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Rae: Senator

I'm Camille Rae. I believe that as the highest ranking member of the International Oversight Advisory....

Rae, you're with human resources?

With the IOA, yes

Don't worry, I'm going to get things organised

Do we have any idea how long the air will last?

No Sir, Doctor Rush and the other scientists are working on that - That's not good enough, we need answers.

As soon as I have them sir.

Okay, listen up!

Everybody who is able,

we are going to search this ship top to bottom.

Teams of three.

Weapons?

23, including handguns.

One per group?

Yeah.

Flashlights, radios... only when necessary.

Once those batteries are dead, they are dead.

Regular check-ins with Dr. Rush in the control room

every 10 minutes,

and keep in mind,

as far as we know,

this bucket is really freakin' old,

and there may be areas of damage where life-support is unstable,

and, look, be smart, okay?

Don't touch anything

that looks like it might be dangerous.

How are we supposed to know

what's dangerous?

Becker, right?

Yes, sir. I work in the mess.

I mean, I did.

Well, don't touch, just look.

You're, uh... you're James, right?

Yes, Lieutenant.

You and Riley are with me.

Subtle, man,

Subtle...

[Scott]: If it's okay with you, sir,

it might be best,

given your obvious skills,

if you could hang back here,

help keep the rest of these people calm.

Don't patronize me, son.

No, sir.

Any progress?

The life support system activated automatically when we dialled the ship...

Probably emergency reserves.

But only in certain sections. The reserve is gone.

Life support's been breaking down, section by section, ever since.

Resetting it doesn't help

I asked if there's any progress.

Unless something changes, we only have about 6 to 8 hours of air left.

OK let me put this another way

Has anyone got any good news?

I think I've figured out the menu system.

Try to find a schematic or map.

"Google Spaceship"!

Hye, I don't suppose you have any food in the pack, I'm starving.

No, keep working.

Where are you going?

To find a bathroom.

Yeah, that would be good too.

General, we apparently have a connection in the lab. Doctor Rush would like to see you.

General O'Neill I'm reporting to you from an ancient spaceship far...

Just slow down, back up.

Who's with you?

Several dozen, I'm not sure, but the point is... I did it.

I made the connection to the ninth chevron address.

You were supposed to be evacuating non-combat personnel, to Earth!

Col Young gave that order, yes. I overrode that decision. - Did you now!

If you'd let me explain, sir.

Dialling Earth was not an option.

The core of the planet had become unstable

...and if the resulting blast had transfered through the wormhole to Earth

The effect would have been catastrophic.

O'Neill: So, let me get this straight

Instead of dialling up any one of a number of planets in our galaxy...

You took a bunch of unqualified people halfway across the universe!

I took what I thought was our final chance to dial the ninth chevron

I was successful. At the point the gate could not be shut down again.

Rush, get those people home.

Are you all right?

I'm solid, Lieutenant.

I'm trained for this.

Look, I... I didn't mean to...

Look, not now.

How exactly do we know that this ship is unoccupied?

Rush said that the air came on just before we got here.

How about aliens who don't breathe air?

Rush, this is Scott, come in.

Rush, this is Scott, come in.

Hello.

This is Eli.

Where's Rush?

Uh, bathroom, if he found it.

Uh, I'm at what looks like a bulkhead door.

It won't open.

I was hoping Rush could open it from there.

Should I find him?

No.

Here, give me a hand.

What happened to being smart?

This could be the engine room

for all we know.

We got to at least open a few doors.

Do we?

Do we really?

Hang on.

No, keep doing what you're doing.

I think I found where you are.

The door is flashing red.

Can you open it from there?

Red is usually bad, isn't it?

Maybe it means the door is stuck.

Just try it.

Okay.

You should probably step back.

[air whooshing out]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, not good!

Not good, more red, uh...

Close it!

- Close it now! - I'm trying!

Yeah, okay, we established why that hatch was closed.

Yeah.

A lot of others are closed for the same reason.

We're only occupying a fraction of the ship right now.

It goes on forever,

but if there are damaged areas of the ship

That aren't sealed,

that could be our problem.

Oh, hey, good timing.

We just found... hey...

Really?

This is Dr. Rush.

Meet me in the gateroom immediately.

Everyone.

[murmurs ripple through crowd]

What's going on?

In this case

There are five ancient communication stones.

They work over vast distances

In real time.

We can talk to the people on Earth.

Yes.

[murmurs of excitement]

You physically take control

of an individual at the other end.

