My · Life · Among · the · Tauri

I believe I mentioned a short time ago (or a long time, as I've been remiss in updating) that Galen and I were undertaking a mission together.  We did.  It went smoothly.  We were able to attend a Tauri military function without drawing much attention to ourselves, and I do believe our objectives were accomplished.

But, really, the whole breakfast thing was a bit much.

I suppose I should explain.  I don't like eggs.  I can eat them, but I really would rather not.  It's not really a thing against Tauri food; they had eggs on my planet and I didn't like them either.  K'tyr, on the other hand...well, hosts and symbiotes have different tastes, and we come to agreements on what we will and won't eat/do/etcetera.  Ask Selmak about Jacob's taste for coffee sometime.  But, anyway, K'tyr and I reached something of a truce, because there are things I like that she doesn't, and in a blending, some compromises must be reached.

I went to bed, as the trip was tiring, and woke up in the middle of breakfast.  This is a uniquely Tok'ra moment, as far as I know...I don't mean regaining awareness of the world.  I mean, literally, I woke up.  K'tyr and Galen had apparently gotten hungry while Edward (oh, wait, he asked me to call him Ed) slept and they went out for breakfast at a diner, using our voices in order not to draw attention to themselves.  And K'tyr had decided since I was asleep that toast with eggs on the side couldn't hurt.  (Stop laughing.  Have you ever woke up to find yourself eating something you're not terribly fond of?)

There's more of this mission, but I believe a full report will have to wait.  Now I'm the one who's hungry...and I happen to have some Pepsi....  Fair's fair, after all.  K'tyr can find eggs anywhere.  As far as I know, the Tauri are the only ones who have managed to create Pepsi.

It's fun, being able to tease your best friend this way....

Current Mood:

amused

You might recall I mentioned that the Tok'ra were guarding a Prior during the Atlanta mission, and we were dosed with his plague.  Fortunately, our symbiotes protected us and we were only left to suffer cold-like symptoms (as the plague was too much for our symbiotes to handle completely at once).  Though annoying, it was much better--as K'tyr constantly reminds me--than dying of a deadly plague.  That's old news.

What is not old news, however, is that apparently, this is prone to relapse.  Dr. Fraiser assures me it happens sometimes, and the best I can do, being Tok'ra, is to ride out the annoyance while K'tyr does her work.  I don't like this.  It's just not right for a Tok'ra to walk around sniffling.  And beside that, I'm congested, my throat is scratchy....  It's not fun.  I appreciate that I'm not flat on my back with a fatal illness, yes, but it's been thirty-something years since I blended with K'tyr and I've rather gotten used to not having to be sick.  Damned Priors.  Galen and I have a function to attend next weekend, and I had better be over this by then.

Dr. Fraiser recommended I consider an over-the-counter cold preparation to help ease the symptoms, but that's not going to work.  I discovered last time that cold medication and K'tyr make for a bad combination.  You laugh.  I'm serious.  In addition to her getting a bit twitchy and being generally paranoid, K'tyr squeaks when I've taken that stuff.  I don't mean the usual symbiote squeaks that serve as their primary form of communication when they're outside of a host.  I mean she gets so hyped up that she begins to talk faster and her voice comes off sounding a bit squeaky.  When you stop to consider that it's her mental voice I actually hear in my head, that's quite disconcerting.  So the cold medications aren't available to me, and I suppose I'll just have to deal with this.

Damned Priors.

Current Mood:

sick and annoyed

Hello.  This is K'tyr - I comment in this journal infrequently, as Rhea has matters well in hand, but she's taking advantage of the fact that I have control of our body at the moment to take a nap (as I mentioned above, this lifestyle does have its benefits, the one in question being that I can get some work done while she sleeps).  I thought I might take advantage of this opportunity to share some of my own thoughts on recent happenings.

The Council has contacted us and recommended that as long as we are among the Tauri, we should be among those undertaking a mission in a place called Burbank.  There, we'll meet Daniel Jackson and Martouf (and Lantash), as well as Bra'tac and some man from the Pegasus galaxy I haven't had the chance to meet.  Rhea's reviewed the literature and says he's quite attractive, but she and I at times have different taste in men.  Our objective will be, if possible, to pass on some Tok'ra membership information to Martouf/Lantash, as well as gather information on yet another of the Ba'al clones spotted in the area.

What, might you ask, is the problem?  The Tok'ra colleague accompanying us (her host, anyway) and Rhea both are quite fascinated with the physical attractiveness of Ba'al's host.  Of course, all the clones look exactly like him.  And, yes, the hosts will likely have primary control in the interests of blending in.  The same hosts who are enchanted (I hesitate to use the term "obsessed", much as I'm tempted) with the man's beauty.

The terms "harbinger" and "doom" come to mind.

Now, realistically, I know I needn't worry.  As much as they might appreciate Ba'al's taste in hosts, they are Tok'ra.  And that means they will fight the Goa'uld to the bitter end (though if the Goa'uld are ever truly gone from the universe, I see nothing so bitter about that).  But, honestly, considering it in advance is enough to give one a headache. 

