin as he says, “Now tell me living god, ruler of trillions of people in this galaxy, why have you summoned a Titan to this place?”….



Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere:

As the War Chariot sits proud and invincible in the light of the all mighty Atlas Sphere, a rather chastised voice comes over the comm..”This is Sphere Command, all apologies Lord Ares, your arrival is unexpected, please forgive the misunderstanding and welcome back to the Titan Empire, you have been missed. Your vessel is cleared it dock at “Tiamot Berth”, and you may then ring to the “Trajas Palace” where the Emperor himself awaits your arrival, once again welcome back Lord Ares hail Atlas!”.

The comm.. goes silent as outside the War Chariot the “Attila” class ships recloak, their hulls shimmering out of visual site as they tack away, a lone Al’kesh remains and begins slowly lining up with the front of the ship as docking instructions are passed from the Al’kesh to the War Chariot. The smaller ship leads the ship of Lord Ares towards the massive portal of the Atlas Sphere known as the “Gates of Oblivion”. As they fall into a pre-assigned flight path, they become part of vast fleet of ships coming and going through the gates. Hundreds of Tel’tak and smaller cargo vessels move through the vast gates, gates large enough to pass a 1000 ha’tak side by side and never touch the sides of the gates.

The War Chariot sits in place as brief warnings sound on not just the War Chariots pel’tak but every other ship, as a message plays, “Sphere Command to all incoming vessels standby for further instructions.” In the distance passing through the gate all the ships are eclipsed as the massive “Dreadnaught” class destroyer “Titan’s Fist” passes through the gates and over the idles ships of the transit lanes. Excited chatter is heard over the comms as the rare event of seeing this massive and iconic ship spreads through the fleet. The massive ship passes over the War Chariot dwarfing it as it’s glowing power core pulses bright blue, the massive weapons nodes pulse in a variety of colors as the lower pyramid passes right over the top of the War Chariot, the great warship tacks hard as it passes the transits lanes and jumps to hyperspace.

After the awesome showing of Titan power the ships in the transit lanes are allowed to return to entering the sphere as the Al’kesh passes through the gates, the small ship tacks and brings the War Chariot to the “Tiamot Berth” a vast docking yard located on the inner hull of the Sphere, not far from the “Gates of Oblivion”. The War Chariot is tractor beamed into the berth and docked successfully………
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“Now tell me living god, ruler of trillions of people in this galaxy, why have you summoned a Titan to this place?”

Heka begun walking about the chamber as she smiled viciously. “I brought you here because I need you. This galaxy is not enough. I want the Milky Way at its knees, worshiping me as their true god!” Heka's eyes glowed golden and red and she tightened her hand to a fist. Her body vanished in a inferno of fire and reappearing right in front of Atlas.

She leaned close to him as she whispered: “Help me, and we can rule the universe together!” She reached up to Atlas's head and gently pulled him closer to her and kissed him.
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-Ares moved to the platform that hard docked with the sphere, Zypher close at his heels. Zypher was wearing her newly fassioned gryphon gladiator armor, and Ares was wearing his modified gold templar suit. As they neared the bay, both blinked out of existance in one place, and with a static vaccume pop, appeared mid step on the docking platform. Attendants, and jaffa jumped nearly out of their skins as the two continued walking down the long corridor to the first console they could reach-

-without waitng for the approaching titan guard escort and the tech priest that was apparently leading them, Ares pulled up a schematic of the spheres general city layout. Quickly keying a few locations into his gauntlet, he nodded to Zypher and both turned to start walking again. They headed for the escort and just as the priest was opening his mouth to start proclimations and hails, the two vanished again. The priest paused mid step, mouth open and hand raised, then slowly lowered his hand and gulped, looking up and back at the titan guards-

-on the steps of Trajas palace, the two figures started a whole herd of worshipers as their electrical sounding snap arrival scatterd the throng. The gold armored giant and his black crystaline armored female prime ascended the steps to the gates and stood a moment, glancing down the steps first then at the Jaffa that lined the palace gate-

"Well?" -Ares' called out, raising hands at his sides in an expectant gesture.-
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City of the Gods, Celestis, Alteran Galaxy:

As the Ascended Ori kisses Atlas he wraps his powerful arms around her and lifts her from the floor returning her kiss. After a few moments Atlas breaks the kiss, wisp of energy escaping from between their lips as Atlas sets her on her feet and says, “So your lust for more power grows by the day? Your sights are set on the Milky Way, so you’re ready to come home then.” He turns and begins to walk down the corridor toward the outer chamber. He passes through the chamber followed by the Ori as he steps out onto a vast terrace that looks down upon the holy city.

