1 Chapter 1 Korr

Chapter 1 Korr

Korr frowned. He had gone to bed the night before in his small rental room after spending half the night watching videos on social media, but he woke up in a strange bed, in a room with Egyptian decor, and a couple of maids were helping him dress.

The room showed no visible technology, and the maids wore rags that he considered dirty. Both maids, besides wearing what, in his opinion, were dirty rags, were unattractive, although they were young and seemed to be no older than thirty. One was blonde, and the other had black, unkempt hair.

However, Korr knew exactly where he was, not because at that moment they were placing a Kara kesh on his right hand, or because the maids called him "my god Korr," but because upon waking up, he understood that he was a symbiote controlling a strange body, with an inherited memory of horrifying experiences including torture, rape, murder, genocide, and all kinds of atrocities, typical of the goa'uld.

All this meant that he had transmigrated into one of his all-time favorite science fiction series, Stargate, and as a goa'uld, that implied he was in Stargate SG-1.

Since waking up about an hour ago, Korr had been setting aside all his "beautiful memories inherited from other goa'uld" along with the extreme egocentrism of the symbiote, which, despite being a pathetic parasite, considered itself a god.

Now, under the name Korr, a minor goa'uld, he was calculating the resources available, the specific time he was in, what technologies he could obtain based on his location, and how he could become a true technology god in this world.

His current species was hated to death throughout the galaxy, and if he presented himself as a good person with decent intentions, he would be lynched or end up in some secret laboratory or prison if he dared to approach someone who hated the goa'uld without a way to defend himself.

After thinking for an hour, Korr decided that his safety was the most important, so he wouldn't do anything crazy or take unnecessary risks without getting something in return.

With this decision made, the first thing he needed to do was figure out which part of the story he was in and from there determine what technologies and knowledge he could acquire.

Korr had read several fanfics where transmigrators took everything lightly and made nonsense with the story, making friends, but he wasn't going to follow that path. His main goal was to acquire advanced technologies, resources, and power. Then he could afford to make nonsense and relax without worrying about his safety or the story itself.

To carry out this plan, Korr reviewed his possessions and who he was.

First of all, Korr was a minor goa'uld, exiled on a small planet on the edge of the galaxy, with about five thousand slaves and a hundred Jaffa. He was obliged to pay tributes in exchange for the protection of a mid-ranking goa'uld, Mot, who in turn obeyed Ra's orders, even though he was on the edge of the galaxy and away from the central territories controlled by Ra. Since no one dared to attack the servants of the supreme goa'uld lord, Korr's boss could be considered cunning.

Continuing with Korr, his possessions included a Ha'tak ship, but it wasn't like those owned by Apophis or other system lords, who had dozens of them and between ten and fifteen in their personal armies. His was an old version with half the performance in all aspects, with defects and malfunctions.

It was little more than scrap, and he didn't even have the necessary fuel to make it work or spare parts in case of breakdowns. The fuel, which was liquid naquadah, Korr had to buy from the mid-ranking goa'uld who provided him protection against other mid-ranking goa'uld. Besides, he had to negotiate and humble himself to get any spare parts.

In summary, the life of a minor goa'uld was horrible, although a thousand times preferable to being one of its slaves and living in constant fear of torture. Of course, this was only the fate of this unfortunate goa'uld.

Korr, as a transmigrator who knew the story, could be considered an OP (overpowered) character within the plot, and no one could match his development potential; even an ascended being was insignificant compared to him.

In addition to being OP due to all his knowledge of the story, he had transmigrated to become a symbiote, one of the most OP species in the entire series. His potential was as absurd as his characteristic stupidity displayed throughout the series in embarrassing scenes where a goa'uld boasted of its divinity seconds before being sent to the other world.

Korr naturally considered them foolish, affected by the madness caused by the sarcophagus that they had inherited and passed on to their descendants. They were a sick and declining species.

Besides all this, Korr was a young goa'uld. Barely five years had passed since he was taken out of a Jaffa pouch, and the mid-ranking goa'uld to whom he paid tribute, after certain tests whose content was better forgotten and sealed in his memory for fear of madness, gave him a junk ship and a couple of toys, putting him in service to monitor the slaves extracting naquadah on that unnamed small planet.

