Stargate SG-1 s06e01 Episode Script
Redemption (1)
Dial the gate Dial it now I swear, sir, I thought they wanted to smoke a peace pipe.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- When is SG-1 due back? - Hour and 22 minutes from now, sir.
- Tell Major Carter I have a message.
- Yes, sir.
Incoming wormhole.
Receiving SG-1's identification code.
It's a code red, sir.
Looks like they're under fire.
Defence unit and medical team to the gate room.
Opening the iris.
Next.
I've been shot.
Some sort of tranquilliser.
Steady pulse.
He's just unconscious, sir.
Classify P2X-374 as unfriendly, sir.
Fairly primitive from the looks of it.
I presume Captain Hagman will need to be reassigned? - I'd say so, sir.
- We'll debrief in one hour.
Dismissed.
Major.
I got a call this morning from area 51.
It's done.
Jonas.
Major.
How's Colonel O'Neill? Partially torn ligament in his knee.
He'll be OK.
- Captain Hagman? - He'll make a full recovery.
What does that make? Eight now? Nine, if you count the two hours Captain Matthison lasted.
Right.
So there's no need for Ancient Babylonian? Not exactly.
Do you think you can spare a few hours? - Sure.
For what? - You've been here three months.
General Hammond thought you might finally like to leave the base.
Yes.
That would be great.
Where we going? - Nevada.
- Clear skies, 73 degrees.
There are at least But this one, this one is fantastic.
You have all of your weather from all over your planet right here.
Even long-range forecasts.
It's like predicting the future.
- Well, there is some science involved.
- I know.
What's in Nevada? - Do you like surprises? - Sure.
I love 'em.
Hey, Major? How do I know what colour to wear? We call each other every morning.
I thought you'd like to see the prototype as soon as it was completed.
Wow.
You're way ahead of schedule.
- Very impressive.
- Thank you.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm sorry? Dr Larry Murphy, Colonel Jack O'Neill.
This is Teal'c.
This is Jonas Quinn, the man who introduced us to the naquadria.
Pleasure to meet you.
In case there was some doubt about what I was just saying- no.
I'm sorry.
To what exactly? O'Neill believes you are going to request that we test-fly this aircraft.
Of course.
Sir, I wasn't around for it, but we're all familiar with your experience with the X-302's predecessor.
Are you, now? Really? Well, sir, I can tell you that this is a very different ship.
Sir, the X-301 was a modified glider.
Now, while many of the 302's systems were retroengineered from Goa'uld technology, it is human built.
So was the Titanic.
This could be the most important breakthrough for Earth since the discovery of the Stargate.
- Why's that? - It has four sets of engines- air-breathing jets, modified aerospikes for high altitude, and a rocket booster.
You said four, right? The fourth engine is a hyperspace-window generator.
Even Goa'uld gliders can't enter hyperspace.
They're too small to carry the Goa'uld version of the generator.
- Ours are much more compact.
- Because of the naquadria.
Jonas, this was possible because of you.
It's still a few weeks away from a practical test, but all indications look good.
If this performs the way it should, the X-302 will be the first human-built spacecraft capable of interstellar travel.
The deal made by our I am aware of every aspect of the arrangement, Colonel.
Jack, come in.
Colonel, you know Colonel Chekov, the Russian envoy to the SGC.
We've met.
Colonel Chekov feels that as a symbol of our joint efforts, a Russian officer should be assigned to join SG-1.
Over my rotting corpse, sir.
Colonel? I'm sorry.
Did I say that out loud? I said I would discuss it with you and that you would give it careful thought.
And that I will, General.
But I'm still pretty sure I'll say "Bite me.
" Colonel, would you excuse us? General.
So sorry.
I'm sorry, General.
You know I mean no disrespect toward you.
I know.
I should have reprimanded you in front of the colonel, but I agree with your sentiments in this case.
Who decided every team has to have four people? No one says they do.
But Daniel Jackson provided SG-1 with invaluable knowledge, linguistic skills, and, in my opinion, a very beneficial viewpoint.
One I think is important enough to replace.
- But not with a Russian.
- I agree.
But my patience is starting to wear thin on this matter.
I think I've given you a great deal of latitude lately, given the situation.
- Sir - Jack.
You're off the mission list anyway until that knee fully heals.
Use the time to try and get some perspective.
Find someone qualified you can work with.
I'll have all available personnel files forwarded to you.
Dismissed.
Yes, sir.
- Major.
- Yeah? I realised I never actually thanked you for letting me see the X-302.
Well, General Hammond ordered me to invite you.
I'm glad the naquadria's gonna be useful.
- Yeah, looks that way.
- Can I see the plans for it? Yeah.
Hammond says I should give you what you want regarding the naquadria, so He's a man of his word.
I doubt it'll mean much to you without an understanding of our science.
Maybe you can recommend some related reading.
Yeah, sure.
I'll type up a list.
Great.
Thanks.
You know, Major I'm as physically fit as anybody on this base, and I've committed to memory almost all of Dr Jackson's work.
Everything? According to the tests, I am able to learn much quicker than the average human.
