Bra'tac Alphabet Soup: "M" is for Master / Mentor
He stood solemnly before the mirror, slowly, carefully dragging the razor sharp knife across his scalp. It had been a long time since he had participated in this ritual but the effect was surprisingly calming. With one last stroke he scraped away the symbol of freedom, the long hair and returned to the person he had always been inside - a Jaffa master.
It had been many years since he had performed this ritual as he no longer needed to wear the silver skull cap which was part of his Jaffa armor. He had set the uniform aside, donned the soft robes of civic leadership and finally let his hair grow as he never expected having to go into battle again. It was not for battle but respect that he prepared to dress maybe for the last time in the full flashing armor of a First Prime. He did so to honor the passing of his friend, Hammond of Texas as he had honored the passing of his friend Jacob Carter of the Tok’ra. They had come together as leaders, comrades and finally friends to help mentor the Tauri through to their place in the wider community of the universe. They had taught and guided and spoke truth to the powers of their respective races. When the three of them stood together to speak, none would dare to gainsay them. Today he would be standing alone. He was the last of the three.
Teal’c stood by in respectful silence as if to be witness to his transformation. Bowing slightly he handed his mentor and teacher the precisely folded towel as Bra’tac had taught him to do so many years before. He had gone through this ritual himself in early darkness of the dawning day day with his son R’yac at his side. They had both come fully dressed in their own Jaffa warrior regalia to help assist Master Bra’tac with his preparations.
Bra’tac relished the delicious feeling of the roughness of the towel sliding across the clean surface of his head. Perhaps he had given up on this ritual too soon. He nodded at himself in the mirror, a slight satisfied smile on his lips. He would make sure that when he spoke today, they would hear not only his voice but the voices of Hammond of Texas and Jacob Carter of the Tok’ra as well. He was the last of the three and he was ready.
It had been many years since he had performed this ritual as he no longer needed to wear the silver skull cap which was part of his Jaffa armor. He had set the uniform aside, donned the soft robes of civic leadership and finally let his hair grow as he never expected having to go into battle again. It was not for battle but respect that he prepared to dress maybe for the last time in the full flashing armor of a First Prime. He did so to honor the passing of his friend, Hammond of Texas as he had honored the passing of his friend Jacob Carter of the Tok’ra. They had come together as leaders, comrades and finally friends to help mentor the Tauri through to their place in the wider community of the universe. They had taught and guided and spoke truth to the powers of their respective races. When the three of them stood together to speak, none would dare to gainsay them. Today he would be standing alone. He was the last of the three.
Teal’c stood by in respectful silence as if to be witness to his transformation. Bowing slightly he handed his mentor and teacher the precisely folded towel as Bra’tac had taught him to do so many years before. He had gone through this ritual himself in early darkness of the dawning day day with his son R’yac at his side. They had both come fully dressed in their own Jaffa warrior regalia to help assist Master Bra’tac with his preparations.
Bra’tac relished the delicious feeling of the roughness of the towel sliding across the clean surface of his head. Perhaps he had given up on this ritual too soon. He nodded at himself in the mirror, a slight satisfied smile on his lips. He would make sure that when he spoke today, they would hear not only his voice but the voices of Hammond of Texas and Jacob Carter of the Tok’ra as well. He was the last of the three and he was ready.