I brought these with us

in the event we ended up somewhere

out of range of normal communication.

So let's use them.

[murmurs of assent]

I already have.

[murmurs of surprise]

Are they sending help?

No.

Why? Why are they not sending help?

The only means of dialing this gate

from our galaxy

was destroyed in the attack.

We're cut off.

I want to use one of those stones now.

I have spoken with General O'Neill...

I am a United States Senator!

I've explained our situation clearly.

In light of my knowledge and experience,

he has placed me in charge.

He did what?

[loud murmurs of outrage]

I have faith in our ability

to repair the ship,

and to work together,

but if we're to survive this,

we need leadership

and a clear chain of command.

We only have a few hours of air left.

I want to speak to the General myself.

- Senator, please. - Give it to him!

[angry shouts of agreement]

[gasps in pain]

[groaning]

Dad? Dad!

Whoa, whoa, whoa... TJ?

Excuse me, excuse me. Okay...

Okay, he's still breathing.

Oh, my God!

I saw him taking some pills?

Warfarin, for his heart.

Blood-thinners are the last thing he needs

if he's bleeding internally. Um...

Please do something!

Look, I told you, I'm just a medic...

Everyone, please,

there's no need for us all to congregate in the one place.

Ms. Johansen,

please find adequate accommodation

for the injured, and everyone else...

No, I don't recognize your authority, Dr. Rush...

We have found quarters nearby much more comfortable...

as an IOA representative, I think you need to...

Please go there, and stay there

until you're asked to do something useful.

Something useful?

We do not want to settle in!

We want to get back!

Right?

[shouts of agreement]

We should be working on getting home.

Exactly.

I'm not sure if that's even possible.

What? You haven't even tried!

Maybe you should actually do something

instead of standing around talking about being in charge.

If that's even true.

Everybody!

Everyone, calm down!

Now, the fact is,

Colonel Young put me in charge,

and I expect

all SG personnel to follow my orders!

As for the rest of you,

you get out of line, we will lock you down.

Now, Dr. Rush

is right about a couple things.

First off, we all have to work together...

and second of all, we don't all have to stay here,

so let's... let's move out.

Come on, move. It's okay.

[murmurs of agreement] you heard him...

[sighs heavily]

I think we need you...

so I've got your back for now,

but if I were you,

I would find some way to dial that gate back to Earth.

I've got some testing equipment

over here.

Looks broken.

We'll get back to that.

What about all these ancient crates?

If it's not ours, don't touch it.

Did no one think of labeling anything?

Every case has a bar Code.

All right, anyone find a bar Code reader?

Guess that got left behind along with the food and water.

Uh-uh, we got food.

Yeah, protein bars,

and this powdered stuff.

Look, everybody.

Seeds? Volker, you've got to be kidding.

I got a case of blank paper.

Maybe we should start a suggestion box.

What are you staring at?

You were in detention.

Yeah.

For good reason.

What did you want him to do,

leave me there?

Of course not.

I was just wondering what to do about it now.

That's not up to you.

We'll see.

No, no, no.

Don't do it.

[static crackles from comm]

Greer, I need you to help check

for any open bulkhead doors

that lead to damaged parts of the ship.

Rush will direct you.

Copy.

[Rush]: There should be an elevator directly ahead.

Copy that.

Are you there yet?

This is Scott.

Radio silence, please.

Hey...

Hey.

What's going on?

We almost lost you.

You were thrown clear across the room.

[groaning]:Where are we?

Sir...

[weakly]:Where are we?

We're on a ship.

It's ancient.

Rush says it's thousands of years old,

and we're pretty far off into the universe.

What's he doing to get us home?

He says he's working on it,

but we have bigger problems.

The life-support system isn't working properly.

If we can't get it fixed,

there's not much time.

You should also know that

he used the communication stones to contact Earth,

and he said General O'Neill put him in charge.

I don't think so.

I don't think... oh...

Sir, you shouldn't be trying to get up just yet, okay?

I don't think I have a choice, TJ.

I can't feel my legs.

- Whoa, jeez! - Whoa!

What is that thing?

Come here, I'll show you.

It's a... it's a camera.

It's a flying camera.

I'm calling it a kino, you know, after the Russian...

Yeah...

Well, I figure maybe we can use it

to check out the damaged areas of the ship.

- That's good. - Yeah.

That's good. Where's it going now?

Oh, I don't know, it's just doing its thing,

but there's lots more of 'em.