He looks upon the soaring spires and great domed cathedrals as he strokes his goatee and says, “Then we will need to move carefully, the Ascended will be watching, so we will need to blind them a bit. I will find a suitable planet to use as a beachhead for your forces. I will install heavy grade Alpha Ban Emitters on the planet so the Ascended cannot easily look upon what you are doing.” Atlas turns and looking down at Heka says, “Yes I believe this will work out perfectly, you can build your forces there, we can even begin building a Chappa’ko for your ships, by the time anyone knows what is happening it will be too late.”

Atlas smirks wickedly as he says, “Two whole galaxies under your control, trillions upon trillions kneeling in your temples crying out your name. Intoxicating is it not?” Atlas moves to the center of the terrace and looking over at his massive golden statue says, “Now return me to the Trajas Palace, I have many plans to put into motion if we are to make this work, and I have a few loose ends to tie up, but leave your Prior with me, he will serve as an effective liaison for us.” The wind catches the Titan’s cloak as he stands proudly on the holiest of places in the Alteran Galaxy; HIS iconic statue stands mighty and inviolate behind him……

Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere:

As the War God and his First Prime stand upon the steps of the Imperial Palace, a hush is heard through the crowd on the other side of the gates. Whispers and murmurs travel through the corwd as they look upon the new comer. The Jaffa manning the gates turns and begins to look to a Jaffa Commander, who reaches up and touching his collar retracts his dragon helmet into his collar. He grabs the edge of his cloak and walking a few steps comes up short of Ares and bows as he says, “Forgive our impertinence my lord, your arrival was not expected in such a capacity.

He walks up steps past Ares and motions as he says, “Allow me to escort you to the Emperor.” The small group starts up the grand stairs toward the gigantic golden palace doors that swing open easily with no sign of strain. As the group passes into the palaces foyer, they behold the vast chamber, as massive flags bearing the crest of Atlas hang high in the vaulted ceilings, dozens of slaves bustle about carrying trays or kneeling down cleaning and polishing the black marble floors.

Two large staircases wind off in either direction of the palace, their white marble gleaming in the lights of the palace. As they make their way up one of the stair cases, an entire legion of black armored Jaffa march through the foyer to their postings inside the palace. As the group proceeds down a vast corridor the Jaffa Commander clears his throat and says, “It is a great honor Lord Ares, I saw you in the throne room on Tartarus before your deployment, and your reputation is the thing of legend here in the Empire.”

As the Commander says that they pass a vast mural carved into the wall on their right depicting Atlas holding a war axe in his left hand and the severed head of an Unas, all about him dozens of roaring, vicious Unas bear their teeth and claws and surround the massive Titan, as flames lick at buildings that strangely resemble those found on Earth.

The Commander looks over his shoulder and sees Ares looking at the mural and says, “The craftsmen finished it last week, it is a depiction of the last battle during the “Siege of Brooklyn”. They enter another hall way that is full of people moving toward a vast set of doors. Even from this point they can see the towering forms of 4 TitanGuards men standing watch over the doorway. Their wicked wax axes gleaming brightly, as they pass the TitanGuard and head into the throne room, one of the TitanGuard turns his rage mask in Ares direction, the bright red eyes never leaving the War God as the group passes by.

The Jaffa Commander leads Ares and his First Prime through the crowd and to a spot near a heavily inscribed marble pillar, he holds up his hand and says, “We must wait for but a second my lord, the Emperor is about to be presented with a gift. They watch as the numerous crowd in the throne room begins to part, they see a hole open up as minors lords and dignitaries begin raising their voices and moving quickly. They see Atlas perched high upon his throne looking down on the commotion, Argus stands on one side of the throne while Achilles stands on the other. On the floor below two heavily muscled Jaffa move forward holding the ends of long poles as they struggle to control something on the end.

