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011 [Visual]Time for a chat, young lady

Vala can't hang around to argue with Jack or Daniel about the craziness of her plan any longer. She's already not turned up to see Adria when she was expecting her, and if she leaves it much longer, who knows what stage Adria's plans will be at and it'll be too late to change her mind.

Besides, as of yet, nobody's come up with a better plan, they know how to disable her powers, but Adria's no fool and she'd be expecting an anti-Prior device. Plus there's the small issue of getting anywhere near her with it. She's pretty sure she's safe though, Adria wouldn't seriously harm her own mother. The same can't be said for Daniel, she's sure.

So she's slipped away, on her own, without telling anyone and is now standing near the Sanctuary and opening up her tablet. Notably, she's not wearing SG-1 uniform, but she might still be armed... possibly. Her leather coat serves more purpose than just looking sexy.

"Adria." She says in her best attempt at stern Mom mode, "I think we should have that talk now."

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Adria appears, looking...well, just as haughty and demanding as ever.

"I agree. Where should I pick you up? I have this lovely shuttle in the interim until I can locate a more suitable ship to command my fleet from here..." And then she smiles, a little too brightly. "Somewhere that I can be certain that it's not a trap. I hope you understand mother. I have to look out for my own safety, and I'm not looking forward to having to destroy all your little friends should they choose to oppose me."

Vala might not have a plan as such, beyond attempting an amicable re-education, but there is reason to her madness -- no plan equals no plan for Adria to see through by helping herself to her thoughts.

She takes a deep breath, she knows she's leaping without a safety net, but it's necessary. "I'm just by the Sanctuary, in Central Taxon. Out in the open, and I can promise you, it's not a trap. My little friends, as you call them, don't even know I'm here. I decided to ditch them, we didn't agree on a few things."

It's not a lie per se, just a little deceptive in the way she worded it, bitterness in her words helping the deception along.

Adria is in a bit of a spot without her Prior, who she has sent out into the city to convert and see to the milling masses who are so far being just wonderful about agreeably dedicating themselves to Origin. But still...this is just her mother, in theory. She can handle her mother.

"I will be there shortly," she says, the little ship bringing itself down from the high point on a random roof she had it perched on. Taxon isn't a very big place, and she closes her eyes and clears her mind, searching for some sign of her mother's distinct mental energy to locate her. Surely enough it's at a central point, something that still makes her uncomfortable, and she lands the shuttle a short distance away.

"Do you swear that this isn't a trick or a trap?" She snaps anxiously at the tablet. Fortunately she hasn't yet experienced certain events from their world involving certain elaborate deceptions and kidnappings, though, and so she isn't as reluctant as she could be.

"I swear." Vala sounds a little irritated, as if the idea of her own daughter mistrusting her offends her. "I'm not sure what I'm swearing on exactly, but I can do it on the Book of Origin if you like. May I be brought to dust or whatever it is the Ori will do to me, should I be lying."

So far so good, Vala flicks the Zat gun up her sleeve on and waits impatiently.

The hatch on the shuttle opens, and Adria steps out. She is likely largely as her mother remembers her now that she has her hair the right way and has apparently discovered the hatches so she's in a dress that is less flowing and red. She's even made a replica of her pendant, even though it doesn't work...so long as people think that it might work, that's the operative thing.

And despite her earlier irritation, the pendulum of her mood has apparently swung again and she holds out her arms. "Mother...it's good to see you," she says with a smile that isn't quite big enough to be false, genuine truth in it. She has been lost in a strange place with hostile people and, quite frankly, found herself wanting her mother.

Vala's not even sure herself if her own smile is forced, actually it is pretty forced if she thinks about it. There's a good measure of regret there too though, somewhere in the back of her mind she knows she can't change Adria, but she wants to so much and she has to at least try.

"Shame it isn't under more peaceful circumstances, then I might be inclined to agree." She makes no move to embrace her daughter though.

She watches Adria with a considered tilt of her head, there's more than just a spark of humanity in her, she just needs to tap into it. "You don't need to do this here you know. I don't know, treat it like a vacation, time off from the daily slog of having to destroy innocent people."

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She only holds her arms out for a moment before she realizes that Vala isn't going to return the gesture and retracts them tightly, her hands balling up into fists. The overall change in her demeanor is instantaneous, and stung and lashing out, she sneers.

She is, unfortunately, like a human in more ways than just the good ways.

"Are you still determined to undermine me, mother? Why did you even agree to meet me? Your friends are here aren't they, they're going to try to trap me?" She doesn't sense the others around, but then that could be because they've found some way to neutralize her. She hadn't thought that it could be done, not until the cavern where they were searching for the Sangraal.

