The Ori Galaxy.
With three moons already out over the darkening sky, and the sun setting in the distance, Adria, the Orici, was standing at the edge of a cliff looking down at the sight below while two Priors from her inner circle flanked her on either side. It had taken a long time, but the final bits of shadow pain from her body had vanished. She now stood tall as she stared at the twenty ships, their windows lit up and lights having been turned on in the various camps near the incomplete ships taking shape in the valley below. All built using the knowledge that already existed within her mind.
She was a child of the Ori after all. She had all their knowledge and their powers; however, she was still in a mortal shell. Smiling at the thought of the rest of the Milky Way either converting or being re-educated after refusing Origin, Adria bristled at the fact that she would gain nearly the entire Milky Way. She had spoken with her Priors in the Milky Way through the Stargates, and it was good news.
A majority of the planets had 'seen the light of the Ori', as her Priors had insinuated, and they were going to subjugate and then re-educate the others that still refused. Adria had ordered them, however, to leave Earth unharmed… the downfall of that world would be at her hands; and hers alone.
"I will offer them one last chance," Adria had commanded the last time she communicated with every single Prior in the Milky Way, "Earth will be given one last chance to surrender. If they do not accept the light of Origin, then they will be destroyed. I realise Prior Cain has come forward with the idea of placing those who continue to worship the darkness, into camps where they can be educated in the greatness that the light of the Ori brings them, a light which they have forgotten. While that is an idea I support, I will not support that for Earth… either they will accept the light brought by Origin, or they will perish for continuing to bring and worship darkness in that realm. Once Earth has fallen, the entire land will belong to the Ori. My Priors, a great storm is coming, warn those who continue to refuse us that embracing the Ori is the only way to shield themselves from the coming storm! Hallowed are the Ori!"
"Hallowed are the Ori!" was the response from every single Prior from the Milky Way. Adria took in their acceptance of her orders; she took in their worship of the Ori… in essence their worship of her and smirked. Back in the present day, she knew that once the Milky Way fell... she would begin the process of ascension – in fact, she had already started to train herself – and once she was a higher being, she would be the Ori.
She would be the god that people from two galaxies would worship… she would gain the full collective power of the Ori, and she would continue to collect that power from people worshipping them; from people worshipping her since she would, in every sense of the word, be the Ori.
'And then I can destroy the Ancients,' thought Adria to herself as she turned away from the valley of ships, and walked along a trail, followed by her Priors, to her own ship, 'I will destroy them, and then I will save mother; I will make her worship the Ori… I will make her worship me. Or else she will watch her friends die in front of her.'
Adria knew that the ships would be ready in eight months, and in the meantime, the Priors would continue their work spreading Origin. Something which pleased Adria as she and the Priors that flanked her stepped into a ring platform, and were then teleported to the ship in orbit.
Orbit over P9U-673, 1700 hours (Earth time.)
Cavil was still enraged that Alana had managed to escape her escorts a few days ago. The Simon and Doral models that had been with her on the surface were killed, their blood already soaked into the grassy ground a few steps away from the brown coloured pedestal close to the ring-shaped object by the time Centurions were sent to check on them following a lengthy communication silence. The Centurions had found them with their weapons missing, but there was no sign of Alana anywhere. The entire planet had been scanned from the Colony for the past few days, along with squadrons of raiders that investigated the surface from the atmosphere but there was nothing.
On the fifth day, Cavil took out his anger on the Number Eight that was by his side in his quarters, after having spoken to a Leoben who gave him the bad news about Alana, and about the fact that they hadn't found any information of the unique mineral on the surface since all the equipment's data was not retrievable. However, the only thing that Cavil was thinking after Leoben left and the door had closed, was that another humanoid Cylon, one of the Number Eights, betrayed him. He turned around and glared at the Number Eight who was shaking her head, begging him to spare her. But the madman didn't, instead he beat the Number Eight to an inch of her life while screaming at her, that her models were all flawed. It was a few minutes later that he stopped and panted. He looked at his bloody fists, and then at the bleeding Cylon lying on the slick floor of his bedroom.
"Our parents gave us these emotions," hissed Cavil glaring at the Number Eight, who was silently asking his for help while blood flowed down from the gashes made to her face, "fear, anger, hope, happiness, sadness – all destructive to who, no.. not who… to what we are supposed to be. The greatest machines in the universe. And people… those like you, you... you... you want to be emotional. You, the Leobens, the D'Anna's, and... Frack all of you!"