A black robed priest moves forward from behind them and bowing before Atlas’s dais says, “My Lord to celebrate your return I have a gift from your great kennels on Rhodes.” The priest motions and the Jaffa move forward pulling a vicious looking beast. Where there should be legs six long tentacle like limbs move and whip about holding up the creature at nearly 6ft at shoulder. Its long neck supports a small head that is filled with sharp carnivorous teeth. Its small black eyes glow ominously as it snaps and flails at the poles holding it. The voice of the Emperor booms out,”Ah I see my pet has reached maturity, how is my Mar’duk?”

There is a laugh that travels through the throne room at the private joke as the Priest says, “Completely vicious and uncontrollable my lord.” Atlas rises and walks down the dais as he says, “Nonsense, no creature is beyond control, especially predators, they just need to know who the Alpha male is.” Atlas reaches the bottom of the steps and walks toward the creature, as he towers over the Jaffa containing it he nods. There is a gasp in the room as the Jaffa release the clamps and back away.

The creature snarls and lashes its limbs at the ground as Atlas looks down at it. The beast lunges at Atlas who holds his arm out and smiles as it coils around his massive arm and does nothing else. Atlas looks about the chamber as his demonic voice booms out, “That and a little genetic reprogramming ensuring it’s loyalty.” There are great sighs as many in the audience begin to clap at Atlas’s showing. Atlas mockingly bows and begins to walk toward the throne when his Second Prime Hector emerges from the crowd. The silver armored warrior approaches the Emperor with an elaborate golden box in is arms.

He kneels and looking up at Atlas says, “I recovered this from the Regent’s personal quarters. Atlas holds his arm out and the Mar’duk uncoils and lands on the floor next to the Emperor lightly, Atlas reaches down and opens the box. He reaches in and pulls out his DeathBringer Gauntlet, his eyes flash golden as he slowly slides the elaborate weapon on to his right hand. From his finger tips to his elbow his arm is completely encased in the golden trinium gauntlet, it is heavily inscribed with raised hieroglyphics and rare and precious stones. As Atlas adjusts the device on his arm, he flexes the fingers as he sighs pleasantly.

He looks over the tips of fingers and his eyes fall on Ares, Atlas expressions changes as he makes a motion and Hector rises and steps aside. The Jaffa Commander walks forward and sweeping his cloak out and wide bows as he says, “My Emperor, my I present the God of War, the great Lord Ares.” There is excited mumbling in the crowd as Ares and his First Prime walk forward into the center of the chamber. Atlas folds his massive arms over his chest, his lions mane cloak flutters with the movement, as Achilles briskl

y walks down the dais, his golden form fitting armor moving without a sound as the First Prime takes position on Atlas’s right side, the Second Prime sensing some tension stands on the Emperor’s left with his hand lightly draped over his swords hilt which hangs on his belt. The Mar’duk hisses as is moves smoothly along the floor passing over the Emperor’s boots and moves between his legs hissing and growling at the war god. As Ares approaches Atlas’s eye brow perks up as he awaits Ares prostration………………..
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-Ares watched the people more than he observed the layout and furnature. Zypher's heads up display was recording it all anyway for later review if needed, though the initial download of the city layout was surprisingly accurate. As Ares and Zypher wated near the back he could hear the various whispers and conversations, trying to figure out who he was and why he was given an escort if they had no clue who he was-


-as his jaffa escort announced him, and Atlas' demeanor visibly changed, Ares could feel the ripple pass through the room. Such an announcement was sure to reach more ears than this room, and it had been a very,very long time since he'd heard the introduction in public. He smoothly padded forward, the gold crystaline armor catching and refracting light, where Zypher's seemed to absorb it. Both came to a stop just outisde striking range of Atlas' guard dogs Achillies and Hector-

-Without visible pause, or hessitation, Ares rang his fist against his chestplate, and one heel against the ground, and then lowered to the opposite knee with his head downward at an angle. Zypher, behind him, did the same in almost perfect sequence. The gesture was old, not used in common times since the rise of Ra and the original system lords.-

-his voice, even with his head angled down, rang clear and deep through the murmering chamber- "I am pleased to return, My Liege Lord. Dispite some travel permit difficulties, I return from Pegasus with official report information regarding my mission, and news of your son, Ajax. I will of course wait for your leave to discuss either. I wouldn't want to interrupt your return party..."

