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Betad by Priapus, Marethyu, Beans
The Dungeon Master
Chapter 07: Deployment
– Teal'c –
"This is not how we pictured freedom from Apophis," Teal'c said simply, looking out over the busy streets. Bra'tac nodded in agreement as he stroked his chin. "I… do not know if aiding the Emperor was the correct choice."
"Nor do I," Bra'tac agreed. "We wanted a better life for all Jaffa, and we have gained just that. Apophis is dead, his cruelty ended. We have even been freed of the parasites that we were once forced to carry. And yet-"
"This is not freedom," Teal'c finished. "We still have a God above us."
Teal'c did not call the God Emperor a false god, well aware of the risks of doing such a thing. In truth, he could not call Dorian false and truly mean it. For all that he saw the Goa'uld for what they truly were, they lacked the God Emperor's sheer power. They could not move planets, they could not return the dead with a gesture.
"And yet, our people are happy," Bra'tac pointed out. "The God Emperor is a benevolent leader, enriching the lives of his people. None but criminals slave away in the mines, their machines doing the brutal labour we once were forced into. He does not even demand we serve in his military."
"Because he does not need to," Teal'c pointed out, a frown crossing his lips. His own son had chosen to join the Astra Militarum, as had so many other Jaffa.
"The Emperor is wise, he knows our ways and how to use them to ensure our obedience," Bra'tac admitted. "We have a militant culture, seeking purpose and discipline. The Imperial Guard offers both, and a better life for the families of those who serve in its ranks. He did not need to conscript us when so many of our men and young see it as an honour to serve. Even those who do not see it as an honour are given a way to lift their families into a greater luxury, their wives and children provided with better housing and higher quality food and luxuries for their service."
It had come as a true surprise to the Jaffa when Dorian made it clear that none of them had to work for him. It was… baffling to them, to be claimed by a new God only to be told they needed to do nothing but live for him. His machines produced housing, his farms made better food than most of the servant race had ever been permitted to enjoy.
Everyone was provided with housing. Everyone was provided with food.
But then he'd made his next move, and the Emperor's genius was made clear. He'd opened up the Astra Militarum and Sisters of Battle for recruitment, and for those that joined? The lives of their families became far more comfortable.
If you did not work, you were provided with the minimum needed to live. If you worked a simple job, you were raised to the level above that. If you fought and put your life on the line for the Emperor? Your family were raised to a level of comfort that had previously been reserved for minor Goa'uld and Firsts.
For a culture like the Jaffa, who did not deal well with having so much… idle time on their hands? Countless had flocked to the Astra Militarum, seeking purpose and honour. They were celebrated, their families living in much nicer homes and provided with better… everything.
And so, their culture was used against them. Those living in the acceptable but simple bottom-tier housing were seen as cowards. It meant that the men of the house were too afraid to fight. Too weak to serve. The Jaffa shamed themselves, seeing people in such housing as lazy cowards, living off the work of others. No Jaffa woman would choose such a man. No child would be proud to have someone like that as a father.
The Emperor did not need to demonise those who would not work. The Jaffa were perfectly capable of doing so by themselves.
So, the men sought work to enrich themselves and their families. They rushed to the Astra Militarum, or to the Adeptus Arbites, to regain their honour. Jaffa wore their new uniforms with pride, their ranks on display for all to see.
Fathers sent their daughters to the Sisters of Battle because having a Sister in the family was more than an honour; it was a privilege. It was a blessing. Almost all of Apophis' old priestesses had been sent to the Sisters, now preaching the Imperial Truth to their own kind. It was a genius move, as his people would resist conversation from outsiders, but when it came from their sisters, their daughters? Or their wives?
He shook his head, thinking of his own wife, Drey'auc. She had remained loyal to Apophis, unmoved by the truths he had realised… until Apophis' death. It was common for Jaffa to change masters, and this had been no different, seeing the God Emperor as the stronger god. When she had been handpicked for the Sisters, she'd seen it as the greatest honour of her life and entered their temples to train in the ways of the Adepta Sororitas with diligence.
She had been chosen for the Orders Hospitaller, a branch of the Sisters that focused on healing the sick and wounded. It was an Order that was seen with honour even amongst the other Orders of the Adepta Sororitas. Trained in the healing ways, in how to safely assist with the birth of children, in how to prevent disease and pestilence from spreading. How could it be anything but revered?
