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AN: Thanks to all those who have read this fic. Thanks again... (Or 'Vû szaeká!') I've begun working on chapter three, but I'm not sure I'll be able to upload it before the first week of August, as I'm going on vacation in France.

Chapter Two

Dómá, Rístís Dómá

Previously:

"Where are we?" Was Jack's next question.

"You are on board the Hógtúimi Szeluán, an exploration cruiser." She swallowed the lump she had in her throat. "We were following the development of your civilization. Our ship was to repatriate several teams who had settled on Earth." She looked at her hands. "One of these teams was the reason of the accident you experienced. From what they said, they were getting late and sped on the road and didn't see your vehicle until it was too late."


Jack saw that neither Sam nor Daniel were on their guard. They must have heard that story before, but he couldn't believe it right now… That sounded too much like a bad sci-fi movie.

"Why Earth?" He asked Hjared.

"Because Átválhín is the First World, from which we originate." She whispered loud enough for them to hear. "We discovered it around the same time we made first contact with the Asgard—that was fifty years ago."

Jack couldn't help smiling at the memory of the Little Gray.

"Do the Asgard know that you are 'monitoring' our planet?"

"They do." She looked at him anxiously. "We try to keep our existence a secret for the Goa'uld as our technology is halfway between theirs and the Asgard's—besides, only your world interests us."

"How come the Goa'uld don't know your planet?" He was curious as to why a human world was outside the Goa'uld conquest scope.

"Because our homeworld and colonies are all located outside your galaxy and none of them have a Chaapa'ai."

Jack pondered that comment for a moment. His tension relaxed, but he remained suspicious; they were deceived before. But one of his team's missions was to collect technologies and the forming of alliances.

"So you're from another galaxy?"

"Indeed, we are. We call ours Pheinn—Miss Carter told me that you call it M33." She explained. Her speech was now calm and relaxed as she had perceived Jack's tenseness fade away.

"You're human, aren't you?" Jack asked.

"We are. As I said, we originate from Earth. Our ancestors left it about twenty thousand years ago. We do not know who transported them, but our religion kept some traces of that…" She frowned. "I'm not really the one who should be answering your questions. We had an Ambassador prepared for meeting with you—I'm a medical practitioner after all."

She looked at Jack. Without using words, she asked him if she could stand. He nodded.

"You may remain here. I have patients to attend to. I'll send the Ambassador right away." She said. Hjared approached a panel near the door. She pressed a few buttons and spoke.

"Leümtannavéyar-lír, gómûrur vúi?"

A male voice answered.

"Iś, gómá."

Before she left the room, she turned on her heels to face the three of them. "Ambassador Leümtannavéyar is on his way." And she left.

Jack sat in the couch.

"And that's what happens when I finally succeed in dragging you to my cabin…" He sighed.

Sam smirked. "I'm so disappointed…" She said in a mock groan.


Five minutes after Hjared had left them, a man entered the room. He was by a least a head taller than Teal'c. His pale complexion clashed alarmingly with his bright red hair and his vivid green eyes. The man's hair was braided complexly and his robes were clearly blaring wealth.

He bowed. "I hope I am not interrupting anything."

SG-1 minus Teal'c shook their heads.

"Let me introduce myself: Ambassador Fentanvarra Dellanir Leümtannavéyar." He said. "But call me Fenn." He added before any of them could react.

Daniel was the first one to react. "Uhm… Hello, I'm Daniel Jackson."

Sam and Jack both introduced themselves which the Ambassador shook excitedly.

"I was informed that you were four, but I only see three of you, where is the fourth?" Leümtannavéyar asked.

"Our friend is currently meditating." Daniel explained.

"Allright…" He smiled—or rather smirked. "I'll leave."

He moved close to the panel in the wall. He beckoned them to come closer to him.

"I will show you how you can contact me when your friend has ended his meditation."

SG-1 nodded.

"Good." He pressed his palm against the panel. "You first press your hand on the panel while you concentrate on your language—that'll make the computer display the information in an idiom you can understand."

The panel was now covered with a dozen buttons.

"To contact someone, you press 'Comm.' and enter the person's number. To dial, you press the blue button. To cancel, the yellow one."

Again, Jack, Sam and Daniel nodded in comprehension.

"My number is 1-84327412. Doctor Hjared can be contacted at 8-77432199. If you cannot remember a number, you can ask the computer by pressing 'Personnel' in the first menu and say the name."

He paused for a second and said. "Do you need anything else?"

They were all about to shake their heads when Jack requested food and clothes.

"Very well, I'll have someone deliver something right away." The ambassador bowed and left in a whirlpool of black silk.


About an hour after Leümtannavéyar had left them, an aid appeared on the threshold of their lodging and offered a tray with steaming mugs containing a black liquid and four packages with clothes.

"What's that?" Daniel asked almost hoping their drinks were coffee.

"I don't know," Jack said, "but it smells like chocolate."

"I'm not sure, I'll call the Ambassador." Sam said after a deafening silence. She composed his number.

