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The God Emperor awakened from a troubled, but restful, sleep. For those at his level of psionic power, there was no such thing as true sleep, as even in one's dreams they must defend their minds from the incursions of Daemon. And while he had not dreamt, he had explored the vaults of the Warp for hidden and secret knowledge that might aid him. For even as his body and mind rested, his soul had been active, and he would need every sliver of knowledge he possessed in order to face the coming storm.

After having performed the basic morning ritual that hygiene required of him, he would make his way downstairs. He had used his powers to form clothes for all those within the castle, recognizing the need to change into something else after such a busy day. He'd need to task the Kolons with making some kind of washing machine. Then again, knowing them, everything would probably come out bright pink. Nova sighed as he appraised the now colourfully childish walls of his new fortress. These menial concerns were of no consequence in truth, especially when weighed up against the vast hordes of enemies that no doubt awaited him, and the immense size of the obstacles he would be forced to surmount as the day dragged on. But such small concerns and small worries surfaced, when his mind was too tired to deal with the greater issues at hand.

Speaking of which, he was able to sense that the Goa'uld had already mobilized. A large number of presences was moving towards the Imperial Palace, and based on their speed they were airborne. It seemed Ba'al had been able to mobilize a small fleet, most likely to face off with whatever military might the Emperor possessed. Little did they know that the Emperor was quite low on military power at the moment, with the Yakuza doing their best to fill up the gap left by the destruction of the Dark Angels Companies. The reptilians would also assist, although the Emperor was unsure of how much assistance the zealous chibis would be. Pondering the dilemma of how to approach the self-proclaimed God of the Goa'uld, Nova used his immense psionic powers to make coffee mysteriously appear out of thin air, the bitter drink allowing him to collect his thoughts.

As he sat down on the Golden Throne, he spotted Ruiko heading down the stairs, clearly well rested, although he could tell that her dreams had not been pleasant. Had her nightmares been of supernatural origin, he would have shielded her mind from them. But hers were the unfortunate side effect of a human who had seen too much of battle and betrayal. And she would see more yet before the day was out. "Child. Sit with me. We have much to discuss, and little time to do it in. I believe a rather dangerous figure is about to arrive here, and I would like to ask you to watch yourself around him. While I admire your fiery temperament, it would be best to approach the current situation with diplomacy rather than courage." With a mere thought, the God Emperor caused several steel chairs and a large steel table to appear in front of his throne, arranged as if for breakfast. To many it would appear as if he had made these from nothingness, but in truth he had merely stolen them from one of the nearby buildings, knowing that the original inhabitants would have no more use for them. Although unfortunately, acquiring food would be harder.

"Your powers are potentially great, although you will have to learn to master them. See them not merely as a gift, but as a muscle, to be trained as any other. Learn not to simply throw things, but to manipulate them. Don't merely cut things, dissect them. If you achieve true control of your powers, you will be able to best opponent thrice your strength." Nova wasn't particularly happy to be contracting this child as a soldier, knowing that she would be forced to kill if she continued on that path. But as it was he would require her assistance, as her potential was truly immense. Control of the air was a dangerous skill, and could level armies if mastered. In a few years, she would be a truly terrifying opponent. "Of course, foremost is the lesson any warrior must learn. When to apply force, and when to stand back and watch. Know the extent of your power, and know when not to use it."

The Yakuza had managed to perform their jobs admirably, and had retrieved all of the remaining terminals on Arcadia-1. Even the terminal in Switzerland had not been a problem, as the forces of Chaos had apparently kept to themselves. Most likely they were unable to understand the power of the terminals, being beings of pure psionic energy. They would underestimate anything that was not directly linked to the power of the Warp. As such the Emperor would be able to contact the universe his allies had fled to, although it might be hard to track down the individuals in question. But such things would have to wait, as the Goa'uld had arrived.

Reaching out, the Emperor opened an Eternity Gate, a direct passageway between his own throne room, and the Goa'uld capital ship. Ba'al would find the portal opening directly in front of him, the Emperor looking him over from the other side. When he spoke, he used some of his aura to grant his voice supernatural presence, such as to ensure these beings realized not to take him lightly. "I will speak to Ba'al, and any he chooses to take with him. Of course, if you wish to see your fleets torn from the sky, feel free to place them in my airspace. But I would not recommend it." There was no bluff in the statement, as with the power of the Golden Throne, the Emperor was fully capable of literally ripping the ships from the sky.