Chapter Two
"What's with the Elf?"
SG1 stared around the domed building - Trolls home. It was open to the air - but enclosed in a force field of some sort. That would be another technology that Troll may be willing to part with. The collections Troll had were amazing, and he had told SG1 to wander at will. Himself, he asked to speak to Teal'c, and walked with him alone, up on a balcony in view of the others.
Jonas was playing with a small train of some sort - while Sam and Jack were laughing, chortling and marvelling over the display of the,"Itsy witsy tiny weeny" yellow pocka dot bikini (it was designed to take three breasts).
Troll smiled at the people before them, and nodded to Teal'c. "These are children you play with, warrior. How is it you stay with them? What attraction do they have for you, aged one?"
Teal'c inclined his head. "You are wise. They are like children, but they have technology - non Goa'uld technology. They come from Earth where all of our kind began."
Troll frowned, his mood changing. "Indeed. Then perhaps my kind began there, too."
Teal'c angled his head and asked, "You are alone?"
"I know of no others. Ours is an old race, but not compatible with the Goa'uld. If a symbiont attempts to take one of us, it will die: while we live. Thus we were considered parasites - competing for the worlds that human hosts were seeded to. My kind has been systematically destroyed by the Goa'uld. I have travelled to many worlds and realities in search, but for all I know. I am the last."
"I grieve for your loss."
"Yes."
After a few moments of silence, Teal'c said, "You a long lived species?"
Troll grinned, and opened his shirt revealing an amber orb embedded in his skin.
"A life orb?"
"Indeed."
"You will never die."
"I do not wish to. Not until I find my people."
"But you are so young?"
"My mistake! I was afraid of death, and took the orb to myself in my youth. If I had only waited until I was 30 or so - but now! Ahh, I am destined to have the aura and urges of a teenager for the rest of my time. It is a weighty affliction, I can tell you!
"You cannot change it?"
"Don't you think I would if I could have? If I take it out now I will be over 200 years old in moments. No, I will just have to suffer with a need to constantly eat (without growing ) and continuous sexual desire." He shook his head. "It is a burden!"
Teal'c smiled.
Troll looked back at the SG1 team. They all seemed to be engaged in playing a game of riptag - magnetic hand devices that involved sinking circular balls into hologramic holes. They were still laughing and playing like children.
The Colonel suddenly raised his arms and shouted, doing a little dance around Jonas and Sam. "Score! Yes Sportsfans, the amazing O'Neill scores again. How does he do it?"
Troll smiled. "I think I like these Tauri."
"Do not let the youth of their culture fool you, Troll," Teal'c warned. "O'Neil is a mighty warrior, that I would follow into any battle. The people of Earth have defeated and killed many Gou'ld. They are clever these Tauri, courageous and bold."
He paused and his eyes met the eyes of his host, "I would kill and I would gladly die for any of them."
Troll breathed out. Momentarily he looked old, tired, and sad. But then his expression slipped from his face like a mask, and he slapped Teal'c arm. "Come, let us trade for naquida!"
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SG1 stared around the domed building - Trolls home. It was open to the air - but enclosed in a force field of some sort. That would be another technology that Troll may be willing to part with. The collections Troll had were amazing, and he had told SG1 to wander at will. Himself, he asked to speak to Teal'c, and walked with him alone, up on a balcony in view of the others.
Jonas was playing with a small train of some sort - while Sam and Jack were laughing, chortling and marvelling over the display of the,"Itsy witsy tiny weeny" yellow pocka dot bikini (it was designed to take three breasts).
Troll smiled at the people before them, and nodded to Teal'c. "These are children you play with, warrior. How is it you stay with them? What attraction do they have for you, aged one?"
Teal'c inclined his head. "You are wise. They are like children, but they have technology - non Goa'uld technology. They come from Earth where all of our kind began."
Troll frowned, his mood changing. "Indeed. Then perhaps my kind began there, too."
Teal'c angled his head and asked, "You are alone?"
"I know of no others. Ours is an old race, but not compatible with the Goa'uld. If a symbiont attempts to take one of us, it will die: while we live. Thus we were considered parasites - competing for the worlds that human hosts were seeded to. My kind has been systematically destroyed by the Goa'uld. I have travelled to many worlds and realities in search, but for all I know. I am the last."
"I grieve for your loss."
"Yes."
After a few moments of silence, Teal'c said, "You a long lived species?"
Troll grinned, and opened his shirt revealing an amber orb embedded in his skin.
"A life orb?"
"Indeed."
"You will never die."
"I do not wish to. Not until I find my people."
"But you are so young?"
"My mistake! I was afraid of death, and took the orb to myself in my youth. If I had only waited until I was 30 or so - but now! Ahh, I am destined to have the aura and urges of a teenager for the rest of my time. It is a weighty affliction, I can tell you!
"You cannot change it?"
"Don't you think I would if I could have? If I take it out now I will be over 200 years old in moments. No, I will just have to suffer with a need to constantly eat (without growing ) and continuous sexual desire." He shook his head. "It is a burden!"
Teal'c smiled.
Troll looked back at the SG1 team. They all seemed to be engaged in playing a game of riptag - magnetic hand devices that involved sinking circular balls into hologramic holes. They were still laughing and playing like children.
The Colonel suddenly raised his arms and shouted, doing a little dance around Jonas and Sam. "Score! Yes Sportsfans, the amazing O'Neill scores again. How does he do it?"
Troll smiled. "I think I like these Tauri."
"Do not let the youth of their culture fool you, Troll," Teal'c warned. "O'Neil is a mighty warrior, that I would follow into any battle. The people of Earth have defeated and killed many Gou'ld. They are clever these Tauri, courageous and bold."
He paused and his eyes met the eyes of his host, "I would kill and I would gladly die for any of them."
Troll breathed out. Momentarily he looked old, tired, and sad. But then his expression slipped from his face like a mask, and he slapped Teal'c arm. "Come, let us trade for naquida!"
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