All very interesting, but I wanna join you, explore other planets, discover new worlds, new cultures, help rid the galaxy of the Goa'uld.
I get the picture.
I can't stay here the rest of my life.
I can't go back to my planet.
They don't realise the threat.
I can help them by helping you.
I can also help finish what Dr Jackson started.
Jonas I understand why you wanna join SG-1.
And I'm sorry, but I just don't see it happening.
He trusts you.
I believe it is you he must learn to trust.
How can he learn to trust me if he won't even speak to me? He holds me responsible for what happened to Dr Jackson.
I believe you are correct.
How can I even begin to make up for it if he won't give me the chance? - This really a sport on this planet? - Are you injured? Lt'll take more than that.
Tell you what, if I knock you down, you gotta talk to Colonel O'Neill for me.
OK.
I'm OK.
I wasn't ready.
I'm ready now.
Little snack? The universities of this great nation are getting lax in their admissions.
To whom are you referring? I can be as diplomatic and open-minded as anyone.
Hammond is insisting SG-1 needs a sociopolitical nerd to offset our overwhelming coolness.
Have you considered Jonas Quinn? Now, I know you've been practising, but I still can't tell.
Is that a joke? He wishes to fight against the Goa'uld.
He's an ali en.
He's an alien.
I don't think we need someone else on the team.
You, Carter and I can handle things just fine.
- You learned to trust me, O'Neill.
- That's different.
I do not believe it is.
Like me, Jonas Quinn may be an alien to this world, but he is committed to the Tauri's cause.
That doesn't mean I want him watching my back in battle, OK? Unscheduled incoming traveller.
Bra'tac, what's up? Tek matte, Master Bra'tac.
I am sorry I did not come sooner, Teal'c.
Drey'auc is gravely ill.
No need to ask.
Go.
- I didn't know he had a wife.
- Yeah.
And a son, Rya'c.
They were banished from their home on Chulak when Teal'c defected.
At one point, Apophis brainwashed Rya'c and tried to use him against us.
- Bra'tac's been looking out for them.
- Why didn't Teal'c bring them here? Drey'auc wanted to stay with her own people, and Teal'c was away on missions most of the time anyway.
He tries to get home as often he can, but it's not easy for him.
- You'd never know.
- Teal'c's not exactly an open book.
Still, I'm usually better at reading people.
Major Why was I not informed about the X-302? For example, it might not be that obvious to everyone, but he is actually very upset.
How did you find out about the X-302? That is not the issue.
Article 3A clearly states The X-302 has nothing to do with the Stargate.
The naquadria being used to power the hyperspace-window generator was - Unauthorised incoming wormhole.
- What now? I'll take anything over this.
We're not receiving an IDC, sir.
In fact, there's nothing, sir.
What's up? Apparently, nothing.
- Nothing? - So it would seem.
- That's a twist.
- Gate's functioning.
- We're looking at an incoming wormhole.
- But nothing is incoming? - As far as I can tell.
- The Goa'uld used that tactic before.
To block our escape while they attacked in ships.
Yeah.
Nothing from deep-space watch either.
This doesn't make any sense.
To keep a wormhole open, you have to send something through - a radio signal, anything.
We're getting nothing.
- Figure it out, Major.
I'll call the president.
- Yes, sir.
Don't look at me.
I got nothin'.
As you see, conditions are harsh.
But they have been safe here.
They must be moved to the new outpost built by the Tauri.
All Jaffa who support our cause are welcome.
Drey'auc is in no state to be moved.
Why did you wait? As it is, I have brought you here against her wishes.
She has always been proud.
She refused to accept the new symbiote.
- Was one procured? - No.
She did not wish us to sacrifice the life of another Jaffa to save her own, even one who still foolishly worshipped the false gods.
- We would all choose the same.
- In the past It is not the past.
The dissent we have bred has brought about many changes.
The Goa'uld no longer trust the Jaffa priests with their young as they once did.
Rya'c.
You dare show your face here? She's dead because of you.
- Could it be a malfunction? - It's possible, but highly unlikely.
Chances are, somebody dialled Earth from an offworld gate.
Wrong number? Normally, the gate shuts down after a short time if nothing's entering the event horizon from the outgoing location.
So what do we do? We wait.
To my knowledge, no one's sustained a wormhole for longer than 38 minutes.
Could whoever's behind this redial our gate just to keep us from using it? I've programmed the computer to dial the Alpha site after the wormhole expires.
We'll be able to recall our teams and hopefully contact someone who can help.
It's still on.
How many is a few? OK, now we have a problem.
She believed in you in the fight you have chosen.
As you once did.
How long were we to live like this? Are we all to die like she did? Nothing has changed.
The Goa'uld can be defeated.
As long as we must carry symbiotes, we will depend on the Goa'uld for our lives.
We will find a way to be free.
My mother will never know this freedom you speak of.
She had no choice.
You brought this upon her.
You chose for the both of us.
Now, as any warrior would, I choose to avenge her death.
Everything I have done I have done for you.
Then I am ashamed.
For you have done nothing but bring pain and misery and, above all, false hope to countless Jaffa.