And yet, he had seen it. The zeal in her tone as she spoke of the God Emperor and his blessings. For all her previous loyalty to Apophis, she had not spoken of him this way. Those who joined the Sisters of Battle all spoke the same, with true zeal and fervour. Her faith in the God Emperor was unshakable, and she'd cut out his tongue if he even hinted at heresy.
He had seen the same in his son when he had been on break from the brutal training the Astra Militarum were put through. Rya'c was becoming a man, and as a father, he was truly proud to see his son flourish, but he could not help but see the way his son's attitude shifted with each passing day. The rigid way he moved, the discipline clear in every action. His son was not simply becoming a man; he was becoming a soldier. He'd even had the two-headed eagle that represented the Imperium tattooed on his shoulder. He claimed it was something he and all the trainees in his unit had decided to do as a show of solidarity, of brotherhood.
And yet, Teal'c could only see it as a new form of Jaffa Mark, a mark of ownership. Perhaps a more insidious one, as Rya'c's had both his squad number and motto on it, making it more than just the mark of their god but something far more personal.
"Keep faith, Teal'c. Our people are flourishing, and our dreams of an independent Jaffa are not dead," Bra'tac said, but even Teal'c could tell that Bra'tac did not truly believe it. Jaffa culture was changing, and those who sought freedom were disappearing fast as it was far harder to convince people to rise up when they were happy and well-provided for.
Those who would fight against the Emperor were the same Apophis' loyalists who saw him as the ultimate traitor, and he had a feeling that in a generation or two, there would be noone left who wished to be free.
And in truth, Teal'c himself could not say for certain that freedom was for the best either. A free Jaffa would be a vulnerable one, to be preyed on by other Goa'uld. If Dorian had left Chulak where it was, it would have been claimed by one of Apophis' rivals or torn apart in the fighting.
His people were not free, but they were happy. Even he did not know if freedom was worth losing the many benefits the God Emperor provided to his loyal subjects.
– Dorian Morgan –
Look, I like Teal'c, I do. He's one of the cooler characters in the show.
I didn't even push his son to join the Astra Militarum; his own culture did that. Telling the culture that's all about honour and warriors that they can get better lives for their families by being warriors was a suckers bet. I did pick out his wife because I vaguely remembered her being loyal to Apophis and I didn't want her whispering anything into his ear with how much I've changed things.
But again, that's because I like him. I don't want him getting ideas about rebelling against me and having to put him down. This really was for his own good.
Gripping the chocolate hips of Drey'auc of the Cord'ai Plains, new Sister of the Adepta Sororitas, I continue to pump my hips and pound the thicc wife of Teal'c from behind as she moans into the black and golden sheets.
It's not like I actively went out of my way for this! Sure, Drey'auc has an amazing ass and lips made for sucking cock, but I want it on record that I didn't single her out or give her any special treatment just because she's connected to a main character. In fact, I had her treated like any other recruit!
But the Sisters of Battle are the wives of the Emperor, and I take that a bit more seriously than Big Papa E himself did. So, it's only natural that the day they take the final step into the life of a Sister and make their vows is basically our wedding day, right? Basically, I fuck every Sister, not just her.
It would be unfair for me not to fuck Drey'auc when all her fellow sisters take part in this holy ceremony. She'd be seen as less faithful than the others! I won't selfishly subject her to a life of judgment from her new Sisters by leaving her out of such an important aspect of her new life! I am not cruel enough to not plow her married pussy.
Pulling out of her, I flip her onto her back so I can watch those fat tits bounce with each thrust, and reclaim her tight cunt and begin hammering into her again, watching my cock disappear into her pussy over and over again. She almost goes to wrap her arms around me, before she hesitates. This is the minor issue with fucking the Sisters, they're too damn submissive. It's my own fault, they are getting fucked by the living embodiment of their god, after all, but as enjoyable as it is, some variety would be nice. Even the most aggressive sister (Dominica) becomes a complete bottom the moment she's with me.
Yeah, I'm dominant in bed, but variety is the spice of life and all that. It's why I think I need a vacation to somewhere where I'm not a God Emperor. Gotham is looking nice this time of year. It's very… well, it's grey and miserable because the average Gothamite gets less sunlight than a vampire. It's no wonder Supes doesn't spend time there; it's nothing to do with Bats, he just wouldn't get any of that sweet yellow sun. He'd shrivel up and die instantly, kryptonite has nothing on Gotham weather.