-he remained in the one knee position until he was told to move, utterly and impossibly still and visibly at ease-
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As Ares and his First Prime kneel before the legendary Titan, Atlas’s eyes shift about the chamber, he raises his left hand and waves the crowd of sycophants and Minor Lords out with, “Be gone, I have private business with MY War God!” A low rumbling horn sounds and the crowd bows and begins to exit the chamber. As the massive doors of the throne room swing shut with a resounding bang, the TitanGuard that form a line on either side of the dais turn their heads in Ares direction, some of them growl while others grip their war axes, the sound of their shifting armor resounds dully through the throne room.

As Atlas begins to slowly approach Ares the Mar’duk quickly scampers from between Atlas’s legs as it hisses and growls slowly stalking about the War God and his First Prime. Atlas’s black knee high boots clomp on the marble loudly as he stands over Ares and placing his large hand on the armored shoulder of Ares says, “Rise War God, we have much discuss, but there is time enough for your report, but first.”

Atlas slowly walks around the War God as he and his First Prime rise to their feet, Atlas towers over Zypher as he looks her over and admires her form and beauty. He reaches out with his left hand and placing his finger tip under her chin tilts her head up to meet his gaze and looks into her eyes as he says, “I see my War God has brought me a gift?”

Atlas turns and laughing says, “I jest, you always had fine taste in women Ares, but based on her dress and steely resolve I would say she is no slave or mere sex toy, no doubt a formidable warrior and tactician.” Atlas circles around Ares and stands before the War God as Ares nearly stands as tall as the Titan himself. Atlas places the DeathBringer gauntlet encased right hand on Ares left shoulder as he says, “Ares…Ares, do you know why I have kept you alive for so long? I respect you, plain and simple, like your brother Apollo, I have had nothing but the utmost respect for you both, despite the defeats, the setbacks and insolence from the other Olympians, I have always held you two to a much higher standard than your detestable father Zeus.”

Atlas slowly begins to walk up the steps of the dais to his throne, he turns and looking down on Ares says, “You Ares have always stood for something more than sum total of the other Olympians, for that reason alone did I defy Cronus in the final days of the war, for that reason alone, when you surrendered to me, Cronus knew and he demanded your immediate execution, I believe he said, “I want his head on my palace wall, I will drink his soul from his dismembered corpse.” Were the exact words, if memory serves me.”

Atlas looks at his throne and watches as the Mar’duk leaps up the steps and lands lightly on the left arm of throne, it folds it’s limbs beneath it and its coal black eyes shine in the light of the throne room as Atlas stands at the top of the dais and says, “That is the true reason Ra was able to beat Cronus and what was left of the Titan Fleet, I withdrew, I fell out with Cronus over your fate, I promised your safety and that of your men, I was not about to break my word to a warrior of true virtue and honor. I, not Ra, not Zeus, me, I ended the war and walked away from the chance to rule the Goa’uld for you Ares. I sheltered you, I mentored you, I nurtured you and how do you repay my efforts?”

Atlas sits on the edge of his throne, his back rigid and straight with indignation as a massive blue holoscreen appears between the War God and the throne’s dais. An image comes into focus and begins playing as it shows the view from a helmet’s camera. From the edges of the scene long black shimmers tentacles dance about bashing at and grappling with a large golden armored warrior, who sails through the air, his weapon comes down just out of the cameras view as the sound of tearing metal and a grunt is heard the warrior says, "When you meet one of these horsemen.. send them my way...I'll test your theory..."

The holoscreen goes blank and fades as Ares looks up the dais at the glaring face of the incensed Titan. Atlas looks down at Ares and snarls as he says, “I honored my pact with you and made you one of my own, when it was time to reap untold glory on the fields of battle in the Pegasus Galaxy, I sent you, my War God to do just that but instead, you defied my orders, returned here without permission, killed one of my children, interrupted my resurrection and worse of all..” Atlas rises as his eyes flash golden, his voice booms through the chamber as he says, “You rescued General Ma’ahes from my clutches!!!!!

Both Achilles and Hector go from easy stances to slowly unfolding their arms from their chest as they rest their hands on their ceremonial blades loosely, the Jaffa stationed in alcoves about the room go from honorary guard position, to hefting their staffs with both hands, yet not actually pointing the lethal weapons. The Titanguard become agitated as Atlas’s wrath grows, the Titan Emperor looks down upon Ares and breathes deeply as he relaxes and says, “You Ares, my wayward child, are one of my favorites, so I will give you this one chance to return to me, to redeem yourself, you know what this Kualpuch is don’t you? You will tell me everything there is to know about it, and you will tell me the truth.”

