[color=orchid][h3]Milky Way Galaxy, 2004 CE[/h3][h2][u]Aaru, Home Planet of Anubis[/u][/h2][/color]Jaffa were running and crates were speeding off to the partially-reconstructed mothership. Marnon had been posing as a minor lieutenant of Ba'al that had flipped sides to Anubis during the last round of fighting; currently, he was in charge of logistics in and around Aaru shipyards. In actuality, he'd used the post to funnel information about Anubis' forces to the Tok'ra. When he'd been "captured", Marnon had a strange feeling that he was fulfilling destiny.

Or maybe that was just his torturer's pain sticks.

Regardless, he felt the same tug now. Marnon needed to know whatever Anubis suddenly felt was important enough to warrant the premature launch of his mothership. He excused himself from his Second Prime, Seevis - one of the few of his personal Jaffa that had made it through the "transition" from Ba'al to Anubis - and looked around the throngs of hurrying Jaffa. 

"Jaffa!" he shouted to a random crate bearer. They looked around, saw who it was who had called them, and started walking again. "Jaffa! Kree!" They reluctantly stopped. "Where are you going with that crate? It's earmarked for-" Marnon checked the label "-the First Prime's personal suite!"
"We have been ordered to move all supplies to the mothership by-" started one of the Jaffa.
"Yes, yes, of course, but do you have the proper authorization to handle the First Prime's personal goods?" he asked. The Jaffa looked at one another uncertainly.
"The First Prime himself has asked us-"
Marnon cut them off with a wave. "And do you have the proper authorization [i]form?[/i]" More looks. "Jaffa! I asked you a question."
"We were not given a... form." The first Jaffa said.
"However, we would of course be [i]happy[/i] to fill out any form our god requires of us!" the second Jaffa added. The first glared at the second.
"Never mind. Grab another crate, I will deal with this one myself," Marnon said, walking toward the mothership with the crate.

Unseen behind a nearby crate, Seevis consulted a Goa'uld communications device. 
"My lord," he said to the Goa'uld on the other side of the sphere. "The mothership is departing."
"This changes things," the Goa'uld said.
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[color=orchid][h2][u]Interstellar Space, some distance away[/u][/h2][/color]In the space between stars, Janus descended to the mortal plane. As a glowing ball of energy, he had the power to directly affect the mortal plane. He manipulated a subspace knot into a whorl. He had carefully chosen this knot in particular, being equidistant from a black hole and a neutron star. The gravitic waves generated by his manipulations reflected off of the dense stellar objects and tore the whorl open, which generated more gravitic waves. The quantum foam rotated about itself along a higher dimensional axis, and with a bright flash, ships from foreign universes popped into the nothingness. Not a moment later, he ascended back into a higher plane of existence, disappearing from all sensors.

Janus felt the tension drain from his ethereal body. Finally, after living under one form or another of rules of non-interference, he'd had an opportunity to thwart the blind dogmatism of the Others. With this selection of ships, he'd secured the future of the Milky Way from the tyranny of the Goa'uld. At long last, the legacy of his race would live free from the yoke of oppression.

And maybe the Others would [i]ease up[/i] a little.

Mostly, though, it was the freeing billions from oppression thing. 

He already felt higher planar forces gathering to him. They knew what he'd done. That's fine; he could face them, and he would give an honest account of his actions. Surely they would see it was to their home galaxy's benefit.