001 [Location: Mansion Lobby] Uninvited
"Never count your eggs while your chickens are still laying eggs?" Vala chirped out as she hiked her pace up to a jog to catch up to the others at the top of the ramp. By the time she reached the gate, Sam, Teal'c and Mitchell had already stepped through the event horizon. A simple reconnaissance mission to P3X-581 to check the inhabitants hadn't had any unwanted contact from the Ori, and as usual Vala had managed to find herself straying at the back. This time trying to come up with another clichéd proverb to match the barrage the SG-1 team had been jovially spouting at each other, but her Earth repertoire was already exhausted and she was clutching at hay... or was it straw?
Daniel hung back waiting for her to catch up, correcting her flatly about chickens and eggs and they both stepped through. The other side of the gate definitely wasn't what she was expecting though. Instead of the desert plains of P3X-whatever, Vala found herself standing in the lobby of the mansion. She took in the plush surroundings with surprisingly little shock, confusion perhaps but definitely very little shock - until she realised there was no gate behind her and she couldn't simply dial back to Stargate Command.
"Well that was unexpected," the military uniformed woman mused after only taking a brief moment to compose herself and weigh up both her options and surroundings. Cautiously Vala approached the receptionist, the P90 sub-machine gun was in hand at her side ready for any eventuality though.
"Hello," Vala smiled with a hefty dose of sarcastic politeness to the woman behind the desk, "whilst this is all very impressive, and had I been actually invited as opposed to brought here against my will I'm sure I'd positively delight in my salubrious surroundings. However you can tell Adria that I'm washing my hair today." She could almost hear her daughter already saying 'Hello Mother', in that threatening and inappropriate familiar tone and she fully expected her to appear at any moment. No-one else would attempt to pull off this kind of elaborate coup after all.
Daniel hung back waiting for her to catch up, correcting her flatly about chickens and eggs and they both stepped through. The other side of the gate definitely wasn't what she was expecting though. Instead of the desert plains of P3X-whatever, Vala found herself standing in the lobby of the mansion. She took in the plush surroundings with surprisingly little shock, confusion perhaps but definitely very little shock - until she realised there was no gate behind her and she couldn't simply dial back to Stargate Command.
"Well that was unexpected," the military uniformed woman mused after only taking a brief moment to compose herself and weigh up both her options and surroundings. Cautiously Vala approached the receptionist, the P90 sub-machine gun was in hand at her side ready for any eventuality though.
"Hello," Vala smiled with a hefty dose of sarcastic politeness to the woman behind the desk, "whilst this is all very impressive, and had I been actually invited as opposed to brought here against my will I'm sure I'd positively delight in my salubrious surroundings. However you can tell Adria that I'm washing my hair today." She could almost hear her daughter already saying 'Hello Mother', in that threatening and inappropriate familiar tone and she fully expected her to appear at any moment. No-one else would attempt to pull off this kind of elaborate coup after all.