This meant that Korr didn't even have access to a sarcophagus, and his madness was controllable. Or so he believed, because since he woke up, he felt strange and irritable. He had already had to contain his anger several times and avoid saying unpleasant things to the two pitiful-looking slaves who attended to him in his morning tasks.

Korr knew that it was he, not the ancient Korr, who was losing his composure. According to the memories of the ancient Korr, he enjoyed being attended to by his slaves, but to him, as the new Korr, they seemed ugly and dirty, and he didn't want them to touch him. He was bothered by their contact and felt the urge to hit them to make them step away. They were unpleasant beings…

Korr swallowed saliva, dispelling those thoughts, and shook his head forcefully in his mind while his body remained tense, and the discomfort and fear of the slaves were evident, indicating that his anger was noticeable.

"Get out!" Korr ordered. If he had to have servants, they should be of high rank like Ra's, not unpleasant and dirty beings like these…

Korr shook his head as the slaves left. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

…

After taking a moment, Korr opened his eyes, feeling renewed. It seemed he was better off alone. He felt good about himself thanks to the egocentrism of the goa'uld, although this seemed to affect him in some way because, comparing his old self with the new, there were differences that didn't fit.

In his previous life, he never experienced anger over other people's personal hygiene; he only felt annoyance or, at worst, dislike. It seemed that trying to distance himself from goa'uld memories didn't guarantee freedom from goa'uld madness.

This meant he had to find a cure, but at the moment, he had no access to anything similar, and all he could do was take a deep breath and try to calm down. He hoped not to commit any atrocities along the way, something he himself wouldn't approve of, as he had always valued self-control and never had vices like alcohol or drugs, although that didn't mean he rejected any form of entertainment.

It was better to try to control himself more now that he was disturbed. Fortunately, he didn't have a sarcophagus and didn't have to deal with an addiction to it.

Korr, now completely in control of his mental faculties, approached a mirror near his bed. However, he felt another wave of anger and clenched his fists at the somewhat distorted image reflected in the mirror. This goa'uld's life was crap; he didn't even have a decent mirror…

Korr took a deep breath. His goal wasn't to assess the mirror but himself, or rather, the body of his host. According to his memories, his host was a young slave, but he didn't want to explore more about his life and had completely sealed his consciousness, leaving it in a state of coma. He didn't want to know anything about his life or dwell on the fact that he forcibly occupied another person's body.

This meant that getting his own body was one of his priorities, not because he was a good person, but because having another consciousness so close to his made him uncomfortable and even afraid. As for moral issues, he didn't care. For that reason, he approached the mirror to see how he looked.

His skin was tan and bronzed due to warm weather and a scorching sun. His features had a certain Middle Eastern air. Korr had an average height of 1.78 m; he didn't consider himself tall, as he was ten centimeters shorter than in his previous life.

Korr wouldn't consider himself handsome either, just a little better than in his previous life, but his body was toned, which added some points.

Korr wondered if a symbiote could improve the body because he didn't remember this goa'uld exercising.

Korr shook his head. He wasn't satisfied with his current appearance. The clothes he wore were also of poor quality, and thinking about it brought back the memory of how he obtained them: it was a gift from the goa'uld who left him there. It was low-quality clothing.

The goa'uld were mentally Ill and lived in filth; their cities were disgusting, and their slaves were dirty beggars…

Korr took a deep breath. It seemed that being aware of his madness and the disgusting way of life of the goa'uld only caused him fits of anger, and it wasn't the time for that. It was time to start stealing technologies and knowledge to treat his madness and become a true technology god.

In this Stargate universe, such a thing was possible because there was easily accessible technology for those who knew where to look, and it was technology that could make him a real god… Well, he didn't want to be ascended, so no godhood, but a mortal, who was immortal, with the absolute power to do his will, wouldn't be bad…

Korr shook his head again and wondered if the goa'uld's ambitions had gotten the better of him, but it didn't matter because it didn't seem like a bad plan.

While looking at himself in disgust in the mirror, Korr thought that the first step for his plan to steal everything and become the supreme ruler of all the goa'uld in this galaxy and its surroundings was to determine which part of the story he was in, and for that, he had some clues. Firstly, the goa'uld Korr served was, in turn, a servant of Ra.

