-Yare, yare, this might pose a problem, - a blond man wearing a green stripped hat muttered to himself, while looking at a text displayed on a computer screen. - Hmm, on the other hand, this might just prove an interesting experiment.

A sly smile curled the lips, and a sudden sparkle the man's eyes was hidden by the hat's shadow.

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-General, we might have found us a translator, sir.

The proclamation was met with some raised brows and sceptic looks around the table.

-I mean, the linguist team had a problem with the text that we recovered from the ... Anyway, we couldn't relate to any existing language in the database, so the linguists decided to send out a small piece of text to scientists who have a clearance. Not the Stargate clearance obviously, but high enough. Several came back, but only one came back with a translation and a remark that the text was not complete, and that we were positioning it wrong.

-So, what's the big deal? - a Colonel at the table asked a question everyone at the table was thinking.

-Well, the language was similar to the language of the Ancients, but that was proven wrong when on translation it gave back gibberish.

-So? In simple terms, Jonas.

-We might have found a leftovers of a race that was neigbors with the Ancients, and someone on Earth is profficient enough in the language to translate it with no problem.