She is vulnerable here without her Prior, without her pendant, and so she starts to back up to the shuttle again in as subtle a fashion as she can manage.

"I'm not looking to undermine you, no. And maybe I'm here because I had a change of heart," which isn't a lie at all. Back with the SG-1 team, and with armies and ships and entire planets at Adria's disposal as well as the Priors, it was pretty much a lost cause. But here, it's smaller, more manageable, just her own flesh and blood and the wrong influences implanted into her thoughts.

"I have no desire to trap you, or even oppose Origin. I'm sure that plenty of your teachings are perfectly valid, it's just..." She smiles sadly at her daughter, she really can't see it any other way, it's not her fault.

"There are other ways."

Adria continues to watch Vala suspiciously, edging around her a bit as she tries to sense her surroundings further. Her power did come to her when she tried reaching for it and so it wasn't blocked...there really isn't anyone else around.

"A change of heart. You've decided to follow the path of Origin, then?" She asks, drawing herself up and folding her hands in that I-am-the-voice-of-the-Ori way that she has. "And I don't know what you mean by other ways. Other ways to do what?"

"Well not exactly no," Vala exaggerates the pondering with a facial cringe, looking to the skies and shrugging and gesturing with her hands, "but I'm not averse to a spot of negotiation."

"I mean if we had a normal relationship you might decide to be into a particular kind of music, I don't know Heavy Stone music or whatever it is they call it, and even though I might not appreciate said music, that doesn't mean that I wouldn't let you listen to it wearing headphones but I'd probably refuse to let you go to a live concert. It's a compromise, it's a mother daughter thing."

By this point, even Vala's wondering if she might have strayed a little there, but it's given her chance to check that Adria's alone, so she's not worrying unduly. Even if her temper did get the better of her, she wouldn't inflict much damage, not to her mother.

"Honestly I think we should try it."

Adria starts to follow her, even if she isn't particularly elated about it...and then she lost her somewhere in the middle. Somewhere around the part about heavy stones and their music.

"Well...if you're ready to join me, then, come. We need to fetch my Prior," she says with a puzzled little frown. Deep down in her heart she hadn't quite been expecting this to happen without some sort of fight. Granted, Daniel isn't there. Daniel always makes things much more full of conflict than they need to be.

She takes a few steps forward and reaches out for her mother's arm, to guide her into the shuttle. "There is much to do, and once people see that I've won my mother over to the Path things will likely go much more smoothly."

"I don't want to be too hasty, and I never exactly said I was ready to join you." Vala backtracks, also backing off from Adria's reach, the arm she's reaching for is the one with the Zat hidden under the sleeve. She has a feeling this might end badly, if Adria realises that's there.

Adria glares, albeit still mildly, when her mother backs away, and she advances again, again reaching for her hand. "Nonsense. Come. How am I supposed to convince the people of this place to join my cause when I can't even convince my own mother--"

And then her hand connects with the solid bulk of the Zat and she blinks, a snarl curling her lip. "This is a trap!" She shouts, pulling back, and a hand comes up that applies pressure from afar on Vala's neck. It only takes her a moment to regain her composure, though...

Her mother choked unconscious is just as easily dealt with as her mother awake and planning her demise. "I don't know why I thought you'd really changed," she sneers, and the pressure on her throat tightens, lifting her up on her toes.

Yep, she was right, ending badly was definitely on the cards. All the cards in fact, the entire pack. Vala barely has chance to slip the Zat further down her sleeve - which she does attempt - just as the squeezing on her neck starts and she finds herself reaching for her throat in a futile attempt to release the pressure. The Zat slips from her sleeve and fires off in entirely the wrong direction as she drops it.

"Adria, I had no inten..." Adria ups the pressure even more and she only sputters out an incoherent choking noise instead. At this strength of pressure, she won't last long at all.

As she waits for her mother to go ahead and pass out already, she smooths the lines of her dress and tucks a bit of hair behind her ear before she heads back to the shuttle at a serene, stately pace, as if she wasn't using her power to drag Vala along behind her by the neck.

"It really is too bad that you didn't have your friends here, mother. I suppose you were planning on destroying me yourself or some nonsense. Very self-sacrificing of you, really." She gestures and tosses her into the shuttle without letting up the pressure on her throat, and then leans over her with narrowed eyes and her lip curved in a snarl.

"You can't protect Daniel from me. I will have my revenge. Now that I understand where your priorities lie, you can be sure that I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to take it."

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