This could mean that the main story hadn't yet begun, and Ra was still alive, making his quest for power easier. But he couldn't be sure of that since the major goa'uld or system lords didn't learn of Ra's death until a year later, and Korr was a low-ranking, insignificant goa'uld. No goa'uld would bother telling him anything.

Still, the arrogance and egotism of a goa'uld would prevent him from not declaring to his servants that he was now in charge, and the goa'uld he served would surely notify him of a leadership change because as soon as Ra died, he would be in grave danger and rush to swear allegiance to one of the system lords ruling his territory, either Olokun or Queen Morrigan.

For all these reasons, Korr wasn't sure, but he had a more or less secure way to find out which part of the story he was in. And that way was "Abydos." Of the entire Stargate series, "Abydos" was the only Stargate address that Korr remembered.

He didn't even know the address for Earth, although he knew that its point of origin symbol was the triangle with a circle above it because the main characters wore it on their uniforms, or they would later, he didn't recall that part. Once, on the internet, he went over all the iconic addresses from the series, but he couldn't remember any of them. Still, his lack of knowledge about the gate addresses wasn't a problem because the information he needed was about the most advanced technologies and how to use them, and that he remembered. So, he had to start his plan as soon as possible.

Korr observed himself again in the mirror. His clothes were wide rags; they couldn't be called clothes; it was shameful.

His attire consisted of wide, moderately clean rags, loose pants, and a shirt, similar to Middle Eastern attire, nothing as impeccable and in his own style as what Ra wore in the movie. By all evidence, Korr was a miserable and poor goa'uld, whose servants were ugly and poorly dressed… Well, his clothes were ordinary.

Korr looked at his forehead; there were no marks of any kind. He wasn't wearing makeup either. Then he looked at his right hand; the Kara kesh was there, but to set his plan in motion, it couldn't be seen, so he took it off and hid it In his ample clothing. Finally, he spent ten minutes in front of the mirror mastering the gleam effect in his eyes. He didn't want his plans to fail by looking like a firefly at times when he needed to pass as a human.

Once done with his preparations in front of the mirror, Korr went to a corner and took out a zat gun from a hiding spot; he also concealed it in his clothing for safety.

When finished, Korr left his room. Two Jaffas were waiting for him outside and greeted him. They wore full armor but no helmets.

Korr looked at them with contempt, considering them low-grade soldiers, but he adopted a serene expression again. It wasn't the time to worry about the Jaffas and their terrible, outdated, and ineffective battle and war tactics and strategies.

"Let's go to the chappa'ai!" Korr ordered in the Goa'uld language.

The Jaffas didn't dare to ask questions or propose alternatives because the goa'uld tortured and killed any slave who disobeyed. Sometimes, merely hinting at nonsense was enough for them to be executed after being tortured.

The Jaffas covered his rear and front as they walked down the corridor.

Korr nodded in satisfaction as he walked and observed the corridor. The floor was polished, and the walls were golden, decorated with high-quality reliefs, even though the ship that served as his palace was a piece of junk. If there was something he liked about the goa'uld, it was the design of their ships. He didn't care if they were inefficient or wasted space; he found them cool and had a unique and flashy style.

If he designed ships in the future, Korr would include many references to the Goa'uld model. In particular, he would make sure to add the pyramid, which was what most fans of the series criticized for inefficiency in Goa'uld ships.

Korr didn't mind wasting space; he didn't plan to remove the pyramid because it was what made Goa'uld ships unique and the whole series. It was the most striking design. In conclusion, no matter what technology he obtained, the Goa'uld design was what he liked most, and it was what he would use.

Despite all that, he was still a minor goa'uld and didn't even have access to all Goa'uld technology. Although this didn't mean he didn't possess vast knowledge and could study all the systems of the ship he owned and recreate it if he obtained the necessary tools and materials.

The intelligence of a goa'uld couldn't be underestimated. However, he couldn't overestimate his ability to obtain technology on his own, as any research breakthrough would take years, and that didn't interest him, especially if he didn't have access to dozens of advanced technologies.

