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[i]Tok'ra Homeworld, by the Stargate.[/i]

Ariadne stood leaning against the DHD of the Stargate on the Tok'ra homeworld, impatient for the arrival of the Jaffa. She'd packed her belongings and come down to wait nearly an hour ago, the box next to her holding all that she owned. The wait had not been a pleasant one. While Ariadne was fairly indifferent to most Jaffa, her host, Idalia, hated them with passion and it was taking quite a lot of her self control to stop the feelings from bleeding over. The memories of Jaffa butchering people in Idalia's village were not so easy to push away though. She understood that this was an efficient method and meant less gate activations for the Tau'ri, but where normally that would have impressed her, right now it irritated her. Mere Jaffa had no right to come to this place.

She had to resist tensing up when the Chappa'ai finally began to activate, the symbols for the Jaffa homeworld lighting up. They were allies, and people she'd have to live with for the foreseeable future. Unfortunately. The unstable vortex formed with its characteristic whooshing sound before settling into the watery appearance of a stable wormhole. She resisted the temptation to draw her Zat and aim preemptively at the gate, despite Idalia's urging not to trust the Jaffa. The Tok'ra had hidden sentinels that would already be aiming weapons at the gate anyway, raising her own weapon would just alert the Jaffa to the fact that they could be killed at the first sign of treachery.

Five robed Jaffa stepped through the Chappa'ai carrying staff weapons before the gate deactivated. Ariadne, still leaning against the DHD, fixed her gaze on the lead Jaffa, a tall man bearing the mark of Apophis. Idalia's prejudice became too strong to completely hold out as Jaffa stood before her for the first time in nearly nine years. She flashed her eyes and spoke in a scathing, hollow voice [i]"Finally, you arrived."[/i] She knew full well that they were on time, but she couldn't find anything else to fault them for on such notice. Despite their apparent peaceful intentions her hand still twitched towards her Zat, her body tensing to leap into action at the slightest wrong turn from the Jaffa.