Jack stood at the foot of the Star-Gate, desperately trying to come to terms with what he was seeing. That familiar, long last friend starred back at him, those large dark eyes filled with anguish. "O'Neill", Thor repeated, taking a tentative step forward, "I know you did not expect to see me again and I cannot explain how I come to be here. All you need to know is that you are needed". Thor turned to the figure standing at his side, their face covered by a dark green hood. "Only you can be trusted with such a task O'Neill", the small being said with urgency in his voice, "Will you not step forward?".
Jack shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, "Oh sure why not!", he exclaimed, waving his hands around wildly. "I mean a dead Asgard turns up in the gate-room with some mysterious being and he asks me to care for this being and take it on a special mission!", he paused, starring at Thor in annoyance, "Why wouldn't I say yes?!". Thor bowed his head slowly, clearly oblivious to the sarcasm in Jacks tone, "I knew I could count on you O'Neill", he whispered softly. Before Jack could reply Thor turned to the covered being by his side, "He will succeed", he said, gently reaching out with his hand and wrapping those long fingers around theirs. A small, human looking hand emerged from the long robe and the being, slightly taller than Thor, knelt down and kissed the top of Thors head, "I hope so old friend", a women's voice replied.
Thor released her hand and took a step back, "The consequences if he fails will be catastrophic First", he said, "You must ensure that does not occur". The figure bowed low, remaining so as Thors image slowly faded from the ramp that led up to the Stargate. For a moment Jack was unsure how to react to what he had seen, but quickly shook his confusion off and stormed up towards the women now standing alone on the ramp. He reached her side and was surprised at how small she was, perhaps no more than 5 foot. "Alright lady!", Jack demanded firmly, tapping his foot on the ramp, "Who the hell are you?!".
Slowly the women raised her hands, pulling the velvet hood from her head to reveal her face. Jack released a gasp as he saw the young women before him, for she was not what he had expected. She had a small face, with delicate, feminine features and short, cut dark hair. But it was those brilliant green eyes gazing up at him with so much hope that truly struck Jack and he felt certain he could loose himself in them. "My name", she said softly, "Is Tara". She reached out and tightly gripped Jacks hand, "And I am the last of the First".