Cavil screamed out loud before kicking the Number Eight in her chest, the woman's screams reverberating through the metal walls of his room. It was just as he was about to make another kick into the Number Eight's chest when there was a knock on his door. Cavil spit on the groaning Number Eight before turning around and strode off angrily toward the door while muttering to himself, "how dare anyone bother me when I specifically told Leoben to tell the others that I did not want to be bothered."
The Number One, his fist bloodied, opened the door and glared at the Number Eight who was looking back at him.
"What!"
"I.. I have an idea, Cavil," said the Number Eight as she glanced at the blood on his fists, and then looked back at his eyes; eyes full of rage. The Number Eight, known as Karla, knew that Cavil was supposed to be with another of her line… and her heart raced when she noticed the blood on his fists, and then saw specks on his shirt. He growled at her to speak before Karla could glance behind him. However, there was a part of her that wasn't certain if she wanted to see what was behind him. Karla gulped, before telling him that it was entirely possible that their computer virus' success against the alien ship they had destroyed five days ago could have been a fluke.
"Where's your proof?" demanded Cavil.
"It's just supposition," said Karla, "what we did was a brute force attack, but there's no way to know if it would work again.. especially since our technologies are so different. As you know, the only reason our attack worked on the Colonials is because our technologies are essentially the same; the computer coding and programming languages we use are similar. But these are alien races that use completely different languages; they have to be given that they don't even know Colonial Standard. Cavil, we can try the brute force attack once again, but…. but we may not be as lucky."
"What's your idea?" asked Cavil before he pulled her into his room and shut the door behind him. It was then that Karla saw the bloodied mess that was groaning on the floor looking straight at her, and a lump grew in her throat. Karla looked back at Cavil who asked her if she had a problem.
Karla, conscious of the bomb collar around her neck, shook her head saying 'no'.
"Good girl," grinned Cavil, "now tell me what you want to tell me, and then you get to take out the trash."
"I.. I understand," replied Karla glancing at her badly injured sister.
While Karla explained her idea to Cavil, an idea so simple that he was enraged that he hadn't thought of it himself, there were three Pyramid ships travelling through Hyperspace towards the planet. Crewed by the Lucien Alliance, the ships were led by Netan's mothership. Netan, the leader of the entire Alliance, knew that it had been a few days since they had heard from the Kassa Processing facility, and there was a part of him that was certain that Earth had carried out an attack on this important facility. As he looked out the shield on the Pel'tak out into the hyperspace tunnel whilst he was seated on his command chair, Netan believed that some SG teams must have learned about the facility from some of the other Alliance held planets, and decided to attack directly.
'I have leaked the location of one of our transports carrying Kassa,' thought Netan to himself while he was staring out at the blue and white tunnel while others were manning various consoles, 'but they have not attacked. Earth has not attacked, so instead, they attack a processing facility. No matter, I will reclaim the planet, and then order an attack on Earth. The SGC will regret having ever come up against the Alliance."
"Netan," said his Second looking up from a console, "we will be exiting Hyperspace in five seconds."
"Scan the planet once we have exited hyperspace," said Netan leaning forward, "send Death gliders to the Stargate, I want any…"
Netan stopped talking, his mouth hanging open in shock at the sight before him as his vessel, and the two others, exited hyperspace and just hung in open space. The crew of all three ships were stunned by what they were looking at; a massive ship that dwarfed them was hanging over the planet below. Netan walked toward the shield that looked outside speechlessly and stared at the ten arms around the edge of the vessel, and then at what looked like mountains, and various pinpricks of light. He looked back at the crew and noticed that they were just as shocked as he was.
Back on the Colony, Cavil was called out to the Central Control Room, where upon arriving after listening to what Karla had to say, met four more of his model as they joined the others; some of the Leobens, Simons, Doral, and a few of the Number Eights who were still subservient to Cavil as they placed their hands into the large central basin. Their systems were connected to the data stream from the Hybrids and the sensors around the massive station.
The Cylons scanned the three ships, and then Cavil ordered the same brute force electronic attacks on there these ships. However, they didn't seem to work as the ships started to part; one was going to the port side of the Colony, another to the starboard, and another one was heading for the ventral section of the massive space station. Cavil smiled when Doral said that the virus wasn't working this time, that there was no reaction like the ship they had attacked and destroyed when first arriving over the planet.
