First Contact Doesn't Go So Well
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A/N1: Buffy will have a more formal way of speaking for the majority of this chapter. Remember she’s spent 5 years on this world so she’s adopted a lot of its customs and mannerisms. But don’t worry the more she’s with SG-1 the more her “Buffy” personality will break through.
CHAPTER TWO – First Contact Doesn’t Go So Well
Village Center – Council of Elder’s Meeting Hall
A small boy ran into the center of the village screaming. “Chosen! Chosen! There are travelers coming through the Chappa’ai!”
A beautiful woman with long golden blonde hair and bright hazel eyes came out of the building that housed the Council of Elders, approached the boy and knelt down to look him in the eye.
“Woah there Micah. Take a deep breath and tell me what you saw.”
“Four people came through the gate. One was a Jaffa – he had the mark on his head.”
Micah was one of the older children in the village, at the age of 10, and though he’d been only 6 when they’d defeated Ba’al he remembered the mark branded on the men who’d killed his parents.
Buffy brushed his curling hair out of his face. “What else did you see?”
Excitedly he continued on. He’d been so honored to be selected as one to watch the gate for incoming travelers. Only those with sharp eyes and swift feet had been selected by The Chosen.
“Two of the other’s were men and the third was a woman. The Jaffa carried a staff weapon but I did not recognize the weapons the others carried. They are walking the path to the village.”
Buffy stood and turned back to see the other Elders had exited the meeting hall. Though she was the youngest of the council of seven, at the age of 26, they all looked to her for the decision on what to do about this possible new threat.
“Send messengers to the fields and place guards around the village. We’ll let them come. It would be wise to speak with them. If Ba’al or another Gou’ald is planning on coming to this planet we should get as much information from them as possible.”
The other elders quickly agreed and set about implementing the Chosen’s orders.
SG-1 exited the Stargate and quickly scanned the area. The MALP telemetry had shown no activity near the gate but they’d been through the gate too many times to rely on the MALP alone.
As Teal’c scanned the horizon he saw a small boy run down a well-worn path. “O’Neill, we have been observed exiting the gate. A small boy has just run down that path.”
Colonel Jonathan “Jack” O’Neill quickly put on his sunglasses and adjusted his P-90. “Well Campers it looks like we head in that direction.”
After approximately 5 miles of hard hiking the members of SG-1 approached a large village.
To Daniel Jackson’s experienced eye it resembled a Northern European village of the late 17th or early 18th century. It had narrow cobbled streets and its buildings were a mix of wood and stone construct.
As SG-1 entered the village they observed people going about their daily tasks – albeit in an eerie silence.
“Who wants to lay bets the boy warned them we were coming?” Jack asked in his usual sarcastic manner.
Village Center – Council of Elders
The Council of Elders stood flanking the Chosen on the steps of the meeting hall. Buffy observed the approaching group with interest. Except for the Jaffa all the members of the team were human and if her guess was not mistaken they were military.
She hadn’t see anyone from Earth since her dive from the tower to close Glory’s portal, but the people before her resembled greatly in dress and appearance the military of her home world.
A man in his mid-thirties with soft brown hair and sharp blue-eyes hidden behind his glasses stepped forward from the group.
Buffy waited. If she had learned anything in her fight against Ba’al it was patience. She would let the travelers speak first.
“My name is Dr. Daniel Jackson and this is Colonel Jack O’Neill, Major Samantha Carter and Teal’c. We are peaceful explorers from Earth. We came through the Stargate seeking knowledge of your planet and its people.”
Buffy eyed the group warily and then stepped toward the man who had identified himself as Daniel.
“I am the Chosen of my people. You come through the Chappa’ai in peace – yet you bring with you a Jaffa. And by his markings a First Prime.”
At this Teal’c stepped forward and addressed the woman who had identified herself as the Chosen, “Indeed, I am Jaffa. I was once First Prime of the False God Apophis. I no longer serve him. Now I serve the Tau'ri and seek to destroy the false gods who enslaved my people.”
Buffy gazed hard at Teal’c trying to sense whether he was speaking the truth. “I have killed many Jaffa in my day – none have turned against their God. Why are you any different?”
“I do not know what I can say to convince you Chosen. But I speak true.”
Buffy continued to stare into his eyes and saw truth there. This man before her – though marked by a Gou’ald – had freed himself from their control.
She nodded her head and turned toward the remainder of the group to find them watching her carefully.
The one named “Jack” looked at her skeptically. “A little girl like you has killed Jaffa.”
The Council of Elders stiffened at this remark, a move that did not go unnoticed by Daniel. “Uh, Jack it might be a good idea to keep quite. We don’t want to make the locals angry.”
But Jack just couldn’t keep his mouth closed. “Oh, please! Daniel you’re telling me you believe this tiny little girl killed a Jaffa.”
Moira, a member of the council spoke in an outraged voice. “Do not insult the Chosen One. It is she that delivered our people from the terror of Ba’al’s control. It is only through her skill in battle that our home is free. If you cannot show her respect then you must leave this village and return through the Chappa’ai to your own home.”
Daniel turned to the woman the others called Chosen One. “I am deeply sorry for my friend. He sometimes thinks before he speaks. He didn’t mean to offend you.”
Buffy laughed. “It takes more than a smartass to offend me.” Then she turned a hard eye on Jack, “But if I were you I’d lay off insulting me – it makes my people touchy.” She finished this sentence by using finger quotes around the word ‘touchy’.
SG-1 looked at the young woman quizzically. If they hadn’t known better they would have sworn they were talking to someone from Earth. Her last statement did not seem to fit with the speech patterns of the village or even they way she’d initially addressed them.
Buffy then spoke again, “You are here to learn of our culture. Join us in the meeting hall and we will speak to you of our world.”
She turned to walk into the hall and spoke to Daniel, “Though my people call me Chosen - it is a title – you and your team may call me Buffy.”
Jack snorted in laughter, “Buffy what kind of name is that.”
Before Jack could even blink he found himself up against the wall of the building with a very angry looking Chosen One squeezing her small hand around his throat. She spoke menacingly, “My mother gave me that name. Do not insult it. And in case you were wondering – I didn’t just kill one Jaffa – I killed hundreds – some of them with my bare hands. I suggest you think about that before you speak to me again.”
Teal’c merely raised an eyebrow in recognition of the powerful warrior before him while Daniel went to help Jack off the ground where Buffy had dropped him.
“Just couldn’t leave it alone could you Jack. The way you’re going we’re all going to end up in prison or dead.”
“Oh just shut-up Space Monkey.”