…

Korr and his Jaffa escort arrived at the ring platform, and one of the two Jaffas took care of activating it. The sensation was strange. He didn't feel any dematerialization of his body. When the rings ascended, he only saw a flash of light.

Regaining vision, Korr found himself in another room, constructed of stone, serving as the base of the pyramid on which his Ha'tak ship rested. When the transport rings returned to their place, a Jaffa with Middle Eastern features and a molten gold tattoo on his forehead awaited him. They were two small crumbs surrounded by a circle, at least that's what Korr thought. The symbol seemed too modest and unimpressive.

It was embarrassing, but Korr didn't have time to correct it. The Jaffa was tall and athletic. He was one of the two original Jaffas that had been assigned to him by his Goa'uld boss, while the others he had created himself by selecting from the slaves. Korr had named this Jaffa Jet as his First Prime, and his task was to take care of the slaves and ensure that the other Jaffas were trained and ready to serve him, Jaffa-style.

"Let's go to the Chappa'ai; reports are not necessary at the moment!" Korr ordered, to avoid being bothered by reports on the extraction of naquadah from the slaves.

The Jaffas were fanatics and performed their duties with brutal efficiency; it wasn't necessary to hear their atrocities against the other slaves. The First Prime nodded, and after a salute, walked one step behind and beside Korr, while the other Jaffas held their positions and advanced.

Exiting the pyramid that served as the landing platform for the Ha'tak ship, Korr could see a part of his domains.

In the surroundings, there were few trees due to the proximity of the naquadah mine two hundred meters away. Hundreds of slaves could be seen coming and going in the mines, while about thirty Jaffas watched and whipped the laziest ones. Those who dared to resist were executed or brought to him to be tortured and executed. It was evident that the working conditions were primitive, their states lamentable, and their appearance dirty and neglected; some barely wore rags. Korr felt disgust and repulsion witnessing the scene.

"If they called me the god of garbage, I wouldn't have anything to complain about," thought Korr, shaking his head at such a thought, while he continued walking, pretending not to see anything, and the Jaffas hurried to make everyone kneel, even though he was two hundred meters from the crowd of hundreds of slaves.

The rest of the slaves would be working in the crops to provide food for the Jaffas, himself, and his own population. The Goa'uld were parasites in every sense, exploiting ruthlessly, miserly, and absurdly all who served them.

Korr felt disgust and repulsion for that way of life, but he wasn't a philanthropist or a saint, and for the moment, his goal was more important than stopping that… "Unpleasant" situation, so he kept walking, maintaining a serene expression, heading to the gate two hundred meters from the pyramid, to ensure that the slaves didn't get close to his ship when delivering tributes.

The ancient Korr was paranoid about a possible rebellion, and he agreed with that paranoia because he knew the history and knew that the Goa'uld were destined to be forgotten, despite being a species with unlimited potential.

…

After walking the two hundred meters, Korr arrived at the gate with his Jaffa escort, and without wasting time, he started dialing. The Goa'uld already possessed knowledge of the symbols and the use of the gate, and he already had an address, so dialing was not a problem.

After finishing the dialing, Korr felt apprehension as he saw the gate connect, and the wormhole formed with a large vortex until stabilizing, resembling the surface of a lake under the effect of a gentle wind.

The fact that the gate connected to Abydos, the planet where Ra would die or had already died, could mean two things: either Ra had not yet died, and the gate had not been buried, or Ra had died, and the gate had been unearthed after some months.

Other options, like the first season already having ended, and the gate being unearthed for the second time, were also possible, though unlikely because Korr hadn't heard about Ra's death. At the moment, he couldn't be sure of the time in history unless he crossed.

If Korr crossed, and they were beyond the second season, he would be in serious trouble and would have to shoot his way through, as the Abydonians would know the dangers of the Goa'uld, and the first thing they would do is frisk him for weapons.

Crossing the gate was a huge risk, but it was a risk he had to take no matter what. Korr thought that if they discovered the Kara kesh, he would be lost, so in that case, he would have to shoot his way through, with the faint hope of surviving.

Apophis had done it, but he wore armor, had his Kara kesh ready to use, and a bunch of Jaffa willing to give their lives by acting as human shields. He couldn't bring Jaffa with him because if he was in the second option, they would receive him as an enemy.