"Something you want to share?" asked the Doral model upon noticing the smile on Cavil's face.
"A number Eight, Karla, came to my room and brought an idea with her," said Cavil when there was a slight tremor, and an alarm started to go off in the Control Room. One of the Number Eights at the basin said that they were being attacked, which led Cavil to scoff before saying that the Colony was protected by the rock that made up its hull and that the alien ships would find it harder to destroy this massive station than the Hub. Cavil ordered that all batteries open fire at the ships, "launch the nukes enhanced with the raw mineral, and then… then with that being a distraction, launch our raiders."
"But… Cavil, wait," said Simon leaning forward, his hands on the edge of the basin, "those things have shields, you're looking at them."
Simon was correct as he placed his hands in the basin once again, and then all of the models could see the weapons of the Colony hitting the three ships' shields which were flaring gold. Even the raw naquada enhanced nukes were useless against the shields of the Pyramid ship. And that was exactly what Cavil was hoping for, this was their ace in the hole.
"Look at the shield surrounding the ships," sneered Cavil, "what do you see?"
"What are you…., oh," exclaimed Simon, while the other Number Ones grinned upon noticing what their brother was talking about, as he watched the boundary of the shield light up from absorbing the blows of the various guns, missiles, and nukes being fired from the Colony. The Cylons stared at the space within the shield, enough space to do what they needed to do.
And with the first Pyramid ship they encountered over the planet having been destroyed, Cavil wanted one that was intact. He had plans for the Pyramid shaped ships; all plans to further the Cylon's technology.
'We're machines,' thought Cavil as he ordered the launch of five squadrons of Raiders, and seven Squadrons of Heavy raiders that were carrying Centurion boarding parties that were given orders, wirelessly from Cavil, to take some prisoners, and to kill the rest, 'we'll be able to understand any new technology faster than the simple human brain ever could.'
He also ordered twenty other Raiders to stay away from the battle, and just observe. It was an idea that confused the others, but Cavil said he knew what he was doing while he watched... from the data stream... images of two ships moving while firing, while another ship simply stood still.
Back on Netan's flagship, he stared at the shield of his ship flaring orange as the massive station shot at them with everything they had. He had already ordered all the Alliance ships to fire at the massive unknown vessel. However, all of his people manning the scanning consoles told him that there had been no significant damage to the massive station, or to their own systems when a virus attempted to infect the Ha'tak Pyramid ship. It was after the initial virus attack that Netan ordered his ships to fire.
And now they were in a situation where the pyramid ships' plasma fire was doing very little damage to the massive station; and in turn, the massive ship was imparting absolutely no damage on the pyramid ship. However, the Pyramid shaped ships were only slightly trembling thanks to the weight of the firepower launched against them.
"Will the shield hold?" Netan demanded to know from his minions.
"Yes!" exclaimed his Second.
"We are being approached by fighters," said another crew member who pulled up a three-dimensional HUD of the on-going battle. Two of the other ships were moving around while the enemy fighters and the massive station fired their weapons to little effect. However, there was something that Netan noticed; the alien fighters were vanishing in flashes of light, and then ending up where the Pyramid ship they seemed to be targeting used to be only a second ago.
"What are they doing?" asked Netan as he watched more fighters vanishing in flashes of white light but re-appearing where the Pyramid ship used to be, especially since they were moving about. And it was then that something clicked in his mind, "teleportation. They're teleporting, and… no! Evasive Manoeuvres.. we can't stay still or…!"
There was a boom that shook the entire ship; causing everyone on the ship to fall down just as there was another trembling of the floor and walls. Netan then roughly pushed away the man attempting to get him to his feet, "get back to work! What's going on?!"
Over the sounds of explosions in the distance coming from his own ship, Netan's crew were running around the Pel'tak as he slowly got to his feet demanding answers.
"Those fighters have used.. whatever that bright light was to get through our shields!" exclaimed one of the crew while Netan's second went on to another console, "they are within our shields and firing weapons!"
"Hull breaches on multiple levels, and…" the Second turned to Netan with his eyes widened in surprise, "we've been boarded."
