Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 is not my creation.
C.J. was seated, reading one of many things that Freyr had required so that she was familiar with the problem, the Systems Lords and the planet. It was a good thing she was a speed reader, or she would have been there forever. The planet was called J'erel. The name meant Blessed. The goa'uld had placed them there over one thousand years before, and then they were forgotten. The society evolved, even discovering manned space flight, but then a System Lord rediscovered them.
They fought back bravely, but knew that they would lose to a bigger force. They made a decision to send one of their scientists into space to find help for their planet. An Asgard ship had found him, but he had already died. Before he did he wrote a long letter asking for help for his desperate planet. The Asgard wanted C.J. to do down to the planet, assess the situation, find the leadership and see if they still needed protection.
Sounded simple enough on the face of it, but C.J. knew that Murphy's law applied in space as well as Earth. "If anything possible could go wrong, it probably will." All of this served to keep her heart from hurting too much at the thought of leaving Daniel behind.
Freyr looked at the human female and asked, "Do the letter C and J stand for other meanings?" C.J. winced, "Yes, I am named after my parent's mothers. The C is Christianna and the J is for Juliette." She said. "You will need to be known as Christianna for our purposes." Freyr said firmly. C.J. nodded reluctantly. She was already in the clothing that resembled what they wore on J'erel. She was wearing a flowing skirt in browns and greens, with a vest like flowing overrobe. It was plain but comfortable.
Freyr had done a thorough search in the orbit around the planet and the planet itself for the goa'uld, but found none. It then gave C.J. a communicator, a transport device and finally a stern lecture on Goa'uld treaty rules. The next moment she was in a cleared area in the middle of a large crowd of people who all seemed to be arguing. There was sudden silence as the crowd absorbed her appearance. 'You're on kid.' She said to herself.
"Greetings People of J'erel. I am Christianna, and an ambassador for a space going race." She was proud, her voice never wavered, no matter how much her knees knocked. Voices broke out in no particular order, escalating in sound and chaos. She slowly circled in place, trying to see if there was a leader in control. Her eyes met those of a handsome man who was standing, vainly trying to get the attention of the others.
Jerel, son of Jerel was trying to quiet everyone down so he could speak. His eyes were on the lovely woman in the speaking center, and he hoped she would be the answer to the problems for his people. C.J. tapped her foot impatiently, finally having it up to her eyeballs with the noise.
Raising her arms, C.J. bellowed- "ENOUGH!" Ah, blessed silence.
Her eyes met Jerel's and she smiled. "If everyone would be silent, I would like to ask your leader to state your problem." She turned and bowed politely.
Humor shone in his eyes despite the seriousness of the situation. "Five cycles ago a hostile race led by Lord Manam arrived. His eyes glowed and he was evil. He tried to take over our planet but we were prepared for such an emergency and defeated them. He then gave us an ultimatum. In seven cycles of our moons he would return with greater force and destroy our home and take our people as slaves. We could 'tithe' 1000 people as a goodwill gesture and we would survive."
C.J. nodded, "Same old story, please continue." He cleared his throat, "We told him no tithe. We sent one of our greatest scientists into space for help. We assume he reached you?" Jerel asked hopefully. He watched as she closed her eyes and knew the answer before she spoke.
"As Ambassador it is my sad duty to inform you that your friend, your scientist was dead before he reached my friends." She heard cries of grief in the crowd. "However, he did not die in vain. He had written of your plight in an eloquent voice that touched the race that sent me. They need to know if you still need assistance." She had a sudden thought, "However, it is my duty as ambassador to ask if you know of this race who wants to conquer you?" she asked.
Jerel looked at his co- councilors and he looked at C.J. "They are evil." he said simply.
She sighed, "There are very few beings in the universe that are pure evil. Every race has their good and bad. The Goa'uld are like yourselves, but unlike you are inhabited by a symbiote that lives within their head. The majority of these symbiotes are indeed evil, they take over their host so completely that the person is lost inside without a way out." She saw shock and fear on a lot of faces. "There is a segment of their race called the Tok'ra that are good, they only have willing hosts, people who make the decision to share their life, almost like a spouse." She smiled, "It can be a rewarding partnership." Suspicion showed on many faces and she understood. "I don't know the level of your technology, but if you can you may scan me or whatever you do and see for yourself that I myself carry no symbiote." Jerel nodded at one of their medical people. She stood still as he waved some sort of wand, and a holographic like image was beamed to the side, showing her skull and brain, without anomaly. She was impressed, and told the man so. He smiled at her surprise and nodded at the assembly and went back to his seat.
She turned to Jerel. "I need to rest and some food. I can go back from where I came, or I can stay here while you discuss what I have told you." He jumped to his feet. His hands raised for attention, "We are adjourned to contemplate our futures until tomorrow." People started to file out but Jerel came to C.J. "May I take you to my home for refreshment and rest, Christianna of the mysterious race?" He smiled mischievously and she smiled back.