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Xenocide: Lets see, you have the literal Mouth Of Hell guarded by a bunch of civvies. Do you really think any sane commander would let that go without at least keeping an eye on the locals? And if necessary figuring out ways to 'deal' with them? All it would take is one Scooby to be turned, and you have an ineffective team guarding the hell mouth all of a sudden. Not a good idea.

Chapter 7: Incoming….

"….and this is the control room, this is, ah, where we control the gate, check the GDO code's of incoming travellers" Daniel said, gesturing around the control room as they entered.

"GDO's?"

"Garage door openers, if you don't send us the correct code, the door stays closed" O'Neill gestured towards the iris over the StarGate, "and you splat"

"Yikes, now that is how you deal with door to door salespersons"

Muffled chuckles filled the room as an uneasy feeling settled over Buffy, a feeling of something closing, of…

"Incoming Wormhole!"

With a kawhoosh of energy the gate opened, roaring into the gateroom before returning to the confines of the Naquadah ring.

"Looks like someone dropped a stone into a bowl of water, only on its side" Buffy noted.

"Receiving Tok'ra IDC, opening iris"

Three tok'ra stepped through the gate before it closed, and Buffy watch the reactions of SG-1 out of the corner of her eye. Sam was happy, and Buffy took the shout of "Dad, what are you doing here?" as an indicator that Sam knew the oldest looking of the three.

Number two had O'Neill groaning, while Sam and Daniel sent him sly looks and number three……

Buffy stiffened, she sensed only a vague unease about the first two, but this one felt threatening. This one was not what he appeared to be.

"Colonel" She said urgently.

O'Neill turned his full attention to Buffy, that was not a good tone of voice, that was a 'the excreta is about to hit the fan' voice.

"Sam's father and the lady make me feel uneasy, not bad, just uneasy, but him" she said, pointing to a dark-haired individual "he feels wrong, he feels like a threat"

O'Neill cursed, ah yes; we detained a member of an allied group because he felt wrong to our newest, well hopefully newest recruit. O'Neill hated reports at the best of times, but he thought as he called the SF's back to the gateroom, this one should be a doozy.

Chapter 8: Unveiling

O'Neill sauntered into the gateroom, the rest of SG-1, Buffy and some SF's at his side.

"General Carter, welcome" he turned to Anise, and his voice radiating insincerity "Anise, nice to see you too, so who's" he gestured at the third person to come through the gate "your friend"

"This is Da'Mos, and the host Killandra, so who's your friend?"

"General Carter, Anise, Da'mos, I'd like you to meet Buffy Ann Summers" O'Neill paused while General Carter brought his newly arrived coffee up to his mouth, "the Tarithna"

Daniel shot O'Neill the evil eye as he contemplated his now wet and coffee stained trousers, and the muffled snorts and giggles now echoing through the room.

"The WHAT!?!?"

Buffy glared at Da'Mos who was now looking her over a covetous look in his eyes, "You are not who you appear to be"

"Really Child, how can you say that when you are the one claiming to be the Tarithna, a servant of the Goa'ulds"

Buffy snorted, "I will never serve a bunch of snake heads, the Tarithna is a guardian, a chosen protector of the people of this planet, and you still feel wrong"

"What a minute, what do you mean he feels wrong" General Carter had finally gotten his vocal cords working again.

"You two make me feel uneasy, this one feels like a threat" Buffy was beginning to contemplate life as a stuck record.

Da'mos cursed inwardly, of course the Tarithna would know. He reached into a hidden pocket in the back of his garb, and withdrew a miniaturised ribbon device, carefully and inconspicuously slipping it onto his right hand. Quickly now, he raised his hand and released a pulse of energy, throwing the Tau'ri and Tok'ra across the room.