[chuckles]

Yeah, it's cool.

Yeah!

Do you want one?

It's not a gumball machine, Eli.

Okay.

Okay!

Okay, so you figured out where they keep the kinos,

what else have you figured out?

Give me a break, man.

This is my second spaceship,

and my first was yesterday.

I know.

Icarus was my first sgc assignment

after training.

I haven't been at this

much longer than you have.

Huh...

Did they beam you out of your house?

No, you got me there.

Got any food on you?

No.

Tylenol?

Headache?

Yeah.

Me too.

Neuroproaxia is a temporary paralysis

that can follow a concussive injury.

You don't know?

You'd need an MRi

and a qualified doctor who knows how to read it

to know for sure if there's spinal damage.

We don't have either.

Hopefully, it's just the nerves in shock.

Best I can do is insist that you remain still.

Your tour was over two weeks ago.

You should be in some classroom

in San Diego.

Seattle.

That's where my scholarship was.

I'm sorry.

That part's not your fault.

Tell Rush I want to see him.

Yes, sir.

What's that?

Flying camera ball.

I'm calling it a kino...

Don't ask.

That's marvellous.

It comes with a remote.

I thought we could use it to look around.

What do you have?

Uh, well, it's not so good, really.

These processing nodes are scrubbers,

responsible for cleaning co2 from the air.

Here, here, and here.

It's indicating malfunctioned.

Others are failing.

Greer, this is Scott.

I'm heading for the gateroom.

Meet me there.

Look, I'm just saying

that she better stay out of my face.

I'll remind her of your personal space issues next chance I get

Dr. Rush?

Colonel Young wants to see you right away.

There should be a kind of grate covering the node.

[latch beeps]

[goo slops]

[Rush]: What do you see?

A problem.

We see a very big problem.

What happened?

You collapsed.

We brought you here.

What's going on?

I'm not sure.

I've been here with you.

You need to know what's happening, Chloe.

This is important.

Dad, I was worried about you.

Okay.

And I'm scared.

One step at a time, Honey.

One step at a time.

[winces]

My pills...

No, daddy, you can't take any more of those.

Your ribs are badly bruised.

You will bleed internally.

If I don't take those pills,

a bruise is going to be the least of my problems.

I know.

Don't worry about me.

Go. Find out what's going on out there.

No, I want to be here with you.

And I want you here,

but right now, I want to know what's going on

just a little bit more.

I'll be here when you get back.

Okay.

Okay.

What's going on?

I don't know, man. The air filter's full of crap.

Come on,

They want us to keep looking.

Let's go.

All right, okay.

[device beeps]

Alkaline.

Everyone's heart rates are elevated,

people are reporting headaches, it has to be.

What?

The used-up residue

of whatever magic compound the ancients used

to scrub co2 from the air.

So now we have two big problems

relating to the life-support.

Our first priority must be

to seal off any of the leaks.

If we can manage that,

then we can maybe buy ourselves a day or so

before the build-up of co2 kills us.

As it stands, how much time do we have?

I don't know.

Couple of hours at most.

[barks a laugh]Awesome.

Brody, there was

some medical-grade soda lime

in the supply manifest?

It never made it.

That's a pity.

Well...

in a ship this old...

there's bound to be systems past their designed life.

Okay, let's say we find the leaks.

Can you fix this?

I doubt this stuff can be cooked off.

Perhaps if there were stores of this substance

in a clean form,

or something else capable of co2 sequestration,

calcium carbonate, lithium hydroxide,

then yes, "if."

Okay, well, that's not going to matter

because you're going to get the gate dialed back to Earth

before this becomes an issue, Rush, right?

Lieutenant...

That's the kind of thing

you're taught to say in officer training

presumably for the benefit

Of those that don't know any better.

[whispers]: Please.

What makes you think I won't try?

Looks like a mess

Lots of stuff to put food on.

But no food.

Greer, I found what looks like a shuttle.

Looks like there are two shuttles

attached to individual docking sleeves.

We're all going to die.

Shut up, Franklin.

I'm just saying what everyone's got to be thinking.

I said, shut up,

or else you're going to be first.

This the door?

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Can you close it?

It won't close.

We can't close it from here, either.

There's something wrong with the mechanism.

I think I found the leak.

There's another door on the back of the shuttle,

but there's no control.

Then maybe we can close it off locally.

The shield keeping the air inside

is obviously not 100 percent effective.

It probably wasn't designed to compensate

for the amount of damage the ship has sustained.

