Hathor (Stargate)

After leaving the temple, which she had stumbled across, the goa'uld known as Hathor had taken the only thing which looked valuable. A golden, gem studded metallic glove. Reminding her of some of the technology the Goa'uld had used in her time, before her imprisonment on Earth. Recently freed before the Tau'ri or people of Earth had **** her to leave the planet, she had been looking for anything which could give her the advantage. Both against the System Lords of her people and the Tau'ri.

'Finding and using the Gauntlet has been the greatest streak of luck I could have discovered. The glove puts truth into the lies we have told our servants like the Jaffa. It makes one a God, instead of using technology to fake it. Time, space, reality, power, mind and soul. All mine to control. Which I am using to take what is mine.' she thought to herself as she sat in her new captial ship. A pyramid ship which was common to the Goa'uld, it was not a common ship.

The ship was much larger then normal one, more like a floating city. The technology in it was not pure Goa'uld, but more advance Ancient and Asgard technology. It also had huge quarters for the pleasure of the travelling goddess. Inside it was manned by armies of Cow and Bull headed Jaffa soldiers, her Minotaur Guard. The name taken from the monster made it seem more threatening then Bovine Guard. Each one of them was armed by the most powerful weapons she could imagine. Most of them had been taken from dead or weakened Goa'uld and repurposed for her needs.

Surrounding the ship were her fleet of various combat ships. All of them cloaked from scanners and visual appearance. For they were preparing to return to her homeworld, the centre of her soon to be empire. The world she had been imprisoned on. The world she had to flee. The world where her beloved was. The former homeworld of the Ancients and current homeworld of teh Tau'ri.

Earth!