Gripping her thighs, I push her legs up beside her as I truly begin to pound her, harder and faster than she's ever been fucked before. Not that Teal'c is bad in bed, but I'm just built different (because I'm a cheaty cheater who cheats). Each thrust makes her climax again, her words lost to the moans and screams, her cunt squeezing down on my cock desperately. Giving her what she wants, I slam into her and let myself cum, pumping my divine seed directly into her waiting womb. The one favour I can do for Teal'c is not to knock her up, but this is important as her entire body glows with a golden light, her eyes doing the same as she screams in pleasure.
Pulling out of her, I watch my sticky white seed leak from her, seeing the slight golden glow it's giving off. See! I'm not just doing this for my own sick pleasure, it's an important part of-
Okay, I'm lying. I could have done this with a touch, but I may have made it so that I 'empower' the Sisters when they take their vows by giving them an infusion of my holy seed directly into their wombs. Drey'auc, as a member of the Orders Hospitaller, will gain healing powers as a result of this divine blessing. As she rises through the ranks, there will be more… rituals to further empower her, because it's all part of the ceremony.
Drey'auc is by no means an old woman, but she's firmly middle-aged and I watch as her tits regain some of their youthful perkiness, her few wrinkles fading as her body adapts to her new powers. As if I'd let any of my many wives die of old age. The sisters are as eternal as I am. Literally. As long as I'm alive, so too shall they be.
The Goa'uld were posers, unable to prove their godhood without fancy toys that can be explained and disproven. But as for me? My Sisters are living, literally undying, embodiments of my power. Each time they use their own blessings, each time they heal from fatal wounds, or return from death itself, it is proof that I am exactly what I say I am.
"T-thank you for this blessing, my Lord Emperor," Drey'auc says with a strained voice, tired from all the moans and pleas for more, as she rises from the bed only to immediately prostrate herself before me, kneeling with her forehead pressed to the ground. See, the Sisters are so damn submissive that it takes a little of the fun out of it. Not enough to ruin the experience, but I need some variety in my life.
"Raise your head, Drey'auc of the Cord'ai Plains," I order, watching her lift her head but remain on her knees, eye-level with my cock. Stroking her hair, I guide her head to my cock and groan as she immediately takes it into her mouth. As I said, it doesn't ruin the entire thing, and there are some major benefits to having an army of super-subs.
I think Drey'auc could use a few more 'blessings', just to be safe.
– Later –
A thought occurred to me.
I have broken this system, that's undeniable. It wasn't designed for someone to game it so hard, and that's given me way more options than I would have had in any other situation. One of the big ones is unlocking new worlds.
Basically, I have so many points from both my empire of worshippers and the war I'm making Ba'al wage for me that I could freely unlock more worlds which brings on another idea. Why stop snowballing when it's going so well for me so far?
You see, I took a drawback to afford my starting build that should cause the user a lot of problems going forward. Basically, I made every future world worse. Increased the difficulty, world-ending threats, etcetera, etcetera. It should be a problem, right? Well, not if I play things right because, as some guy with little fingers once said, chaos is a ladder. Where there is danger, there is opportunity.
With that in mind, I summoned two more Orders of the Adepta Sororitas. First, to help keep things going well here, at the heart of my power, I summoned the Orders Famulous. A non-militant order of the Sisters that is tasked with serving amongst the houses of the Imperium's nobility. They specialise in diplomacy and etiquette, while keeping the obsessive faith that all Sisters possess.
In my case? They're here to keep my Imperial Governors in line. I've made Egeria a Governor of Chulak and the territory we took from Apophis, and Ba'al rules his own territory. Now, each one has members of the Order Famulous 'serving under them' and aiding in their rule.
Both are smart enough to understand that the Order Famulous serves only me, and that they are there to keep my Governors in line. Egeria, despite having them assigned to her, approved wholeheartedly, as anything that means Ba'al has less room to cause trouble is a benefit in her eyes.
I don't actually fear Ba'al getting ideas because he's too damn smart to doom himself, and he's enjoying being a telepath too much to ruin it. I've occasionally answered thoughts he thought were private, from half a galaxy away, just to remind him that, as good as he is with telepathy, I'm much better. He got the message and knows that even treasonous thoughts could be his end.
