Author's Note: Greetings once again! Not much for me to say at this point. Just that all shall be revealed in time. And that you may learn quite a bit about the Felarians, and Tylara…Or not. Whatever.

Disclaimer: I own not the Stargate, merely my entire planet and the peeps on it. Hey! snaps at hansome guy with leopardian features Water please!

Ch.3 The Disarming

The team followed her in closely, hands dutifully away from their weapons. They looked about the chamber they had entered carefully. The walls were covered with brightly colored tapestries, though the pictures were indiscernible to the point. There were several veils that hung from different points at the ceiling, making screens that came to different heights from the floor. What commanded all their attention however was the being lying a few lengths before them. Tylara dipped her head in light respect crossing her right arm to her left shoulder. The whole team thought simultaneously, that must be her. Daniel stepped forward a half pace about to speak when their guide cut him off sharply with the wave of an arm, nearly hitting him in the nose.

"Mee-rin s'ver, mes chaffin tret qual lu Stargate. Soi a lestral torrin de vu Dame Skarsken," she said, eyes coming up to meet the other lounging on the ground. Well, sort of on the ground. She was stretched luxuriously on a fluffy pillow, legs crossed in a dignified position, managing to look both very comfortable and commanding at the same time. She wore a top similar to Tylara's, only hers was made of a gauzy pink fabric. Not opaque, but it had veiled sleeves that trailed after her firm arms. Her skirt was longer, coming to mid-calf, made of the same material and a wrap-around, tied firmly at her hips. She had a fluffy Persian's tail and ears, the tail coming over her hips to twitch slightly every now and then. Her ears perked up at the sound of the girl's voice, and she opened her eyes to reveal slitted pupils. Not like Tylara's, which were round, and this woman had one a vibrant green and the other a pale blue. Her hair was white with age and piled on top of her head. Hey, she may be old, but she still looked good.

She regarded Tylara, her eyes widening slightly. "Seron forleon torrin ah seron Metari-Ka? Seron fetla seron Soilar primara, soi kash?" the other woman spoke in a low tone, eyes trained on Tylara, never moving to gaze at the others.

"Daniel?" Jack asked softly, noting the women too distracted to notice him.

"Don't look at me. The only word I recognized was 'Stargate'."

They were quiet as Tylara spoke again. "Sen ra ne portent srel. Torrin mettin parsce de Lelle. Soi ferel ic portent."

The Persian regarded her harshly, moving to stand. She lifted herself gracefully, moving so smoothly it seemed she floated more than walked. She took a basket from the far wall, coming to stand before the group. She brandished the basket before her, still seeming to be irritated.

Jack looked in. "There's nothing in it," he told the Persian, who ignored him.

"That is the point Colonel. We would not willingly put the Dame in danger. You must leave your weapons with Lara."

"But I thought she-"began Daniel, who silenced when he felt Sam's boot heel dig into his foot.

"I would appreciate if you disarmed now, and not force me to disarm you. The sooner the better. The Dame is a very busy feline."

Teal'c and Jack looked at each other, both thinking it unlikely that she could force them to do anything. Meanwhile, Sam was starting to put her gun in the basket. "Carter," Jack said, giving her pause.

"Sir?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

Sam with drew her gun guiltily. "I'm merely complying Sir…"

"You're going to willingly give up all your weapons on what could possibly be a hostile planet?"

"Well, she never said all…"

The Persian looked to Tylara in confusion, but she shook her head. "S'mal lestral corrin mo de," she said, then turning to the team.

"What the hell did you say?" Jack asked.

"That is not important."

She opened her mouth to continue, but Jack cut her off. "Yes it is. Our team linguistical expert has no idea what sort of language it is and I-"

"That is not important now Colonel," she reiterated with a growl. "What is now important is that you disarm yourselves so that we know you have no ill intent towards our leader. And yes, I do mean all of them."

Jack shot Sam a look, and she shrugged. "Well Sir, we bear no ill intent on their leader."

His glare deepened as he held stubbornly onto his gun. "Can't I keep one?"

"No."

"What if we're ambushed?"

"No harm shall befall you or any other member of your team unless you move to do one of our kind harm."

Jack thought about this. He thought about it hard. Taking away his gun was like taking away part of his soul. His brow and glare deepened in thought as the rest of those present watched him in expectation. Very grudgingly, he put the gun in the basket. "Fine. But no Christmas cards for you."

Author's Note: eyes widen Oh my gosh! Jack's actually giving up his gun! What other terribly out of character things will happen in the future? Only time shall tell…or possibly the next chapter. Till then, later dudes!

Editor's Note: Yes, it's still me. Just thought I'd clear something up The exchange between Tylara and Lara goes as follows:

"Greetings m'lady, these travellers came through the Stargate. I am taking them to see Dame Skarsken."

"You encountered them on your Bonding-Run? You found your (word untranslatable…) first, I trust?"

"That is not important to the point. They must speak to her. I feel it urgent."

And a bit later Tylara said "I'll take care of it."

Yes, I made this up all by myself. And a few words are repeated because they are multi purpose words, i.e. soi is anything refering to self, my, mine, I, ect. portent is important or urgent. Seron refers to you, your, ect. Yah. Any other questions, just ask.

Author's Note: Just thought I should apologize for taking so long…I was out of town most of the summer, and school has been hectic what with the plays and such…Now I'm back though!!