Then fire your weapon.
There's a rise in power being retained by the gate's internal capacitors of 0.
1%.
While there's an open wormhole, the value fluctuates anyway.
Not for the last 12 minutes, it hasn't.
Go to gate diagnostic screen four.
Normal.
No incoming energy readings.
Increase sensitivity by 50 per cent.
What was that? Could be interference in the line between the gate and computer.
There it is again.
Increase sensitivity by 200 per cent.
That's well within the margin of error for the sensors.
I know.
Try it anyway.
It's a small anomaly, but it could be contributing to the power build-up.
- But - Errors are random, Lieutenant.
Whatever this is, it has a distinct pattern.
Right.
Fight Or do you not consider me a worthy opponent? You should be glad he does not, for if he did, he would snap you in half.
You have become skilled, Rya'c, but a true Jaffa warrior does not let grief cloud his judgment.
I choose my opponent as foolishly as he chose his.
Teal'c chose your mother's fate no more than he chose his own.
- We are all victims of the Goa'uld.
- No, Master Bra'tac.
Rya'c is correct.
I have failed both he and his mother.
The boy passes judgment without having fought a single battle.
Hm? Fighting a war that appears unwinnable does not make one's cause less noble.
He cares more for dying than for his own flesh and blood.
So must all Jaffa, if any of us are ever to taste freedom.
We've detected an energy build-up.
It's being transmitted through the wormhole.
Our sensors aren't calibrated to measure something this small.
- The iris appears to be holding.
- Yes, sir.
It's likely slowing the energy transfer, but it's not stopping it completely.
- Doesn't sound so bad.
- Actually, sir, it is.
The gate itself is one giant superconductor, capable of absorbing huge amounts of energy.
If that capacity is exceeded, the naqahdah the Stargate's made up of will become charged and could explode.
How long? A few days, maybe less.
We're calculating it right now.
Is there any good news? Just bad and worse, sir.
We're talking about a blast Enough to take out Colorado.
The resulting environmental effects could destroy all life on Earth.
There's worse? We have no idea how to stop it.
Shel mak.
Shel assah.
Let him mourn.
- He has grown to hate me.
- He does not.
Nor does he truly believe our cause is futile.
Drey'auc would not allow it.
Why does he speak as he does? Self-doubt.
Since the day Apophis brainwashed him, he has believed his own mind is weak.
It is not true.
You were no different at his age.
After the death of your father at the hands of Cronus, fear almost consumed you.
Like Rya'c, it was desire for vengeance that gave you strength.
- Rya'c misplaces his blame.
- He directs his malice towards you because he believes you doubt him as much as he doubts himself.
Why would he believe such a thing? Because you are his father and you have not told him otherwise.
Not so long ago I was captured in battle, and Apophis took control of my mind.
He made me believe that I was once again his loyal first prime.
And I turned on my friends who trusted me.
Were it not for Bra'tac and the rite of M'al Sharran, I would have died believing that Apophis was my god.
Whether you believe in me or what I have chosen to do does not change the fact that I have never doubted your heart, Rya'c.
You need never win back my trust, my son, for you have never lost it.
- Shouldn't we cut power? - Won't do any good.
Incoming wormholes draw their energy from the offworld.
Major Carter wants to monitor the gate through feedback.
We can't use the Russian gate because there's already an established wormhole.
Energy build-up has reached 18 per cent.
There has to be a way to drain the capacitors.
- Still sexy as ever, I see.
- What are you doing here? There's no point in building naqahdah reactors for Russia if there's no Russia.
The Pentagon thought you might need some help.
Not from you.
OK.
Well, then, I'll get a coffee and a doughnut and wait for the big bang.
- That's just what I needed.
- Major.
Carter.
This wouldn't be a problem if you had a working alien ship.
Hey I didn't wreck it.
The Goa'uld did.
And we barely escaped with our lives.
What good is being a part of this so-called Protected Planets Treaty if you can't even reach the Asgard when attacked? Excuse me, sirs.
I just got off the phone with Dr Murphy at area 51.
He says he can have the X-302 ready to go in six hours.
- I thought it was weeks away from a test.
- We've tried everything else we can.
Our only chance is if we can contact the Asgard.
I'd like to volunteer, sir.
I'll go too, sir.
- You sure you're up for it, Colonel? - Yes, sir.
I'll have transport prepped and ready in 20 minutes.
- Shaq'rel.
- Teal'c.
- It has been too long, old friend.
- It is fortunate you are here.
I have brought word to Bra'tac so he might warn you.
- Of what? - The Tauri are in danger.
They are under attack from Anubis.
- I assume you were briefed? - Briefly.
The target is Abydos, the closest planet with a Stargate.
You know our simulations for opening the hyperspace window were done in space? - We have to leave the atmosphere.
- We have to leave the ground first.
- It'll fly, Colonel.
I bet my life on it.
- Wanna come with? Love to, but I'm needed here.
Yes.
Yes, you are.
Even if we do manage to contact the Asgard, there's a chance they won't be able to help us.
What's your point, Carter? I guess I don't have one beyond that, sir.