He commands the Eternal Fleet in battle with his former kin, and has the Astra Militarum and the Sisters of Battle aiding in defending his territory, but that also means the Eternal Fleet is always above him, and that he's guarded by my forces. A word from me and he'd be dead a thousand times over.
And he knows that every single advisor wants me to give that word.
As for the second Order? They have an equally important task ahead of them, as I look over the gathered Orders Sabine. In 40k lore, they are tasked with infiltrating human worlds that aren't in contact with the Imperium, serving as prophets and converting the population so that when the Imperium arrives, they are welcomed with open arms, as their arrival has been 'foreseen' by their priestesses and prophets. They can be assigned to worlds for decades, 'going native' by adopting the culture's style of dress, language and manners, turning their own culture against them in the best way to ensure that the Imperial Truth is accepted by the natives.
Here? They're going to do something oh-so-similar with some minor changes. Sure, I plan to use them to approach planets in this verse, but let's be honest, my ass is not wanting decades for conversion. I am not built for patience. I don't want to wait, I want the prizes right away.
I did not put so much effort into making this broken build to wait. I make broken builds so I can do cool stuff with zero actual effort or patience on my behalf.
No, I have a much better idea for these girls.
They're not going to other planets in Stargate, they're going to other universes. See, I can buy access to new universes, but I don't want to go in myself and find myself working from scratch with no followers or influence. Sure, I'd have loads of points to establish myself, but wouldn't it be better if I just didn't need to establish myself at all?
If someone else had done all the legwork years before my arrival?
And so, the Orders Sabine were reborn. All those worlds where I accidentally on purpose made things worse? My girls are going to go there long before I intend to show up myself, with my blessings and immortality, and work to establish the Imperial Truth.
Why work to convert the protagonists when I can convert their grandparents instead and let them do all the work. Sure, it'll make my metaknowledge less useful, but with the drawbacks, it's already unreliable so who cares? I'd rather have more power than unreliable metaknowledge anyway.
Basically, I'm spreading my roots to make sure it's far harder to get rid of me. Even if someone manages to get rid of every single worshipper in this universe, I'll have countless more to call on. Don't put all your eggs in one basket and all that.
So, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Buy a few worlds and send out the Orders Sabine to set the foundations for my arrival. Is it risky? Not even slightly, because as I said, I broke the game. I think this system was designed to be broken, which I can appreciate. Even if my Sisters are slain, they just return as long as I'm fine. And I'm not going there to begin with, so there's no lose condition. Sure, they can face setbacks, but never actually lose. In fact, if they face setbacks from outright dying, it only helps my cause because their words will have more weight when they literally return from the dead. Ask Jesus, it's one hell of a trick.
As for the worlds? It's best to target worlds where misery is in high supply because, let's be honest, it's hard to convert people who are already happy. Nobody living in a utopia is gonna rush to find a new faith. It's people whose lives fucking suck that are going to be the most susceptible to conversion. The worse the world, the more the suckers living in it will listen to anyone promising a better life through faith.
Like the healing of the Orders Hospitaller, I've given the Orders Sabine Sisters a form of divination that is half-metaknowledge and half genuine future visions. They'll know the figures who will be important in the future, the major events incoming, and position themselves to make the most impact with the other gifts I've given them. Each world needs a different touch, after all. Thankfully, the Sabine Sisters are far more… flexible and subtle than the usual 'convert or taste the barrel of this flamer' style that Dominica prefers. It means I can risk sending them to more advanced worlds, where religion would usually struggle to find purchase.
So, where to begin?
The first one was obvious, and it took less than a moment to decide.
Fallout.
As I said, the more a world sucks…
And it is hard to get more sucky than a nuclear apocalypse. Plus, it has some nice tech, and I've set up a method for the Sabine Sisters to send recovered technology and resources back to the Adeptus Mechanicus for Calexa to dismantle and repurpose. Sure, most of it won't be worth our time, but some will be, and setting this up now means setting it up for all future worlds.
It's important to have supply lines. I read the Art of War once, and it was basically just 'supplies are important, protect your supplies. Also, they're expensive, so steal your enemies' supplies.'
With this setup, they can request supplies from the Tech-Priests and send materials and technology back in return. We'll be like a Brotherhood of Steel that is actually competent.
So, Fallout was the obvious starting point, but really, any apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic world, such as any world dealing with zombies, is just asking for some divine intervention. My blessings can easily make them immune to any viruses, and their healing powers can cure mundane viruses, so unless there is some magic mumbo-jumbo voodoo bullshit going on, they'll even be able to cure survivors.