"If I don't return today, cancel the mining operations and order the slaves to rest in shifts while taking care of the crops. As for you and the other Jaffa, watch the pyramid and be alert for any attempts to conquer the territory. Use the ship's weapons to suppress any invasion," Korr ordered his First Prime, and he nodded, although significant doubts could be seen on his face regarding these instructions.

Being a lesser Goa'uld was a problem since they couldn't leave their territory. Nothing was easier to conquer for a Goa'uld than a Jaffa if their god wasn't present in the place.

"Will my god cross the Chappa'ai alone?" his First Prime asked, unable to contain himself. Korr nodded without saying more and headed to the gate to cross it, discreetly clenching his fists.

This was a great risk to his life and his plans, but it was of vital importance for everything else.

Crossing the gate was as strange as using the transport rings. He didn't feel any loss of consciousness, just a slight pull and a change of scenery.

Upon exiting, Korr found himself in a room lit by torches, which made him grit his teeth. However, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a poorly dressed and dirty boy peeking timidly from behind a column. Korr made no sudden moves, kept his hands at his sides not to seem like a threat, but inside, he rejoiced.

Korr already knew at what moment in history he was. It wasn't the best time. The fact that the Abydonians were there and there were torches meant that Ra had died, and the time advantage that would ease his way had been reduced. However, it wasn't necessary to shoot his way through, which was a relief. It wasn't like his path was impossible; if this were a video game, he would be in normal mode.

"Hello," said Korr, using the language of his slaves.

Korr could speak English thanks to a computer course he had taken in high school, and Daniel Jackson would be around and could understand it. Still, explaining how he knew English would be a big problem, so he wouldn't speak in that language, let alone Spanish. He wouldn't even think of using Goa'uld.

At this point in history, Daniel Jackson didn't know too much about the Goa'uld and how despicable and cunning they could be, but he would consider them a threat and wouldn't trust anyone speaking his language without a good justification. Korr could make something up, but it was better not to create unnecessary problems.

The shy boy, seeing that Korr offered a friendly voice and a smile (which wasn't difficult for him, as he was relieved that his life was not in danger and he had taken the first step toward divinity), emerged from behind the stone column, while other, not-so-young individuals peeked their heads from other columns.

Korr didn't advance and allowed the boy to approach him and examine him without touching. The boy had a nine-millimeter pistol, and his companions had M16 rifles. They weren't defenseless, so it was better not to provoke them.

While the boy examined him, he kept talking, and Korr was surprised to find that he could understand him. However, he pretended not to understand, as at that moment, he had no excuse to explain how he perfectly understood their language.

Language wasn't something Korr had learned; it was part of his genetic memory. Korr decided not to delve into how these memories got there. Anything related to his genetic memory was sealed to him by his own will, and he didn't want to trigger any additional madness.

Korr frowned as the boy continued talking and asking who he was and what he was doing there. He pretended to grasp something but not understand most of it. Then, Korr pointed to himself.

"Aran," Korr said, pointing to himself.

Korr didn't know if his Goa'uld name meant anything or if it was the name of some god. Still, if it did, he would be in serious trouble when he met Daniel Jackson. It was better to use a less conspicuous and common name, so he opted for the name of one of his slaves he had overheard.

The boy understood the gesture and introduced himself. Korr didn't pay attention to his name, as, not being Skaara, he was considered a secondary character and would probably die as soon as Apophis appeared. He wasn't going to waste his time with disposable people…

Korr shook his head in his mind and pointed forward.

"Who are they?" he pronounced in the Abydonian language, but grinding it to the extreme so that they could barely recognize an interrogative tone in it.

One of the men couldn't bear the lack of communication and understanding anymore, pointing to another to bring Daniel. Korr smiled inwardly while putting on an expression of Incomprehension and doubt.

…

Two hours later, longer than he expected, a man with broken glasses showed up. Korr was full of impatience, but upon seeing Daniel Jackson accompanied by Share, all his theories about the time in history were confirmed one hundred percent. Ra was dead, but Apophis had not yet visited Abydos. This was the beginning of the story.