Thank you.
- You're missing the point.
- Can I have a minute? I wish I had one.
Carter and O'Neill are taking off.
- That's what this is about.
- What do you mean? I'm no scientist, but I have studied all the research done on naquadria, and Carter allowed me to see the specifications on the X-302.
- And? - It's not gonna work.
Really? That's just what I was saying.
Who are you? - Jonas Quinn.
- The alien with the wacky naqahdah.
Naquadria.
You are? McKay.
Scientist.
Earth.
General the instability of the naquadria increases exponentially as you attempt to extract more energy out of it.
This is even worse than I thought.
- If you allow this test to proceed - This is not a test.
If the X-302 fails, this planet will be destroyed.
- I understand your position.
- It's not just my position.
You stand to suffer the consequences with everyone else.
If either of you have a more prudent suggestion on halting this crisis, I'm willing to hearing it.
Otherwise, I suggest we all cross our fingers and hope Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill can reach help.
- Cross our fingers? - An expression of desire for good luck.
- Really? - It's ridiculous, huh? - Navigation.
- Check.
Oxygen pressure.
Temperature control.
- All check.
- Inertial dampeners.
Cool.
And check.
- Engines.
- All check.
- Phasers? - Sorry, sir.
All systems operational.
Too bad we can't drive across the galaxy.
This handles like a Cadillac.
Colonel, Major, this is Hammond.
Jonas Quinn has voiced some concern about this mission regarding the instability of the naquadria.
Sir, the simulations we ran anticipated every conceivable scenario.
It's the inconceivable ones I'm concerned about.
The X-302 has hundreds of safety mechanisms to compensate for anything that can go wrong.
Arming ejection system.
That's good, that's good.
That's funny.
Mission Command, all systems go, from Abydos One.
Copy that, Abydos One.
Good luck.
Well here we go.
- We have liftoff.
- Climbing.
Velocity approaching Mach 2.
- Mach 3.
- Mission Command, over.
- Looks good from here, Abydos One.
- Abydos One, over.
Anubis has a weapon that uses one Stargate to destroy another.
If my information is correct, the attack has already begun.
- We cannot warn them.
- That is why I brought a ship.
If the attack has begun, a warning will do little good.
- We must find a way to stop it.
- I do not know the weapon's location.
Anubis has grown powerful, but still only defends a small handful of planets.
If one of those Stargates cannot be contacted It is most likely the origin of the attack.
Let us hope it is one of the planets to which I can remember the sequence.
Preparing for main rocket-engine burn.
Roger that.
We'll re-establish contact after you exit the atmosphere.
Engaging rocket engine.
This is Abydos One.
Do you read? Loud and clear, Abydos One.
Altitude- 500 kilometres and rising.
Velocity- 40,000 kilometres per hour.
I'm entering the coordinates in the hyperspace generator.
- Roger that, Abydos One.
- Godspeed, Colonel, Major, from us all.
Thank you, sir.
- Let's do this.
- Engaging hyperspace window.
Abydos One, do you read? We're still receiving your radio signal.
- Carter? - I don't know, sir.
Mission Command, we missed the window.
Please explain.
The autopilot engaged and we veered off course.
Should we try again? Negative.
Return to base for further evaluation.
Mission failure.
I hate hearing that.
Colonel, Major.
Glad to see you're OK.
For the moment, sir.
They're still analysing the flight data recorder, but it looks like a 605-3 error.
- Forgive me? - It's the one after 605-2, sir.
The X-302 couldn't get a lock on its destination, so it auto-aborted.
It's one of the built-in safety features.
- What went wrong? - The hyperspace window was unstable.
We thought we'd compensated for the energy fluctuations, but apparently not.
I don't think you can.
Apparently, Carter and I could have been torn asunder.
The possibility was remote.
More likely is transportation to an unknown location with limited fuel, oxygen, and no way of getting back.
- Can this problem be resolved? - We don't understand why it exists yet.
You're lucky.
There's no telling what an unstable hyperspace window could do.
The bottom line is, we're on our own.
Hey.
How come you're not downstairs with the rest of the eggheads? Not that you're an egghead.
Well, you are, actually.
But in a good way.
I couldn't think down there.
They all kept looking at me for the answer.
Well, you do have a penchant for pulling brilliant ideas out of your butt.
Head.
Out of your head, when we need them.
- Not this time.
- You've still got two days to work on it.
Sir, I don't think I could solve this if I had a couple of years.
Carter, am I sensing fear in your voice? - Yes, actually.
A lot of fear.
- Well, stop it.
You're making me nervous.
What about you, sir? Any ideas? I mean, sometimes you have a way of seeing things at at their simplest.
Thank you.
I'm gonna go eat some cake.
Think I'll join you.
We're experiencing a widespread loss of power, sir.
I am Anubis.
Looks like a hologram projection.
Humans of the Tauri, your end of days finally approaches.
There will be no mercy.
Come on.
Who talks like that? Sir, this is Asgard technology.
He must have downloaded it from Thor.
You will bow to my awesome power.
There is nothing that can stop the destruction I bring upon you.