I really think Rhea's fixation has something to do with those ten years we spent undercover on Ba'al's ship.  Me, I couldn't wait to get home to the tunnels, and truthfully, neither could she, but there always was an air of mystery about him.  Often heard from, seldom seen.  It was only after Ra's fall that he stepped out of the shadows at all, and even then, as long as Apophis was the primary scourge of the galaxy, Ba'al kept quiet.  A brilliant strategy, but it did lead us to wonder about him quite a bit...and Rhea's continued to be intrigued since.  At least she's not entertaining any illusions of trying to turn him Tok'ra.  She knows perfectly well it would be a cold day on Netu (presuming Netu still existed) before that happened.  The more power one has, the harder it is to relinqush...and power is something Ba'al has in spades.

Things have been relatively quiet here at the SGC, which is a good thing, if you ask me.  When things are NOT quiet, the world is usually in very imminent danger.

I've been sorting through the photographs from our mission to Atlanta, and I'm woefully aware I haven't completed a detailed mission report as of yet.  I'm working on it, really, but Kitha's already submitted a wonderful one, which took some of the pressure off me. 

For some strange reason, I've been provided with a pair of glasses to use as a disguise when I'm out in public, as the theory is no one would expect a Tok'ra to be wearing them.  I still don't understand it.  However, Galen often laments that his host's vision is bad enough that even HE can only do so much, so TWO Tok'ra in public with glasses is even MORE easily overlooked.  Which is probably the only reason they let the four of us out unsupervised.  But here's a picture.  I think it's a cute one.  And, yes, that IS a zat tied into my clothing, but there were Goa'uld in the area, and I refused to go out unarmed.  I was told to attempt to pass it off as a toy if it garnered any questions.

For those of you who might have been keeping score, the latest results are in.  Tauri Technology - 1.  Rhea - 0.  I understand the essential problem, that one of your computer "viruses" has infected the system I use.  However, I don't understand these viruses in the first place.  Why would someone with such intimate knowledge of a computer system manufacture one simply to make others miserable?  If it were a virus capable of compating the Goa'uld, I'd understand.  But to simply create mischief?  I really don't understand it.  But, whether I do or not, the fact remains that I am using a cdifferent omputer until Sgt. Siler can repair mine.  I asked if there was anything I could do to assist his efforts, and he told me the name of a person I should contact.  Fortunately, I have this laptop computer in the meantime, because I'll have to search your Internet to determine who this Bill Gates is, how to find him, and why he lives in a valley constructed of silicon.  On my planet, we don't seek to benefit financially from technology so much as assure mutual benefit, so these "product code" things don't exist.  I don't see why the ones the Tauri use are so expensive.

Also, I've been asked how an observer might be able to tell whether K'tyr or myself is currently in control of our body.  Obviously, if we meet in person, and K'tyr's talking, it will be obvious.  But photograhs, understandably, make it more difficult to determine.  Therefore, I've chosen to post a helpful guide.

Current Mood:

calm

Hello, this is K'tyr.  Frankly, I'm not sure I understand the point of this journal either, but it's been suggested we document our lives among the Tauri and so I shall.

About Rhea's last posting.  I can assure you, nothing particularly sordid happened.  I went to Anise's party.  Other than the Tauri who felt the need to use the Eye of Ra as a decoration (really, don't they know what that STANDS FOR?), nothing special happened.  As for the photograph, as far as the Tauri woman is concerned...it's a long story.

But, Rhea, dearest, my Chosen...would you care to explain

Current Mood:

curious

I am beginning to suspect that K'tyr is a lot wilder than she'd like to admit.  I know we keep a few outfits around for undercover use, but I have some vague memories of a party of Anise's I went to sleep in order to avoid.  Of course, K'tyr CAN function perfectly well when I'm asleep.  I think Lashek might have been there, too, but it's hard to tell.  I must talk to Kitha.  

In the meantime, someone's captured evidence of this, and surely, I would think I'd remember it....that IS me, but the expression?  Purely K'tyr.  And there appears to be a strange Tauri in the background.

If anyone knows what happened, I'd appreciate information.

Current Mood:

confused

The Tauri have assured me this journal has been set up to those with the proper clearance only, so I can feel free to discuss issues frankly, but forgive me if there are some things I don't share. That having been said, if word of the Stargate program gets out, I claim no responsibility whatsoever. My planet may have a level of technology similar to Earth's, but our systems are completely different, so I have no way of testing the security of this connection. I can only go on what I've been told.

Please note, despite the "icon" of choice for this post, I AM Tok'ra. I am not a snake, snakehead, Goa'uld, or anything of that nature (especially since K'tyr is currently asleep, so I as the host am writing). While I may tolerate "Tokie" on occasion, it's a nickname I prefer avoided.

Rhea Varyn, host to K'tyr