When the Sisters are claiming faith will protect them, and everyone who follows their will seems to be immune, even the most Reddit-tier atheist is going to be on their knees praising the God Emperor in the hopes it'll give them a cure.
In Fallout, it's Ghouls mostly, and I think my little fucky-wucky drawback made ferals a much bigger threat than they are in the base game. Amongst other difficulty tweaks. So, granting the Sisters a way to turn ghouls back into proper humans was the obvious blessing. I've sent three squads, for the three games I know. Fallout Three, New Vegas and Four. The Capital Wasteland, the Mojave (which makes you wish for a nuclear winter) and the Commonwealth, all arriving before the plot begins.
See, the system is set to put me at the start when I show up, but if you fuck around with the many settings enough, it's entirely possible to send your minions back months, years or even centuries before the designated start date. Sure, it's expensive, but I think it'll be worth it in the long run.
Fallout 3 starts in 2277, New Vegas in 2281 and Fallout 4 in 2287. The bombs dropped on October 23, 2077. That gives me a whole two hundred years of wiggle-room. Don't want to arrive too early and destabilise everything (and let's be honest, I want to make sure the 'main girls' of each era are around instead of risking butterflying the waifus away). So, I picked July 13, 2258, as the date for them to appear. As for why that day specifically? It's the day the Lone Wanderer is born, the first of the three main characters that I need to worry about. The Sole Survivor will be asleep in cryo at that point, and Courier Six won't even be a courier by then.
Plenty of time for them to take the more subtle route as they establish themselves and await the main plot. Of course, I've made sure that all three will be female MCs. It's one of the perks I took, any player characters will always be the female version.
I considered picking Elder Scrolls as well, but it has something that puts me on edge. Other Gods. More specifically, Gods that both can and will take offence to some idiot (me) showing up and trying to convert their followers. Sure, I could show up during the Oblivion Crisis, but you know who else does that? Fucking Akatosh.
And I do not want to fight Akatosh, or Mehrunes Dagon, or whoever the fuck else until I am good and ready. Worlds with active Gods are not worth the hassle. It's why I'm still mildly hesitant to barge into Dragon Age or DC.
DC has plenty, but I'm not planning to make waves and should go more or less unbothered as long as I don't go waving around my divine cock. Dragon Age is weird because… well, is the Maker real? I don't know. He should be fucked off either way, but I uhh, didn't play Veilguard.
Origins, I know like the back of Leliana's ass. 2 was fun, if a bit lame in some regards (fuck you for giving us like three battle maps for an entire whole-ass RPG game). Inquisition was a good play, but it wanted to be an MMO too much, and it killed the replay value, so I know it the least out of the three. But Veilguard? I have too much self-respect to put myself through that, and therefore I don't know shit about any lore that was established in that clusterfuck.
Ugh, what a mess. I don't like having to do threat analysis. I didn't put this much effort into my build to think.
The point is, my girls are going to go and dip their toes into the water so I don't jump in and find myself swimming with sharks. If we wander into a world that is too high level, the girls will act as the bait and if anything goes wrong, I pull them out and cut the connection to that world.
The biggest risk is that I spend points and don't get anything out of it, but I am not the sort to indulge in sunk cost fallacy. If an investment doesn't work, cut it. If nothing else, the information on the danger levels of the worlds I'm sending them to is worth the amount of points I'm spending. It's not like I'm gonna run out of Goa'uld to turn into points, and even when I do, it'll come with me conquering their land and making the majority of this galaxy worship me.
Ah, I'm thinking too much.
I'm gonna go steal more shit.
– Later –
"Calexa! I've brought you a present," I say cheerfully as I enter her workshop.
"Oh? I was not aware that you had begun a holiday that had a gift-giving ceremony," Calexa says, tilting her head. "Or is this merely a prerequisite to get me to return your generosity with sexual favours?"
"I haven't, no. Should get on that, everyone loves Christmas," I admit, scratching my chin. "And it's to aid in our conquest, but you are more than welcome to show your gratitude sexually."
"I'll get the oils, but first… what wonders have you brought me today, oh Omnissiah?" Calexa asks, watching as I teleport the device into her spacious lab.