"Kenín sárát?" She heard his voice coming from the panel.

"Ambassador?" Sam said. "Would you like to come here, we have a few questions."

"Certainly." He concluded and the panel returned to its normal emptiness.

Less than ten seconds later, the man had returned. He bowed again.

"What is that?" Jack asked bluntly to him and pointing to the mugs.

"It is hot Tréhín tea, very similar to your cocoa plant but saturated with caffeine. We usually drink this when we are tired." He smirked.

"It's not dangerous?" Daniel almost whimpered. They had very embarrassing experience with off-world food and drinks during their missions.

"No, Mr. Jackson, Tréhín is healthy." The ambassador reassured him. "We would never poison anyone after spending so many resources trying to make you feel comfortable."

"Who are you?" They all (except Leümtannavéyar) jumped at Teal'c's voice.

"I see you are awake…" Leümtannavéyar bowed. "I am Fenntanvarra Dellanir Leümtannavéyar, Ambassador on the Hógtúimi Szeluán, this ship." He introduced himself to the Jaffa by bowing graciously.

Teal'c nodded and returned the introduction.

"Teal'c of Chulak." He said with pride.

Leümtannavéyar clapped his hands and smiled widely. "Now that you are all set, I'm ready for your questions as I hope you have many."

Daniel was the first one to ask a question, as he had used most of the time to prepare an unending list.

"Ambassador," He began only to be interrupted by the man.

"I said I prefer to be called 'Fenn'. I do not like titles." He said.

"OK, Fenn, where do you come from?"

"I'm from Hleüm-of-the-Dale, in the North of Asôltoff of the Nobuzyanese Federal Republic—a member State of the Jeernervaniaan Federal Republic which is the capital of the Jeernervaniaan Colonial Federal Republic, one of twelve unions in the Pheinn galaxy."

"Right…" Jack said as he was sure he would not remember anything.

Leümtannavéyar smirked mischievously.

"Well, the short story is that 20,000 years ago a race of aliens discovered Earth and saw mankind's potential. They took approximately 20,000 men and women from the planet and transported them in our galaxy. Once the humans were settled, the aliens left them without interfering in their affairs."

Sam's eyes widened.

"How do you know?" She asked.

"We haven't found any written record of that period; however, some of our allies who already had the capacity to travel in space at that time told us that some of their reconstructed archives speak of a powerful race whose single goal in the universe was to expand sentient life—we call them the First Born." He explained. "As for the population that was transported, a genetic mapping of our entire population right after the instauration of the Geriatric Treatment 2,000 years ago has shown that our gene pool originates from some 20,000 humans."

"What's the Geriatric Treatment?" Daniel asked.

"It's become a kind of adulthood ritual. It consists of eliminating various genes that could increase the risk of cancer and adding others that help increasing our life-spend up to three hundred years." He smiled. "For example, I'm eighty-four, although I look like a thirty year-old." He looked at Teal'c. "Actually, the Treatment has more or less the same advantages than carrying a Goa'uld larva, without the disadvantages."

Sam in her proper scientific mind asked the next question.

"I'm not a geneticist, but won't that 'Treatment' have influence on the offspring's DNA?"

"No, the Treatment is not applied on the gonads, so it is not passed to the offspring."

"Won't an extended lifespan cause a tremendous increase in population?" Daniel asked as he was an anthropologist besides being a linguist.

"Yes," The ambassador replied. "But large families receive grants to settle on colonies and on planets with a population larger than one hundred million, births are limited to two per couple."

Jack absentmindedly withdrew from the conversation. Apparently, Teal'c was interested by Leümtannavéyar's answers to Sam and Daniel's questions. The steaming mugs of Tréhín became more and more attractive. He was still unsure whether they tried to poison them. He felt that there was something very off with their hosts. Jack cautiously sipped the drink he immediately felt a jolt of energy wipe his tiredness out of his body.

"Wow!" He gasped as he felt the caffeine run in his veins. He jerked on his feet.

Their host laughed wholeheartedly. "I see you've tried Tréhín. What is your evaluation of our drink?" He smirked at Jack.

"Wow…" Jack mumbled and regained his composure. "Sweet, and… Well, I don't know, it's like if I had coffee injected."


Gonad: an organ that produces reproductive cells (gametes), for example, a testis or an ovary.

Note about Pronunciation:

Dómá, Rístís Dómá: doh-ma reesh-tis doh-ma (Home Sweet Home)

Átválhín: At-vahl-hen (First World)

Pheinn: Pronounced like 'pain', but with a harder 'P'.

Leümtannavéyar-lír, gómûmur vúi: lüm-tanna-veyar leer goh-moo-roor v-way (ü is pronounced like in German, translated: Mr. Leümtannavéyar, could you come?)

Iś, gómá: eesh goh-ma (Yes, I'm coming)

Fenn: Vehn

Tréhín: Tree-heen

A/N: You can find details about the language of Hjared's people on my website under 'Languages --> Lâs le Minûstâryú'.