Prepare to meet your doom.
Oh, please ENHOH
- Morning.
- Morning.
- When is SG-1 due back? - Hour and 22 minutes from now, sir.
- Tell Major Carter I have a message.
- Yes, sir.
Incoming wormhole.
Receiving SG-1's identification code.
It's a code red, sir.
Looks like they're under fire.
Defence unit and medical team to the gate room.
Opening the iris.
Next.
I've been shot.
Some sort of tranquilliser.
Steady pulse.
He's just unconscious, sir.
Classify P2X-374 as unfriendly, sir.
Fairly primitive from the looks of it.
I presume Captain Hagman will need to be reassigned? - I'd say so, sir.
- We'll debrief in one hour.
Dismissed.
Major.
I got a call this morning from area 51.
It's done.
Jonas.
Major.
How's Colonel O'Neill? Partially torn ligament in his knee.
He'll be OK.
- Captain Hagman? - He'll make a full recovery.
What does that make? Eight now? Nine, if you count the two hours Captain Matthison lasted.
Right.
So there's no need for Ancient Babylonian? Not exactly.
Do you think you can spare a few hours? - Sure.
For what? - You've been here three months.
General Hammond thought you might finally like to leave the base.
Yes.
That would be great.
Where we going? - Nevada.
- Clear skies, 73 degrees.
There are at least But this one, this one is fantastic.
You have all of your weather from all over your planet right here.
Even long-range forecasts.
It's like predicting the future.
- Well, there is some science involved.
- I know.
What's in Nevada? - Do you like surprises? - Sure.
I love 'em.
Hey, Major? How do I know what colour to wear? We call each other every morning.
I thought you'd like to see the prototype as soon as it was completed.
Wow.
You're way ahead of schedule.
- Very impressive.
- Thank you.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm sorry? Dr Larry Murphy, Colonel Jack O'Neill.
This is Teal'c.
This is Jonas Quinn, the man who introduced us to the naquadria.
Pleasure to meet you.
In case there was some doubt about what I was just saying- no.
I'm sorry.
To what exactly? O'Neill believes you are going to request that we test-fly this aircraft.
Of course.
Sir, I wasn't around for it, but we're all familiar with your experience with the X-302's predecessor.
Are you, now? Really? Well, sir, I can tell you that this is a very different ship.
Sir, the X-301 was a modified glider.
Now, while many of the 302's systems were retroengineered from Goa'uld technology, it is human built.
So was the Titanic.
This could be the most important breakthrough for Earth since the discovery of the Stargate.
- Why's that? - It has four sets of engines- air-breathing jets, modified aerospikes for high altitude, and a rocket booster.
You said four, right? The fourth engine is a hyperspace-window generator.
Even Goa'uld gliders can't enter hyperspace.
They're too small to carry the Goa'uld version of the generator.
- Ours are much more compact.
- Because of the naquadria.
Jonas, this was possible because of you.
It's still a few weeks away from a practical test, but all indications look good.
If this performs the way it should, the X-302 will be the first human-built spacecraft capable of interstellar travel.
The deal made by our I am aware of every aspect of the arrangement, Colonel.
Jack, come in.
Colonel, you know Colonel Chekov, the Russian envoy to the SGC.
We've met.
Colonel Chekov feels that as a symbol of our joint efforts, a Russian officer should be assigned to join SG-1.
Over my rotting corpse, sir.
Colonel? I'm sorry.
Did I say that out loud? I said I would discuss it with you and that you would give it careful thought.
And that I will, General.
But I'm still pretty sure I'll say "Bite me.
" Colonel, would you excuse us? General.
So sorry.
I'm sorry, General.
You know I mean no disrespect toward you.
I know.
I should have reprimanded you in front of the colonel, but I agree with your sentiments in this case.
Who decided every team has to have four people? No one says they do.
But Daniel Jackson provided SG-1 with invaluable knowledge, linguistic skills, and, in my opinion, a very beneficial viewpoint.
One I think is important enough to replace.
- But not with a Russian.
- I agree.
But my patience is starting to wear thin on this matter.
I think I've given you a great deal of latitude lately, given the situation.
- Sir - Jack.
You're off the mission list anyway until that knee fully heals.
Use the time to try and get some perspective.
Find someone qualified you can work with.
I'll have all available personnel files forwarded to you.
Dismissed.
Yes, sir.
- Major.
- Yeah? I realised I never actually thanked you for letting me see the X-302.
Well, General Hammond ordered me to invite you.
I'm glad the naquadria's gonna be useful.
- Yeah, looks that way.
- Can I see the plans for it? Yeah.
Hammond says I should give you what you want regarding the naquadria, so He's a man of his word.
I doubt it'll mean much to you without an understanding of our science.
Maybe you can recommend some related reading.
Yeah, sure.
I'll type up a list.
Great.
Thanks.
You know, Major I'm as physically fit as anybody on this base, and I've committed to memory almost all of Dr Jackson's work.
Everything? According to the tests, I am able to learn much quicker than the average human.
All very interesting, but I wanna join you, explore other planets, discover new worlds, new cultures, help rid the galaxy of the Goa'uld.