"Show me!" demanded Netan who was looking at a large hole next to the closed entrance of the hanger bay. The man knew that the doors were shielded against open space, so by luck or on purpose, whoever these people were had destroyed a section of the hull next to the door. And since the fighters were attacking from within the shield, the hull was practically useless against weapons fire from ships. Netan and the others watched the bodies of dead Alliance soldiers floating in the hanger bay. He was aware that a majority of the men and women in the hanger bay must have been killed by the massive blast that made the wide hole in the hull, while others were killed by the sudden depressurisation of the hanger bay. The external sensors that were still active confirmed as much when dozens of bodies were highlighted floating outside the ship.
Netan and the others still watching the HUD images of the hanger bay saw three unknown ships on the floor. Ships that they did not recognise as being from Earth or any other civilisation they were aware of. The rear of the boarding party's ships opened up, and Netan's eyes went wide, as did the rest of the crew who were witnessing what was going on, as twenty tall, chrome plated robots with red eye-like scanners on their heads roving from one side to the next, walked onto the cold floor of the airless hanger bay.
Twenty robots from each of the three unknown ships. And then the view switched to another hanger bay where there were another three ships releasing its cargo of twenty robots each. Netan turned to his Second, and it was then he noticed something, the firing on his ship had stopped while the Station continued to fire at the other two ships. However, Netan couldn't worry about that now, he ordered his crew to attack the boarding party with all the weapons at their disposal. In the meantime, he ordered that the ship jump into a hyperspace window and get out of the battle zone.
"No power to the Hyperdrive," said the Second shaking his head, "weapon controls are gone and…"
"How is that possible?" Netan demanded as he rushed his Second and pushed him aside before checking the systems himself.
"The… whoever these things are… used primitive weapons to fire through our hull," said the Second rushing back to Netan's side as he pointed at several damaged areas of the hull, "they were just firing blind and…."
"Netan!" shouted a few crew members. Netan turned towards them and saw them pointing at the shielded opening while stepping back in horror. Netan and his Second looked back at the shield and saw two of the alien fighters looking back at them. At least they thought the fighters were looking back at them. The crew on the Pel'tak looked at the 'head' located in between the forward sweeping wings on the fighters as ECS thrusters were firing along its body to keep it 'looking' back into the Goa'uld version of a bridge.
And then the fighters fired.
While the rounds bounced against the shielded 'window', Netan instinctively ducked… as did the others. But then, the alien ships started to strafe the hull while the Centurions made it into the ship's hallways by blowing up the locked hatches that led to the interior hallways. One such interior hallway leading to the primary hanger bay was already filled with Alliance soldiers aiming plasma and kinetic energy weapons at the main hatch. They thought they had already initiated the shield that ordinarily covered the inside hatch should there ever be an emergency. However, what they did not know was that the massive blast that created the hole in the hull, damaged the relays that fed power to the shields, in that location. In the meantime, the Raiders that were within the shields kept on shooting through the hull like it was paper as the crew on several decks tried to crawl towards safety when there were massive explosions throughout the ship, and then all power throughout the ship was gone. The lights in the hallways had gone out thanks to a lucky missile strike by several other raiders that jumped within the shield.
The ease at which the raiders were jumping into the shield of Netan's ship made the commanders of the other two Ha'tak's nervous. This was something they had never experienced before and was wondering what they needed to do to save themselves. What they did not seem to notice, at least not yet, was that the only reason they weren't being attacked from inside the shield was because they were constantly on the move.
In the meantime, while the other Ha'taks were being fired upon by the Raiders, Heavy Raiders, and the Colony, Netan and his bridge crew were covered in complete darkness as they crawled to the exit. Netan internally recognised that he was arrogant; he wanted to oversee the battle from his standing ship… and now he was about to pay the price for that arrogance. The debris from the interior of the Pel'tak was falling on him and his crew when there was a sudden explosion. The raiders shooting into the Pel'tak had fired missiles, destroying the hull sections that surrounded the shielded window.
Now open to space, Netan and his crew on the Pel'tak were violently expelled out of the ship. And, since Cavil wanted the majority of the ship intact, the Raiders left the now depowered ship alone and headed for twenty other raiders that were not participating in the fight.
At least not yet.
A squad of Centurions broke into the dark ship and started killing the crew using their arm cannons, there were a few of the robots that went down thanks to the plasma weaponry. However, the robots had the element of surprise due to the sheer horror that many of the crew faced when coming against them. It was that horror that the Centurions used to slowly kill any opposition they encountered. On the main hanger deck, the Alliance soldiers in the hallway started to run away from the hatch once the lights had gone out. They knew that power was cut, which meant that there were definitely no shields. And no shields meant that they were going to be killed when the hatch opened.
