"Need?" I shake my head. "I don't. It would be helpful to have you, and I believe that we could accomplish useful things together, but ultimately you don't need me and I don't need you."
"O… Kay…" He nods his head to the side. "Was… Kinda expecting you to put a little more effort into selling this to me…"
You're not
that important, Robo'neil. Alstair is useful for some side production, but really, Mammon didn't
have to help you.
"Alright." I shrug. "This planet has no army. It has a tiny poorly trained militia force. The stargate is defended, but unless I get involved myself there's basically nothing here that can contest a landing or orbital bombardment."
"Because you can stop a fleet on your own."
Yes, his Ring still holds charge, doesn't it?
"Yes."
"Because…" He nods slowly, making a circling gesture with both hands. "You're a god."
This again? No, Robo'neil. It's because he has advanced technology. If you could fire the Ring up, you
might be able to manage the same.
"No, because I've got tonnes of super-advanced alien technology on my person." He gives me his full attention. "What, did you think Alstair was the only planet I went to?"
"Oh. Okay. That…" He nods to himself. "Makes a little more sense."
I mean, that was part of Stargate Command's mission, wasn't it? Try to acquire potent technology from any advanced cultures they encounter?
"To be clear, I'm not hung up on the god thing. You don't have to refer to me as a god, or treat me as a god. You don't have to worship me, sacrifice to me, or grovel at my feet. But if you take the job then I will be your head of state, and that does involve treating me with a degree of deference. I am aware that you tend to be irreverent, and that's fine in private, but I am running a nation here and my subordinates openly disrespecting me can have severe consequences for everyone."
Yeah, one Goa'uld hears you talking back and you might find
them taking exception on Mammon's behalf.
Teal'c frowns at me. "You are most unusual."
I smile. "Thank you."
Love that he's proud of that.
He tilts his head to the side slightly. "I am surprised that you are willing to offer me a place."
I shrug. "You are not the original Teal'c. You are not even a Jaffa. You owe the goa'uld nothing, and you did not betray your subordinates."
Even so, Robo-Teal'c still feels the regret and shame over it...
He raises an eyebrow. "My fellow Jaffa were loyal to Apophis."
"How do you know that they did not harbour the same doubts that Teal'c and Bra'tac do? Did he ask?"
...Oh for... Bra'tac didn't actually check, did he? Too afraid to risk exposing his disloyalty?
"I-."
"He."
A shallow nod. "He did not."
That's what this is about, then, isn't it? You're wondering if they
had to die or not?
"He didn't ask and he didn't use his Zat'nik'tel. I appreciate that his defection was a spur of the moment thing, but they were his subordinates and they deserved better from him. If you decide to enter my service and later feel that you cannot in good conscience continue to work for me, you can resign and return to Alstair. Or Chulak, as far as I'm concerned. If you have concerns about my behaviour, you are free to respectfully raise them in private -that applies to you as well, Roboneil- but I will expect you to accept my decision afterwards."
Imagine if Teal'c visited home, to find Robo-Teal'c there. That would be quite the awkward conversation.
Roboneil raises his eyebrows. "'Roboneil'?"
"Are you going to keep calling us 'goold'?"
And he
knows you can say it normally. No blaming it on your accent.
He considers that for a moment, then nods. "Fair point. Just need to come up with something for 'Mammon'..."
My communication device chimes.
...Oh, that can't be good, especially if he told his people not to call him.
"Excuse me." I turn away from them and head out of the armoury. "Yes?"
"Lord Mammon, Lady Heset has arrived to speak with you."
Well, well. The Tok'ra agent making a move, is she?
"She's at the stargate now?"
"No, Lord. She used a ring transporter. She's in the palace."
A very big and very
dangerous move. Anyone else and the Goa'uld would be pissed off. And likely to break things.
There's a ship in orbit-. There's a ship in orbit over my capital. I don't think that she's threatening me, but that's bloody rude for a goa'uld. By any normal standard of diplomacy she should have called ahead. Even Lord Bastet would have done that unless I'd really pissed her off, if only to ensure that we had quarters ready for her.