I get the picture.
I can't stay here the rest of my life.
I can't go back to my planet.
They don't realise the threat.
I can help them by helping you.
I can also help finish what Dr Jackson started.
Jonas I understand why you wanna join SG-1.
And I'm sorry, but I just don't see it happening.
He trusts you.
I believe it is you he must learn to trust.
How can he learn to trust me if he won't even speak to me? He holds me responsible for what happened to Dr Jackson.
I believe you are correct.
How can I even begin to make up for it if he won't give me the chance? - This really a sport on this planet? - Are you injured? Lt'll take more than that.
Tell you what, if I knock you down, you gotta talk to Colonel O'Neill for me.
OK.
I'm OK.
I wasn't ready.
I'm ready now.
Little snack? The universities of this great nation are getting lax in their admissions.
To whom are you referring? I can be as diplomatic and open-minded as anyone.
Hammond is insisting SG-1 needs a sociopolitical nerd to offset our overwhelming coolness.
Have you considered Jonas Quinn? Now, I know you've been practising, but I still can't tell.
Is that a joke? He wishes to fight against the Goa'uld.
He's an ali en.
He's an alien.
I don't think we need someone else on the team.
You, Carter and I can handle things just fine.
- You learned to trust me, O'Neill.
- That's different.
I do not believe it is.
Like me, Jonas Quinn may be an alien to this world, but he is committed to the Tauri's cause.
That doesn't mean I want him watching my back in battle, OK? Unscheduled incoming traveller.
Bra'tac, what's up? Tek matte, Master Bra'tac.
I am sorry I did not come sooner, Teal'c.
Drey'auc is gravely ill.
No need to ask.
Go.
- I didn't know he had a wife.
- Yeah.
And a son, Rya'c.
They were banished from their home on Chulak when Teal'c defected.
At one point, Apophis brainwashed Rya'c and tried to use him against us.
- Bra'tac's been looking out for them.
- Why didn't Teal'c bring them here? Drey'auc wanted to stay with her own people, and Teal'c was away on missions most of the time anyway.
He tries to get home as often he can, but it's not easy for him.
- You'd never know.
- Teal'c's not exactly an open book.
Still, I'm usually better at reading people.
Major Why was I not informed about the X-302? For example, it might not be that obvious to everyone, but he is actually very upset.
How did you find out about the X-302? That is not the issue.
Article 3A clearly states The X-302 has nothing to do with the Stargate.
The naquadria being used to power the hyperspace-window generator was - Unauthorised incoming wormhole.
- What now? I'll take anything over this.
We're not receiving an IDC, sir.
In fact, there's nothing, sir.
What's up? Apparently, nothing.
- Nothing? - So it would seem.
- That's a twist.
- Gate's functioning.
- We're looking at an incoming wormhole.
- But nothing is incoming? - As far as I can tell.
- The Goa'uld used that tactic before.
To block our escape while they attacked in ships.
Yeah.
Nothing from deep-space watch either.
This doesn't make any sense.
To keep a wormhole open, you have to send something through - a radio signal, anything.
We're getting nothing.
- Figure it out, Major.
I'll call the president.
- Yes, sir.
Don't look at me.
I got nothin'.
As you see, conditions are harsh.
But they have been safe here.
They must be moved to the new outpost built by the Tauri.
All Jaffa who support our cause are welcome.
Drey'auc is in no state to be moved.
Why did you wait? As it is, I have brought you here against her wishes.
She has always been proud.
She refused to accept the new symbiote.
- Was one procured? - No.
She did not wish us to sacrifice the life of another Jaffa to save her own, even one who still foolishly worshipped the false gods.
- We would all choose the same.
- In the past It is not the past.
The dissent we have bred has brought about many changes.
The Goa'uld no longer trust the Jaffa priests with their young as they once did.
Rya'c.
You dare show your face here? She's dead because of you.
- Could it be a malfunction? - It's possible, but highly unlikely.
Chances are, somebody dialled Earth from an offworld gate.
Wrong number? Normally, the gate shuts down after a short time if nothing's entering the event horizon from the outgoing location.
So what do we do? We wait.
To my knowledge, no one's sustained a wormhole for longer than 38 minutes.
Could whoever's behind this redial our gate just to keep us from using it? I've programmed the computer to dial the Alpha site after the wormhole expires.
We'll be able to recall our teams and hopefully contact someone who can help.
It's still on.
How many is a few? OK, now we have a problem.
She believed in you in the fight you have chosen.
As you once did.
How long were we to live like this? Are we all to die like she did? Nothing has changed.
The Goa'uld can be defeated.
As long as we must carry symbiotes, we will depend on the Goa'uld for our lives.
We will find a way to be free.
My mother will never know this freedom you speak of.
She had no choice.
You brought this upon her.
You chose for the both of us.
Now, as any warrior would, I choose to avenge her death.
Everything I have done I have done for you.
Then I am ashamed.
For you have done nothing but bring pain and misery and, above all, false hope to countless Jaffa.
Then fire your weapon.