It was too late; just as they began retreating, the door blew up and everyone in the hallway screamed before being sucked out into the hanger, and then into open space. The Centurions had stepped to one side to avoid the explosion and watched as the dying soldiers were thrown out of the hallway. The robots stared coldly at the humans being expelled into the hanger bay, before walking straight into the ship. With the Centurians taking control of Netan's ship, the forty Raiders that were simply watching the battle with the two other moving ships were connected with all of the Colony's hybrids. They were using all of their combined processing power to find a pattern in the movement of the ships.
And after a few minutes, they finally did. The pattern was transmitted to the Raiders and the Heavy raiders that were attacking the two ships just as fighters emerged from the pyramid shaped vessels. The Colony turned some of her weapons to the Deathgliders just as the forty raiders, having done their jobs, broke off and attacked the newcomers. While there were a few of the Raiders that were destroyed in the firefight between the Deathgliders, the Cylon raiders used their superior agility to take down a vast majority of the Alliance fighters. While that was going on, the remaining Raiders and Heavy Raiders were joined by more from the Colony, and then they predicted where the two Lucien Alliance vessels would move to next, and intercepted them. While this didn't work for all of the raiders and heavy raiders, it did work… and they opened fire immediately upon entering the shield.
The two Raiders that attacked the Pel'tak transmitted the coordinates for that particular location, and it was attacked first. With the destruction of the bridge on both ships, there was no way for the Alliance to escape into hyperspace. Eventually, the two ships were boarded by the Centurions in the Heavy Raiders, who forced their way in through the hanger bays; just as they had done with Netan's ship. This time, the Raiders didn't fire haphazardly, resulting in a loss of power… however, some of the internal shielding was lost thanks to the explosions that created a massive hole in the side of the primary hanger bay. The Centurions killed a majority of the crew while suffering some losses themselves.
However, the Centurions used the terror they caused to their advantage, and eventually, three-quarters of the crew were massacred. The others were taken prisoner so that they could be interrogated by Cavil and Doral. With Netan's ship fully depowered, the Cylons had no use for it, so the Colony fired all her weapons at the unshielded ship, and destroyed it. The other two Cylon controlled Lucien ships were brought into one of the Colony's hanger bays; a difficult job in itself even though the Alliance vessels were not moving. The Colony had to aim one of her hanger bays, where the baseships were usually kept, and moved extremely slowly to 'swallow' the Alliance vessels very carefully.
Once in the hanger bay, the humanoid Cylons boarded the two ships while the ones on the surface finished gathering whatever data they could from the Kassa refinery, which was still intact from the nuclear blast.
As Cavil took his hand out of the basin in the Central Control room, he looked at the others with a maniacal smile plastered on his face. They had just taken down ships that were supposed to have been more advanced than them, and now they had the opportunity to use their ability as machines to determine how the ships worked, and to integrate that technology into their Baseships and the Colony, "those ships will have details on this mineral, and I want information on their energy weapons. We can avoid the shields. For now, the Colony will be strong enough against the energy weapons of the Ori... remember, this station dwarfs them all. And if we are damaged, we will jump away and let our hull regenerate before going on the attack once again. We have a way to beat them now, and we will show them… we will show them all that the children of humanity are not done yet; we will finish what we started… we will end them all!"
"By your command," exclaimed the other Cylons who were in disbelief over what had just happened. They won. And now, they had two alien ships to examine. They had access to the technology and their database.
'Maybe we can find Earth,' thought Cavil, 'and every other human world out there. It could be in the alien database, but first, we need to learn how to read the database. Heh… good thing we're machines.'
Sunnydale, 1730 hours.
Willow and Faith were doing everything in their power not to hold each other's hands as the Presidential motorcade drove through the streets of Sunnydale. They had been driving for nearly twenty minutes and were now a little over ten minutes away from the BPRI. The entire way there, the Mayor and the President were talking about how the former was stunned to find out about the real reason for the BPRI's existence. While the Mayor was mentioning that he suspected the strange goings on in the city were all supernatural related, it was still a shock to have everything confirmed when he was read into the truth, Willow and Faith were having a mental conversation with General O'Neill, who was listening intently to the conversation between the Mayor and the President.