Atlas slowly raises his hands, his cloak billowing about behind him as he says, “And then you my War God will lead my fleet there, and you will raze this system in the name of Atlas and retrieve my beloved “Styx”, every world there will have my awesome likeness looking upon them.” Atlas looks down upon the War God and raises his chin defiantly daring the War God to defy the “Titan of Power”, the “Dragon of Knossos”
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-Ares stood cool and composed through the display of the helm video recording, one brow raising as he tilted his head ever so faintly. As the Titan's forces visibly tenced and readied, a normal adversary would feel cowed, even incredibly intimidated by the show of manpower and force. Indeed the titan guard were a feared commodity, let alone Achillies' reputation. But instead, Ares actaully started with the slightest of smiles-

"First, My Liege, I'll congratulate you on a successfull return from the dead, yet again." -his head did a slow pan of the room, as if making note of all those present as he made a slow turn- "This is one section of your palace I've never been you know... even after my awakening ... or shall I say reawakening...' -he finished his circut and folded his arms behind him loosely, which made Achillies and Hector even more on edge for some reason-

"I suppose I should be flattered... that you would turn aside what was almost an assured victory over Zeus with or without Cronus... over me... I am considerably flattered, by the show your boys are putting on right now..." -he actaully chuckled a bit and looked around more casually- "it's as if the whole room thinks they'll need to raise arm against me... one man among ... all this?" -his arms extended to encompas the room, then his gauntlet beeped and he turned it to look as if checking a watch-

-without lowering his arm, or raising his head, his eyes shifted to look up the stairs at the towering Titan, his voice lowering to a rumble but still clearly audible - "Not enough ... " -and with a depression of a single command, the gauntlet emitter activated. The ground rippled beneath all those present within the room except Atlas, Ares, and Zypher, and like a trap door, everyone except those three fell straight down and the distortion closed over where they had been standing.-

"You say you gave up your conquest for me... " -his voice rose some- "I gave up my LIFE, for you... for your bretheren... I gave up everything I ever had or could have had, in a desterate gamble to save lives, in a frutiless and pointless war. And now, here I am again, being told to raise cities and plunder planets ...When will this cycle end? When will the wars stop claiming lives cought in the crossfire of civil war?"

-he actaully started approaching the raised stairwell- "yes, I know about kualpush. Yes I was there to save the general Ma'ahes from your misguided children. i more than any know what it is to live every day knowing the one person I would give anything to kill is already dead at another's hand... Your children had Ma'ahes bound, beaten, unworthy of serving even as a sacrifice in that fassion... you are the last Titan... you deserve to kill prey on it's feet and capable of fighting back even if it's a futile measure... it's a measure you would have insisted if you were yourself...but you wern't... you were still recovering from wherever you'd been ..."

-Ares half turned, extending his hand behind him. Zypher came forward and handed him a small data crystal which he moved to place in the hall's projector system. The holo screen once again became active, and displayed the Olympian treaty with Kualpush, and all the signatures in place. Ares pointed at it as he spoke- "your children also interrupted what I already had in motion... a political and non-violent method of bringing these wayward and secluded systems into the fold. Stealing the general in some wild fantacy that killing him in your moment of return would engratiate them to you put nearly a month of my work almost to ruin. Had I not done what I was forced to do, this treaty would be nullified and I'd have to resort to violence again..."

-he moved to stand at the base of the stairs again- "I was built for violence... I was bred for war and combat and death... In the Pegasus galaxy I got a taste of what it was to build.. to create and nurture... I got a sence of what my true potential was ... I don't want to go back to being just the bulldog of the empire... I'm capable of so much more if only you'd let me show you ... "

-he paused to take breath, and guage how the Titan was taking the onslaught, and Zypher stood where she'd stopped, a good distance behind Ares as she had been instructed before they'd even entered. If the perverbial crap hit the fan, her finger hovered over their conjoined recall command-
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Atlas’s eyebrow perks up as he watches his Paladins and elite guards disappear into the floor of his grand throne room. He folds his arms over his barrel chest and listens to the War Gods impassioned speech. As Ares finishes Atlas begins to slowly clap his hands together as he advances down the dais. The Titan’s face grows placid as he says, “Bravo, my boy, it takes a singular kind of personality to come before me and perform such provocative actions in the presence of the “Father of All Things”.