There's a rise in power being retained by the gate's internal capacitors of 0.
1%.
While there's an open wormhole, the value fluctuates anyway.
Not for the last 12 minutes, it hasn't.
Go to gate diagnostic screen four.
Normal.
No incoming energy readings.
Increase sensitivity by 50 per cent.
What was that? Could be interference in the line between the gate and computer.
There it is again.
Increase sensitivity by 200 per cent.
That's well within the margin of error for the sensors.
I know.
Try it anyway.
It's a small anomaly, but it could be contributing to the power build-up.
- But - Errors are random, Lieutenant.
Whatever this is, it has a distinct pattern.
Right.
Fight Or do you not consider me a worthy opponent? You should be glad he does not, for if he did, he would snap you in half.
You have become skilled, Rya'c, but a true Jaffa warrior does not let grief cloud his judgment.
I choose my opponent as foolishly as he chose his.
Teal'c chose your mother's fate no more than he chose his own.
- We are all victims of the Goa'uld.
- No, Master Bra'tac.
Rya'c is correct.
I have failed both he and his mother.
The boy passes judgment without having fought a single battle.
Hm? Fighting a war that appears unwinnable does not make one's cause less noble.
He cares more for dying than for his own flesh and blood.
So must all Jaffa, if any of us are ever to taste freedom.
We've detected an energy build-up.
It's being transmitted through the wormhole.
Our sensors aren't calibrated to measure something this small.
- The iris appears to be holding.
- Yes, sir.
It's likely slowing the energy transfer, but it's not stopping it completely.
- Doesn't sound so bad.
- Actually, sir, it is.
The gate itself is one giant superconductor, capable of absorbing huge amounts of energy.
If that capacity is exceeded, the naqahdah the Stargate's made up of will become charged and could explode.
How long? A few days, maybe less.
We're calculating it right now.
Is there any good news? Just bad and worse, sir.
We're talking about a blast Enough to take out Colorado.
The resulting environmental effects could destroy all life on Earth.
There's worse? We have no idea how to stop it.
Shel mak.
Shel assah.
Let him mourn.
- He has grown to hate me.
- He does not.
Nor does he truly believe our cause is futile.
Drey'auc would not allow it.
Why does he speak as he does? Self-doubt.
Since the day Apophis brainwashed him, he has believed his own mind is weak.
It is not true.
You were no different at his age.
After the death of your father at the hands of Cronus, fear almost consumed you.
Like Rya'c, it was desire for vengeance that gave you strength.
- Rya'c misplaces his blame.
- He directs his malice towards you because he believes you doubt him as much as he doubts himself.
Why would he believe such a thing? Because you are his father and you have not told him otherwise.
Not so long ago I was captured in battle, and Apophis took control of my mind.
He made me believe that I was once again his loyal first prime.
And I turned on my friends who trusted me.
Were it not for Bra'tac and the rite of M'al Sharran, I would have died believing that Apophis was my god.
Whether you believe in me or what I have chosen to do does not change the fact that I have never doubted your heart, Rya'c.
You need never win back my trust, my son, for you have never lost it.
- Shouldn't we cut power? - Won't do any good.
Incoming wormholes draw their energy from the offworld.
Major Carter wants to monitor the gate through feedback.
We can't use the Russian gate because there's already an established wormhole.
Energy build-up has reached 18 per cent.
There has to be a way to drain the capacitors.
- Still sexy as ever, I see.
- What are you doing here? There's no point in building naqahdah reactors for Russia if there's no Russia.
The Pentagon thought you might need some help.
Not from you.
OK.
Well, then, I'll get a coffee and a doughnut and wait for the big bang.
- That's just what I needed.
- Major.
Carter.
This wouldn't be a problem if you had a working alien ship.
Hey I didn't wreck it.
The Goa'uld did.
And we barely escaped with our lives.
What good is being a part of this so-called Protected Planets Treaty if you can't even reach the Asgard when attacked? Excuse me, sirs.
I just got off the phone with Dr Murphy at area 51.
He says he can have the X-302 ready to go in six hours.
- I thought it was weeks away from a test.
- We've tried everything else we can.
Our only chance is if we can contact the Asgard.
I'd like to volunteer, sir.
I'll go too, sir.
- You sure you're up for it, Colonel? - Yes, sir.
I'll have transport prepped and ready in 20 minutes.
- Shaq'rel.
- Teal'c.
- It has been too long, old friend.
- It is fortunate you are here.
I have brought word to Bra'tac so he might warn you.
- Of what? - The Tauri are in danger.
They are under attack from Anubis.
- I assume you were briefed? - Briefly.
The target is Abydos, the closest planet with a Stargate.
You know our simulations for opening the hyperspace window were done in space? - We have to leave the atmosphere.
- We have to leave the ground first.
- It'll fly, Colonel.
I bet my life on it.
- Wanna come with? Love to, but I'm needed here.
Yes.
Yes, you are.
Even if we do manage to contact the Asgard, there's a chance they won't be able to help us.
What's your point, Carter? I guess I don't have one beyond that, sir.
Thank you.
- You're missing the point.