…

Three hours later, Korr was eating a disgusting meal while Daniel Jackson instructed him on the language, and he pretended to learn quickly.

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When they could communicate properly, Korr fed Daniel Jackson a bunch of lies that had nothing to do with him, telling him that he came from a world Ra had abandoned hundreds of years ago, where the inhabitants dared not use the gods' portal.

Korr told him that from a young age, he had ignored this warning and, after finding some gate addresses, had been traveling to various planets, even being captured a few times as a slave but managing to escape. Therefore, he claimed to have knowledge of various languages, including Ra's. He lied and said that, despite his appearance, he was already thirty-five years old and had been traveling for twenty years, collecting knowledge of languages, cultures, and customs from many worlds.

As expected, Daniel Jackson got excited and started asking questions, letting information flow out. Korr was careful and made sure to tell false stories and provide vague details. Although Daniel Jackson was a bit of a hippie, bordering on naïve, his intellect couldn't be underestimated, and he wasn't a fool easily deceived by lies and fabrications.

During their conversation, Daniel repeated questions he had already asked, and being attentive, Korr understood that Daniel's excitement didn't cloud his judgment. Therefore, he shared little information about the Goa'uld, mentioning that they were dangerous and that he had never tried to approach them or their Jaffa.

Still, Korr shared general information about the Goa'uld and their empire across the galaxy, arguing that he hadn't visited any world outside their influence.

Hearing this, Daniel took the bait and mentioned that he knew some addresses that might be outside Goa'uld domain. Korr's eyes almost gleamed, but he managed to restrain himself as he shook his head and sighed, claiming to be somewhat tired and that they would talk about it later.

Korr deliberately used a disbelieving tone containing a certain superiority and condescension, making it clear that he didn't believe him and that he didn't have time for tall tales.

Korr exited the conversation and asked for a resting place to later be introduced to some people from the place and talk to them about their village, customs, and languages, which, as he had mentioned before, interested him the most.

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Three hours later, Daniel Jackson practically dragged him to some caves where the Abydos cartouche was, containing the gate addresses that Korr needed to fulfill all his plans. Therefore, his excitement was not feigned as a proud Daniel Jackson explained the whole history of the place and his conjectures on the subject.

However, after an hour discussing theories and while Korr took the opportunity to memorize the addresses, using the abnormal learning and information processing capacity of the Goa'uld to memorize everything as if his life depended on it, some Abydonians ran to inform Daniel Jackson that the portal had been activated for the second time, and a box of paper had been thrown through it.

Korr knew what that box of paper meant, but he frowned in disbelief while Daniel seemed worried. Daniel offered to leave him there, but Korr had already memorized all the addresses, and since the story was already at this point, he couldn't waste time acting. He had to go back as soon as possible and continue with the next steps of his godhood plan.

As they headed back to the portal, Daniel briefly commented on his origin and what had happened on Abydos, confessing that they had killed a Goa'uld there.

Korr took the opportunity to feign apprehension and fear, along with a certain urgency to leave the place. Daniel didn't take it well, but he understood human emotions and didn't object to letting him go. Daniel seemed relieved that Korr wasn't interested in finding out more about his friends.

After writing a message in English on the box and sending it through the portal, they allowed him to leave. Korr noticed that at no time did he see the address for Earth on the Abydos cartouche, so he assumed that Daniel Jackson had taken precautions before bringing him there.

Korr dialed an abandoned planet and then his own planet, where three Jaffa sighed in relief at seeing him return safe and sound.

Korr supposed they feared being abandoned, but their opinions didn't matter to him. He hurried back to his room, looking down on his unkempt servants when they attempted to serve him and closed the door on their faces so they wouldn't dare to return.

Afterward, Korr sat on his bed and pulled out a Goa'uld notepad, similar to a tablet, to record the addresses he had learned and contemplate the next steps of his plan.

NA1: Hello, everyone! For this fic, I plan to upload one chapter per week. Regarding how I'll approach it, I'll stick to the canon; however, I'll also combine some technologies to create others. Don't worry, I won't exaggerate, and they'll be obvious things. This will also be present in the first two chapters, so if it seems like too much, you won't lose much time.

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