"The knowledge of the Ancients. Literally, an entire repository of their knowledge that they just left around for any idiot to stick their heads in," I explain proudly. Once more, I can feel the Ancients watching me, and I can sense their seething as I loot and plunder their leftovers, but if they didn't want people to grab them, they shouldn't have left them behind. "It's a lot of information, enough to overwhelm most fleshy brains, but your implants should protect you. I've checked the numbers and given a glimpse into the future and saw no complications."
Yeah, we're stealing your entire research tree, and you're not gonna do anything about it, are you? They love their non-interference policy. It's for the best. If they broke it to go after me when they let the Goa'uld use their tech for all these years, I might just have to genocide the stupid energy balls.
If they stay in their higher plane, I'll leave them to… what the fuck do they do all these years? Ugh, I just can't imagine wanting to shed my physical form and float around humming and meditating for the rest of eternity.
"A most generous gift, Omnissiah. My servitor is fetching the lubricating oils as we speak," Calexa promises, her mechanical voice tinged with excitement.
"Oh, I grabbed this as well," I add, placing down the girl I… definitely didn't kidnap onto her table. You can't kidnap what isn't real. "This is Reese, an incredibly advanced android who also happens to be the creator and command unit of a race of self-replicating machines that turn pretty much anything and everything into more replicators. Think Tyranids but metal. Pretty much the biggest threat in this galaxy at the moment. Now, all ours."
The Asgard couldn't repair her enough to get control of the Replicators in canon, but that was after the whole clusterfuck that made her shut down in the first place. O'Neill (with two ls) put her down and damaged her in the process; meanwhile, I just never bothered waking her up to begin with, keeping her in stasis so all of her fun little gadgets are still functioning.
"I want to take the Replicators and work them into the Eternal Fleet, so it truly becomes Eternal, self-repairing and able to produce more ships with the wrecks of those who are foolish enough to face it in battle," I explain with a smirk.
Oh, the Goa'uld thought they were having a bad time already? Oh no, it gets worse. It gets so much worse.
— Bonus Scene — Samantha Carter
She had come to the realisation that the Emperor, this divine figure that the Imperium was built around, was a prankster.
It was an odd realisation, but it was the only way to explain his decision to make the avatar for the medical program a copy of her in a frankly slutty nurse outfit. Janet had found it highly amusing, which made one of them, as far too many people had an interest in the laptop, and there was no way to turn off Nurse Carter.
The program could scan any living being near the laptop, and Nurse Carter would give a breathy report on their current health, pointing out any issues and how to fix them. The program was literally a panacea, having the answer for every single disease known to man and then seemingly everyone that they didn't know as well. It also possessed a rudimentary intelligence, not true AI but something like a very advanced VI that could hold conversations, remember seemingly everything that it heard and frankly, could fool most people into thinking she was real.
Sam should be furious, frankly. Far too many people had seen her dressed up in a college girl's Halloween version of a nurse costume, but… he'd also cured her Dad's cancer and even given them a second dose to study. Both Nurse Carter and their doctors had confirmed that the injection had caused her father's cancer to rapidly recede and vanish entirely.
Of course, their studies of the second sample showed that while they could almost understand what it was, the actual manufacturing was so laughably beyond them that they couldn't hope to currently produce it. Same with the laptop itself, for that matter.
It was the equivalent of watching cavemen develop fire, then giving them a nuclear reactor. The Emperor wasn't worried about giving them such powerful tech because they had no chance in hell of recreating it with their current technology. Every single piece of it was centuries ahead of Earth's technology.
It had more processing power than every supercomputer on earth put together. Its battery was renewing from some process they couldn't even begin to understand, putting entire power-plants to shame, its scanners and communications equipment made theirs look like two tin cans on a string.
Both Stargate Command and the American Government were desperate to get their hands on more, which was probably the point. The laptop had been stolen three times already, but kept returning to her side through some method nobody could understand. Eventually, it had just locked out everyone who wasn't part of SG-1.
Which meant they were suddenly incredibly busy because anytime any of the horde of people who wanted access to the laptop wanted to do… anything, a member of SG-1 had to be there. Naturally, Colonel O'Neill had been quick to avoid this duty as he was both technological and politically impaired and while Daniel did his part, his interest and focus was on the culture index and translation app.
Anything science or medical-related fell to her, and that happened to make up almost all of the research.
Again, if he hadn't saved her father's life, Sam would be very annoyed at the God Emperor at this point.