"Five thousand Jaffa died in vain, simply because they were cut off from communications," I said, watching my warriors painstakingly clean the blood stains on the rocks. Five thousand suicides thrown from a hundred meters high—a pitiful sight. However, this was Apophis, and he was trying to pierce the diaphragm, heedless of the consequences. Now the threat is over, and the gate can be returned. The staffs, the Zetas, even the armor held, but the human body… All that remains is a bloody mess.
"A great victory, lord," Imotekh said, nodding.
"Agree".
As soon as the two enemy ships emerged from hyperspace, my fighters immediately attacked them. Four groups swarmed aboard while the enemy was belatedly deploying their forces and raising their shields. My fighters synchronized their actions with the Khattaks, and when they found themselves surrounded, surrounded by thirty-five Alkesh and five Khattaks, real panic ensued.
I announced over the intercom: "This is Ra territory. Anyone who enters the system without warning deserves death." By all protocol, I had every right to do so. However, the ship commanders had no time for my messages—they were desperately defending themselves. Each of my groups was acting according to its own strategy. Krel made the vacuum his ally and single-handedly felled the ship's commander, a Goa'uld. This remains to be seen. Another of my subordinates simply destroyed everyone, showering the premises with pulse weapons and smoke grenades. The Goa'uld, unable to comprehend the idea of surrender, ultimately turned into a shapeless, bloody mass on the wall. The ships' crews were small—just two hundred men. Each had two squadrons of gliders. Of course, gliders were never the backbone of a fleet, but if they had destroyed my Cheops, it would have been the end of the fighters. Plus, they had twice as many gliders as I originally had.
So the enemy was confident of victory and, before exiting hyperspace, managed to send a signal to the infantry units. And so, this is our result.
"And also, my Executor has been transferred back to the fleet reserve," I added, "since the second squadron has received its allotted three Hattaks."
"It's up to you to come up with names for them now, sir," Imotekh teased me slightly.
"I'll figure it out. First, they need to be thoroughly cleansed of any information from Apophis and handed over to our master. I must soon go to Ra to announce such a great victory."
"Surely, Lord Ra will reward you as he did before," Imotekh assured.
"Of course, Imotekh, he'll definitely do it," I mentally rehearsed my obsequious speech again, preparing it for Egeria's editing. "She must know what Ra likes... Unless, of course, it involves sex, then I won't bother. But scheduling an audience with him is no easy task."
"I understand, sir."
Five thousand Jaffa turned into bloody spatter on the cliff... What an idiot you are, Apophis. This is something to consider for my own future tactics.