Rea'c looked up at this. "Would we no more instill fear than your people appearing out of nowhere? If these people are known to rebel against the Goa'uld then they are our allies and I would meet with them. They thought beside our brothers and paid with blood together. Also what is to happen if some of the rebel Jaffa have survived? Their symbiotes will be nearing maturity and they will need to be given a dose of tretonin and I doubt you would be able to convince them to take the drug in place of their symbiotes. However if you wish to try without us, good luck."

At this point, Williams jumped in. "Rea'c does raise a good point. I believe the influence of both at least one Jaffa and one Tok'ra would be beneficial to this mission from the start especially with such un-experienced field members for going down to an Alien planet. I believe their presence would be invaluable which is why, after all, they are here. Besides the paper work is already filled out and it would be naught but a waste of time to remove their expertise from the team." He checked his watch as it gave a faint beep. "However my presence is required elsewhere and I will allow you to deal with all the minor details Captain." With that he picked up all his files from the desk, and his voice recorder before walking out of the room, before the door closed he was seen handing all the files over to Miss.Hart.

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Tonak removed his cloak as he walked into the manor house. He hated these planets, they were too cold compared to a more tropical planet. They just didn't suit him especially with the necessity to wear the big clunky cloaks just to prevent a preemptive death. He'd rather be given a Ha'tak to go against one of the Tauri vessels and its Asgard Plasma weapons than spend long periods of times on a planet such as this. However it seemed like it would have to do. He withdrew a [i]Zat gun[/i] as the Tauri called them from under his cloak and stunned to two guards standing around lazily with staff weapons before barging into the office of the leader of this pathetic little hamlet. He raised a gun, an actual gun, at one of his advisers. "Out, now. Close the door behind you."

The fat balding little man dropped most of his paperwork before leaving shaking and panicking. "Hello, [i]Halion[/i]. Long time no see. You've been ignoring Kanes calls, you should know better than that. He truly [i]hates[/i] that. Anyway, the past is the past, right? Tell you what. All will be forgiven if you do two things, chase your local Goa'uld near the river to the west so he can be found by some... visitors. Do you know where he is?"

((Prince, you can be Halion, why Halion? I heard people talking in the background.))