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[onmyuniform]

who; Jack O'Neill & The Supreme One
where; present base
what; where is your god now

Shit had gone down at the party. Jack had really, really been hoping shit wouldn't go down, but it did (of course) and now there was the aftermath to deal with. People were dead, more were in the infirmary (suddenly the surplus of doctors wasn't so hilarious), and

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[alwaysdelegates]

The Supreme One smiled as she grabbed Jack by the throat, holding up above ground and squeezing. She looked bored.

"So this is the past, huh? I'm not impressed. It looks like shit, to be honest."

[onmyuniform]

--the shit?

Jack's eyes widened and he tried to tug at the crazy lady's hands, God damn it woman he needed to breathe. It helped with the sarcastic remarks.

"Maybe--" Okay, no, no time or breath for those sarcastic remarks. Next time. "Who--?"

[alwaysdelegates]

She hurled him against a wall, hard. He left a nice dent.

"I'm The Supreme One, and I've come from the future part of the base to take over this hellhole. Maybe once ~I~ rule it, it won't suck so bad." She grinned evilly, and looked pretty insane.

She was.

[onmyuniform]

He slid to the floor and immediately tried to move, just as immediately regretting it. He knew this feeling: broken ribs, at least a couple. And damn, but he was betting there'd be some nasty bruises around his neck in the morning.

He had a feeling there wouldn't be a morning in which to find out, though.

"'s got a charm," he managed in a rather hoarse voice, hand reaching for the zat gun tucked into his waistband at the back. "Position's taken, though. Not lookin' for an evil dictator right now. We'll keep your file for future reference, though."