<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Cleopatra had been pacing in her office, idly finishing certain finals that she felt needed her personal review as well as going over the new grants. All this was just delaying the fates, she had found out about their plan, and as crude as it might be it was effective. She had considered several responses, withdrawing from the area had seemed reasonable except she had to finish out the school semester and it would just delay them till some point where she would truly be surprised and at their mercy. No, she had decided it would be best if she faced them head on, after all it would not hurt too much and she should survive.<br/>Then Jubal had poofed in and dropped to her desk prodding at a letter she had ignored. She opened it and read the hieroglyphs and shook her head. “The Persian’s again?! How often do we have to pull their asses out of a situation? Wasn’t that mess with Iraq enough??” Cleopatra had just finished reading when the door opened and several other professors came in. “Dr Antony, would you mind joining us down in the main hall. The students want to thank you and wish you a happy retirement.”<br/>Cleopatra turned and her elder persona that she wore sighed. The grey hair was perfectly and elegantly combed and her deep violet eyes still held strength of steel. The fine cut skirt and suit showed that even her 70 year old body was slim and trim. So she let herself be led to the ‘surprise’ ambush. One would think that after over 2000 years you would get used to being honored and being famous but unlike her famed mother she never really felt comfortable in these sorts of settings.<br/>It was of course loud and though many of her students were there so was cast and crew from Star Gate. The famed Doctor had been an advisor for several years even writing one episode and everyone had always liked her even if she seemed to know more than everyone else put together and had an ancient feel.<br/>The party dragged on for several hours till finally she was able to get free. She gathered her things and made it to the garage where her driver and car waited. “To the house Henry…don’t stop!”<br/><br/>As she walked through the door into her southern California house she felt the power. She had many objects and items from some her digs and from other places adorning the house and it gave the place a ‘special’ feel. Her stride took her into her inner sanctum and through a set of hidden doors and it was as if stepping through them changed her. The aged face smoothed and her body filled as she dropped the cloths from her…finally standing naked the beautiful woman with vibrant purple eyes raised her hands before the great statute of Horus and murmured a prayer. <br/><br/>It had taken very little to convince the US Customs that the old oiled colt in its protective case and in baggage was no threat and the rest of her ‘gear’ no one noticed …the illusion that covered them kept eyes from seeing them. She had changed clothing. Tight white leather pants hugged her legs and hips like a second skin and drew many looks from various males and even a few females. The tight pearly white t-shirt hugged her torso and outlined her full breasts and over it she wore a long white duster.  The white leather knee boots form fitted her calves and feet.<br/>The flight had been quiet and gave her time to rest and to reflect on what a long time 2000 years actually was. Her eyes scanned the area as the flight descended and then she walked down the stairs carrying single bag she took a deep breath and scented others. <br/>Two of the Dodekatheon at least as well as an Amatsukami were here and she could scent more. Her eyes, behind mirrored shades, were searching the area and spotted them almost immediately. A Japanese girl in a very tight shorts and showing too much skin for the culture and a Caucasian male. She rolled her eyes behind the glasses and wondered if they even noticed how out of place they looked compared to the Muslim and Arabs around them.<br/>She showed a leather holder to one of the Iranian officers and they nodded and straightened and bowed, hurrying to retrive her baggage. Slipping the holder back into a pocket and taking the small case handed to her from the plane, she strode toward the two very out of place scions. Her long white duster billowed behind her in the dry air.</span></span>