O'Neill: "Read up about Major Adama being turned. Still, can't believe that there's a planet full of vampires. Anyway… how goes the re-ensoulment thingy?"
Faith: "Thingy?"
Faith smirked at the General with an eye-browed raised while Willow gave the man a small smile.
O'Neill: "Sorry, had a moment there where I missed the word I was looking for and…"
Faith: "Old man."
Willow coughed suddenly trying not laugh at the look of consternation on the General's face, while Faith covered her smile with a hand over her lips. The President and the Mayor turned to look at Willow, the former asking her if everything was okay.
"Yes, sir," replied Willow, "I just thought about something real funny."
"Must be a hoot," deadpanned General O'Neill while narrowing his eyes and Willow, and then at Faith.
"Not really, sir… no," Willow shook her head while Faith chuckled, before the President and the Mayor resumed their conversation. Then Faith and the two officers resumed their mental conversation.
O'Neill: "As I was saying, how goes the re-ensoulment ritual. Anything on what needs to be done?"
Willow: "We'll talk to Tara later tonight, after the festivities are over. But like my report said, Sir, we may have to return to Kobol to perform the ritual if it doesn't work on New Kobol."
Faith: "Any idea if Kobol's gonna be nuked?"
O'Neill: "No, we won't be nuking the place. At least that's what I think. The way I see it, those things are trapped on the planet with nowhere else to go. I mean, the Stargate should be buried, right?"
Willow: "I did set off the naquada reactor, sir. The cave should have been destroyed, and it should have buried the Gate."
Faith: "No matter what we do, if we do happen to return to Kobol, we need to do it at night. Major Neely told us that the vampires hid during the day, so they have that weakness… and the sunlight bombs worked on them too.. so, yeah. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that if we absolutely have to re-ensoul the Commander's kid on Kobol? We need to get there at night."
Willow: "This brings up getting the whole 'chased by vampires' again."
O'Neill: "We'll come up with something. If a ship is needed, you'll all be tagged in case you need to be beamed up. Since we don't want to give the fact we have teleportation technology away, we'll use the Jumper to bring whoever needs to go down to the surface. The other stuff we can determine once Tara gives the go-ahead. Homeworld Security and the SGC is already on board with this, but the IOA are not being told about this… I'm guessing they'll be weirded out if they knew."
Faith: "I know I'd be."
O'Neill: "Find out what Tara says, and we'll go on from there."
Willow: "Understood, sir."
Willow and Faith looked out the windows and watched as the motorcade made its way down streets before entering the walled off BPRI complex. The motorcade drove through the gates, which then closed shut behind them. The motorcade made it through the driveway, and up to the main BPRI building where Buffy, Giles, Xander, Cordelia, and- since the sun had already begun to set, and the sky started to darken considerably, Angel was standing outside at the bottom of the stairs. The motorcade stopped, and then the secret service spun into action. One of them opened the doors, while the others prepared themselves for President Hayes.
Willow, Faith, and General O'Neill exited the vehicle while nodding their heads at Buffy and the others before the Mayor stepped out, followed by the President. It was Angel and Cordelia, who shook hands with the President and the Mayor before introducing Buffy, Giles, and Xander to the leader of the free world.
"They're the original Scoobies, Mr President," said Faith nodding over at Willow, and then at Buffy, Xander, Cordelia, Angel, and Giles, "been there since the beginning."
"I'm pleased to finally meet you, Miss Summers."
"Me too, Mr President," smiled Buffy before shaking the man's hand, and then he turned to Xander who gave him a quick salute as if by instinct. After noticing Willow and the General chuckling, Xander put his hand down while sheepishly explaining to the President what happened to him during Halloween several years ago.
"Really?" asked the Mayor in surprise when Xander explained he really became a soldier, and he still retained memories and experiences of that soldier. Buffy nodded her head before telling the Mayor that they had a lot of stories to tell that he didn't know about… especially because they were embarrassing.
"It would be good to hear about, though," said the Mayor.
"I think something can be arranged, Mr Mayor," said Cordelia with a chuckle when she remembered that day.
"Mr President, Mr Mayor, General O'Neill, Willow, Faith," said Angel before looking over at the buildings behind him, and then at the guests, "welcome to the BPRI."
"Let's begin the tour, shall we?" asked Giles while the newcomers nodded their heads.
TBC.