- Can I have a minute? I wish I had one.
Carter and O'Neill are taking off.
- That's what this is about.
- What do you mean? I'm no scientist, but I have studied all the research done on naquadria, and Carter allowed me to see the specifications on the X-302.
- And? - It's not gonna work.
Really? That's just what I was saying.
Who are you? - Jonas Quinn.
- The alien with the wacky naqahdah.
Naquadria.
You are? McKay.
Scientist.
Earth.
General the instability of the naquadria increases exponentially as you attempt to extract more energy out of it.
This is even worse than I thought.
- If you allow this test to proceed - This is not a test.
If the X-302 fails, this planet will be destroyed.
- I understand your position.
- It's not just my position.
You stand to suffer the consequences with everyone else.
If either of you have a more prudent suggestion on halting this crisis, I'm willing to hearing it.
Otherwise, I suggest we all cross our fingers and hope Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill can reach help.
- Cross our fingers? - An expression of desire for good luck.
- Really? - It's ridiculous, huh? - Navigation.
- Check.
Oxygen pressure.
Temperature control.
- All check.
- Inertial dampeners.
Cool.
And check.
- Engines.
- All check.
- Phasers? - Sorry, sir.
All systems operational.
Too bad we can't drive across the galaxy.
This handles like a Cadillac.
Colonel, Major, this is Hammond.
Jonas Quinn has voiced some concern about this mission regarding the instability of the naquadria.
Sir, the simulations we ran anticipated every conceivable scenario.
It's the inconceivable ones I'm concerned about.
The X-302 has hundreds of safety mechanisms to compensate for anything that can go wrong.
Arming ejection system.
That's good, that's good.
That's funny.
Mission Command, all systems go, from Abydos One.
Copy that, Abydos One.
Good luck.
Well here we go.
- We have liftoff.
- Climbing.
Velocity approaching Mach 2.
- Mach 3.
- Mission Command, over.
- Looks good from here, Abydos One.
- Abydos One, over.
Anubis has a weapon that uses one Stargate to destroy another.
If my information is correct, the attack has already begun.
- We cannot warn them.
- That is why I brought a ship.
If the attack has begun, a warning will do little good.
- We must find a way to stop it.
- I do not know the weapon's location.
Anubis has grown powerful, but still only defends a small handful of planets.
If one of those Stargates cannot be contacted It is most likely the origin of the attack.
Let us hope it is one of the planets to which I can remember the sequence.
Preparing for main rocket-engine burn.
Roger that.
We'll re-establish contact after you exit the atmosphere.
Engaging rocket engine.
This is Abydos One.
Do you read? Loud and clear, Abydos One.
Altitude- 500 kilometres and rising.
Velocity- 40,000 kilometres per hour.
I'm entering the coordinates in the hyperspace generator.
- Roger that, Abydos One.
- Godspeed, Colonel, Major, from us all.
Thank you, sir.
- Let's do this.
- Engaging hyperspace window.
Abydos One, do you read? We're still receiving your radio signal.
- Carter? - I don't know, sir.
Mission Command, we missed the window.
Please explain.
The autopilot engaged and we veered off course.
Should we try again? Negative.
Return to base for further evaluation.
Mission failure.
I hate hearing that.
Colonel, Major.
Glad to see you're OK.
For the moment, sir.
They're still analysing the flight data recorder, but it looks like a 605-3 error.
- Forgive me? - It's the one after 605-2, sir.
The X-302 couldn't get a lock on its destination, so it auto-aborted.
It's one of the built-in safety features.
- What went wrong? - The hyperspace window was unstable.
We thought we'd compensated for the energy fluctuations, but apparently not.
I don't think you can.
Apparently, Carter and I could have been torn asunder.
The possibility was remote.
More likely is transportation to an unknown location with limited fuel, oxygen, and no way of getting back.
- Can this problem be resolved? - We don't understand why it exists yet.
You're lucky.
There's no telling what an unstable hyperspace window could do.
The bottom line is, we're on our own.
Hey.
How come you're not downstairs with the rest of the eggheads? Not that you're an egghead.
Well, you are, actually.
But in a good way.
I couldn't think down there.
They all kept looking at me for the answer.
Well, you do have a penchant for pulling brilliant ideas out of your butt.
Head.
Out of your head, when we need them.
- Not this time.
- You've still got two days to work on it.
Sir, I don't think I could solve this if I had a couple of years.
Carter, am I sensing fear in your voice? - Yes, actually.
A lot of fear.
- Well, stop it.
You're making me nervous.
What about you, sir? Any ideas? I mean, sometimes you have a way of seeing things at at their simplest.
Thank you.
I'm gonna go eat some cake.
Think I'll join you.
We're experiencing a widespread loss of power, sir.
I am Anubis.
Looks like a hologram projection.
Humans of the Tauri, your end of days finally approaches.
There will be no mercy.
Come on.
Who talks like that? Sir, this is Asgard technology.
He must have downloaded it from Thor.
You will bow to my awesome power.
There is nothing that can stop the destruction I bring upon you.
Prepare to meet your doom.
Oh, please ENHOH