Atlas stops half way down the dais, his lions mane cloak fluttering about his legs as he looks puzzled he says, “I am impressed with your device this, slipstream field is it? As Atlas says this, a visible shift in the color spectrum takes place in the throne room, followed by a loud buzzing sound that fades to silence as the color spectrum returns to normal. Atlas points up into the vast vaulted ceilings as he says, “As you no doubt know War God this space like all grand common spaces are monitored at all times by the facilities command center. I had hoped that you would not use your toy in my presence since it would be considered a severe breach of court etiquette.”

Atlas grins wickedly as he looks over Ares shoulder at Zypher and says, “You can lower your hand, your device will not work in here now that the subspace dampers are online.” Atlas looks thoughtful as he says, “On second thought Ares and I have some words that are only meant for the ears of the immortals.” In a flash of motion Atlas raises his DeathBringer gauntlet and pointing the black gem in the open palm, unleashes a powerful narrow beam kinetic blast that pulses past Ares and picks up Zypher and hurls her across the throne room, she sails several feet before hitting the black marble floor and sliding to a halt near a marble column.

As Ares watches his First Prime tossed and rendered unconscious, he turns back to look up the dais and sees Atlas raise his gauntleted right hand over his head. He opens the up turned palm and a black spark lights over his head and then explode into 6 foot long black plasma bolt that resembles black lighting. Time slows in the eyes of the War God as he watches the Titan close his right hand around the black plasma bolt, arcs of blacking lighting spark and shoot about the dais as Atlas uses his left hand to point at Ares, he draws back his right hand and launches the black bolt forward with force as it lances through the air, black lighting scorches the steps of the dais as it flashes and tears its way toward Ares, the bolt strikes the War God in the right shoulder and hurls his massive body backwards as black lighting ripples about his body.

Ares lies prone on the floor, as smoke and steam rise from his armor and body. Ares rolls to his hands and knees, his muscles spasming and convulsing as he hears Atlas voice say, “A warning shot Ares, think of what it could have done at full power.” Ares hears the thunk of the boots of a Titan hit the floor near him as he feels the floor reverberate with the coming of Atlas. Atlas’s boots come into Ares visual range as he hears, “You have the gall to stand before me and mourn your lot in life? You, the War God, you have enjoyed riches beyond measure, glory the likes of which have never been seen, you moan of your dissatisfaction with your life?”

Atlas bends down and wraps his massive hand around the War Gods neck and hauls him to his feet as he says, “Your true potential?....FOOL!!!!!, you are the God of War, my God of War, building and sustaining are not in your genetic code, war and wrath and destruction are your only tools, death is your currency.” Atlas’s grip tightens on Ares neck as he says, “You disappoint me boy, I treated you as I would treat my own son yet you turned your back on the Titan Empire, on me the first chance you got.” Atlas turns Ares face toward the Kualpuch treaty that still hangs in the middle of the air on the holoscreen.

Atlas brings his lips close to Ares ears and says, “This Kualpuch is a dream, do you think that they are the future of this Galaxy, the future of our kind? A group of Goa’uld who do not belive in Godhood, in manifest destiny? No Ares, the Goa’uld’s future lies in my hands, the fate of the heavens rest on my shoulders and soon the fate of our kind as well.” Atlas releases Ares and the War God falls to knees as Atlas towers over him and with a look of sorrow says, “You were one of my finest Ares, but if the fools of Kualpuch can warp your mind then they could do it to the entire Empire and that is a threat I cannot allow, after some…reprogramming you will tell me where they are and then I will take the “Atok” and the “Grand Titan Fleet” and reduce them to ash, like so many others who have opposed me.”

Atlas turns and begins to walk up the dais as the doors of the Throne room opens and two ranks of TitanGuard 8 deep march into the room. The massive armored brutes form on either side of the kneeling War God, their massive wax axes held at the ready, one of the TitanGuard picks the limp unmoving form of Zypher from the floor by her left arm, her body dangling in the air as the brute holds her high with one hand. Atlas looks down as Ares, as the Titan adjust his gauntlet with a satisfied look Atlas says, “Any final words before your trip to the Za’tarc chair my child?”…….
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