Ay'mara dressed herself for the coming battle. Ay'mara of course had access to SGC regulation clothing but in a combat situation she preferred her own. Well-processed black leather that clung tightly to her skin so as not to become entangled as well as flat-soled shoes. Ay'mara had commissioned it from a skilled leather worker during her wanderings. The material was strong enough to resist corrosives and granted a degree of protection from blades while still allowing her swift and unencumbered movement. Unfortanetly like many other materials it offered little protection again energy weapons. She'd returned every so often to have the battle uniform refitted as she grew older or more often repaired as it was damaged by fighting. Ay'mara removed Ish'tar's ring from around her neck and placed it in an inside pocket. She always kept it with her but in combat it was best not to have anything wrapped tightly around your throat, if a one on one fight became necessary the cord that held it was strong enough to cut Ay'mara's air supply. Ay'mara then dawned an SGC regulation vest. She didn't like how stiff it was but the number of useful things it contained out weighed her personal discomfort.

Ay'mara tied her hair behind her head to remove it from her line of sight. Like many Bast guards Ay'mara may have cropped it short all together except that if she were to do this the silver mark of Ba'al would be plainly visible for all to see. Though she no longer believed Bastet to be a god Ay'mara would have proudly worn her symbol as a token of the many battle fought and won in Bastet's name. Ba'al was different, his was a sign of undeserved cruelty and complete oppression as well as a time in Ay'mara's life when the afterlife seemed preferable to her circumstances. Ay'mara would remember the day he disfigured her brow with her ugly sign till the day she died.

Ay'mara blinked twice removing the memories from her mind and readjusted her hair so the silver mark was no longer visible. Then she placed the signature of her former position on her hands. The claws appeared to be a set of finger-pieces connected together with curved tips at the end of each "claw"; some of Ay'mara's fellow Bast guard had been in the practice of adorning each claw with poisons to slow down or paralyse their opponents. When the claws were worn, they appeared to be a jointed glove which simply left the palm exposed while making the fingers look like curved talons. Ay'mara liked these as weapons because they did not constrict her hands any more than regular gloves would and they covered the scars that her father had left on her hands.

Of course she could not wear them all the time but at least in battle situations she was not reminded of her childhood. Ay'mara then walked to the armoury to fetch a Zat'nik'tel (or Zat as the Tau'ri were fond of calling them) and a Ma'tok staff. The sturdy metal felt comfortable in her hands. Like an old friend. Then she made her way to the ready room where her fellow soldiers were waiting.

Her direct superior was a girl with dark skin and hair. She was at about the same place in her life as Ay'mara, not in years of course given the vastly different lifespan of Humans and Jaffa but they were both about a third way through there life. Her name Ay'mara remembered was Zaken. The second on the team was a man called Morneau. His features were sharp, as if they had been carved with a Shikra blade. His eyes were as blue as her own and his blonde hair longer than hers. The final member of there "ground team" was a man going by the title Miller. His hair was cut short and he had a brooding expression as though he'd seen many things of which he would be happy to forget. Ay'mara could relate but she did not wear those experiences on her sleeve. The three looked combat ready though she had to admit she had her doubts about how effective they could be. Of course many of her opponents had often thought that about her. It was best to observe before making any assumptions.

Once the leader of the Tau'ri ship had given the order a white light appeared around Ay'mara and her team mates and they were beamed down to the surface. It was not as familiar a sensation to Ay'mara as some other Jaffa. Those in service to Anubis, Ba'al, Osiris and some other Goa'uld had regular contact with the technology but Ay'mara herself had only used it a handful of times. She had to admit she preferred the rings. Asgard beaming offered no buffer between two locations. You were in one then the other and the shock of change in temperature and humidity required some moments to adjust too. Rings on the other hand transported the pocket of air you stood in as you well as your person, allowing one time to adjust to new surroundings.

In this case however it wouldn't have made a difference. For the air here was just below freezing. Her symbiote compensated for some of it but Ay'mara felt the effects of the cold. Still it was not a factor she could change and voicing her discomfort would benefit no one. Morneau gave the all clear. Zaken gave the order to stay close with weapons ready. However only to fire if fired upon. This was a wise decision as other carrying weaponry could potentially be of the Langarian guard. Though Ay'mara had very little to go on so far she could say this for Zaken. She was level headed and she moved like a cat, Syn'ac would have been impressed at her silent quick actions. She motioned the others to fall in line behind her and Ay'mara did, flicking her staff open with a buzz in order that she might be ready, either to fire or knock an enemy unconscious with a blow from the staff.

The metal around her Claws began to cool and she found herself regretting wearing them. Her symbiote would protect her from frost bite and the Claws were designed to withstand temperatures much more extreme than this but she still felt uncomfortable. Zaken pushed open a door and an icy blast entered the room. Ay'mara could see snow outside. On her homeworld (at least not in the areas she had lived in) snow never fell. She'd wondered what it was the first time she'd seen it on the battlefield. She had however been exposed to it too late in her life to regard it as something fun like many Earth Children do. Instead Ay'mara saw the snow as a tactical disadvantage. Moving would be slow but it was manageable. Ay'mara kept scanning the area as they walked toward the Langaran Gate Facility searching for any signs of trouble.