See? Basic diplomacy when you have super-weaponry. Especially with Mammon, who Bastet may well be suspicious he has things he's
not showing her.
"I will return at once." I close the communication channel and duck back into the armoury. "I'm sorry, but something's come up that needs my personal attention. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves while I'm away."
Roboneil raises his eyebrows. "Because… We needed your permission to do that?"
Well, given he's more or less the only access, there's not much you can do otherwise.
I shrug. "You might have assumed that I was monitoring everything that happened inside a secure area, and that might have impeded the freedom of your discussion. I'm telling you that you don't need to worry about that. Excuse me."
Where is she-? Right. Transition.
A reasonable suspicion, and I suppose he could listen in if he weren't kind of
worried right now.
I appear miles away from the armoury, in what was the great receiving room. I haven't done much in the way of renovation to it because I didn't think it would see any use. And there's Heset, her guards and her First Prime who's raising his Ma'Tok-.
I transfer it into my right hand and jab the butt right into his pouch. Then I drop it onto the floor for him to pick up before fanning out my hands and smiling at Heset.
...I know you mean his abdominal larva-pouch, but I couldn't help picture Mammon racking his in the crotch.

Either way, it's a good lesson about checking before you pull a weapon.
"Lady Heset. I wasn't expecting you, otherwise I would have been here to greet you. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
She slowly draws a deep breath, eyes flickering to her First Prime who has one hand on his Zat'nik'tel and shaking her head. "Lord Mammon. System Lord Bastet has commanded me to speak with you in private on a matter of great urgency. Where may we speak?"
...Yes, I'm
sure she has. Heset must really be worrying about his projects if she's being this blatant.
I raise my left hand, making orange lights circle around us before transitioning us to my private reception room.
"Here." She takes a moment to adjust to her new location, then reaches her right hand to her chest... Maybe she's checking that all of her materialised? "This is a violation of protocol, Lady Heset. System Lord Bastet has not lost my gate coordinates. What do you want?"
Hmm... A communications device, perhaps? Is she
literally wearing a hidden microphone and worried it lost signal there, I wonder? Then again, given her perfume...
"Lady Bastet has… Your reward. She suggested that you might find it helpful if you had another goa'uld to aid you."
"Hardly. Few goa'uld would have the perspective, even if they could technically aid me. I don't want to have to deal with a would-be usurper's psychosis."
He's not wrong, but better not let Bastet ever hear that sentiment.
Oh, there's her perfume again. I really don't see the appeal.
"There are ways around that. Lady Bastet has acquired the service of a goa'uld queen to provide her Jaffa with Prim'ta. If you were to sire a brood, that would ensure that they shared your mindset."
Well, isn't that
convenient.
"Assuming that the queen cooperated and didn't add other instructions."
Plus I… Well, I could use my scans of goa'uld physiology to add goa'uld host additives to my blood stream, it wouldn't be mine and it wouldn't have my genetically encoded memories in it. I'm fairly sure that the queen would notice that. I haven't even tried decoding goa'uld genetic memory. Though-. If the Alstairians can create memory downloads it might be possible to work something out, maybe?
Yeah, I don't think your symbiote construct Lantern is going to be particularly
compatible with a Queen without some
very clever Ring-work.
Heset takes a step closer, right hand rubbing her chest again. "I was… Instructed to get a sample… Personally."
The smell of her perfume is a bit-.
Ah, I see. Keeping a dispenser in her Victoria's Secret Compartment, eh?
Wait. Scan.
…
Oh you cheeky minx. Pull.
Holy shit, she
was using a pheromonal control gas?
A small part of her robe bursts as the aerosol lands in my left hand. I glare at it, then at her.
"What exactly was this supposed to do to me?"
Honestly, can't blame her for being
careful. After all, she doesn't know you're
not a particularly reasonable Goa'uld...