Is there a way of boosting it?

At least in the areas we need it?

We haven't found a way yet.

It seems to be operating at maximum capability.

[door hisses closed]

[coughing and struggling to breathe]

Open the door!

Well, that's not good.

That's very good, sir, a very good sign.

I don't have time for this, do I?

Two problems.

We're venting atmosphere from a damaged shuttle,

and even if we could seal it off,

the life-support system in this ship

is past its expiration date.

We'll build up co2 to lethal levels within a day.

Well, that explains the headache.

You already had one.

They'll find a way, that's what these people do.

Well, most of these people

aren't even supposed to be here.

How did the ship get damaged?

We don't know.

It certainly looks like it's been through a battle,

at least the parts we can access.

We're still cut off from most of the ship.

It's huge.

They tried jamming something into the shuttle doorway

to keep it open long enough

to let the person inside get out...

but it just opens again.

Some sort of safety mechanism.

Like an elevator.

Rush says he can't override it.

How long do we have right now?

As it stands...

Rush says if we don't get it closed...

we've got just over an hour.

Bad air's better than no air.

Guess a day's better than an hour.

Someone's got to go in there

and close this door.

My head is pounding.

Heartbeat has accelerated.

It's getting harder and harder to breathe,

as our very lives are being vented out into space.

That is going to get old very fast.

This needs to be documented.

No one's going to see that.

How do you know?

We made it here.

Someone else could, too.

If we die,

maybe this can help them to find out what happened to us.

Yeah, well, we're not dead yet.

[quietly]: I'm starting to have slightly blurred vision...

- Eli! - What?!

So how are we going to decide who?

I assume we're not going to get any volunteers.

What's another day going to buy us?

Time...

to find a way to survive.

May I see the list?

I marked the names of anyone injured.

Right.

We have to find out peoples' skills,

background, experience...

Doesn't take any special skills to die from asphyxiation!

Look, what I'm saying is,

it shouldn't be someone

with potentially valuable knowledge,

or abilities we might need to help us survive beyond this.

Are you really suggesting what I think...

Doc, half the people on this ship

already want to kill you.

I don't care.

You can't ask someone to sacrifice themselves,

period!

Politicians ask military personnel

to sacrifice themselves for the good of others

all the time.

If someone doesn't go in there and close that door,

we're all going to die.

Period.

Franklin is still working

at the airlock controls locally,

but it doesn't look good, sir.

Camile's explaining the situation

to everyone else on board.

I'll do it.

Sir?

This isn't the kind of thing

I can ask somebody else to volunteer for.

If we're going to make it past this,

We're going to need you, sir.

I don't know about that.

You're doing a pretty good job without me, lieutenant.

Yeah? Well, look at the mess we're in.

If that's not proof that we need you, then...

Look, I'm not sure anyone should do it.

I don't want someone sacrificing themselves for me.

I say we figure this out together

while we still have time,

or we all die trying.

I want you to both listen to me.

It needs to be done, and I'm doing it.

Look, sir, you can barely stand.

Help me.

Look, the paralysis is temporary,

you know that now. You will recover...

Lieutenant, I need your help.

No, sir.

I gave you an order.

I know.

You can have me court-martialled when we get home,

but I am not going to help you kill yourself.

My father's not in his room.

We'll find him.

He does not leave this room.

He can't have gotten far.

I told him what was going on.

Greer, this is Scott, come in.

Greer...

Greer, do you read?

Senator Armstrong is missing.

He may be headed your way.

He's here.

He's got a gun.

I don't want to shoot you.

I don't think you want to shoot me.

Get out of the way.

Just give me a little more time.

Let me try and fix this.

I don't have much.

[eli]: Guys, I'm not seeing any change,

whatever you just tried,

It's not working!

The problem's obviously mechanical.

You can't fix it.

Tell me what to do.

Dad, no, wait!

Dad, no!

No!

No! No...

[heavily muffled pleading]

Open the door!

Open the door, please!

I can't!

[crying]: Please open the door...

He was dead on his feet.

Dad, no!

[crying]: Please open the door...

[sobbing]: No...

Eli!

Not him!

There's nothing I can do for him here.

Help him!

Open the door, please!

[sobbing uncontrollably]

No!

[crying]: No...

No...

[sobbing]

He can't leave me...

Chloe...

Chloe!

Well, at least he bought us a day.

[shouting in rage]

You! You did this!

You killed him!

You've killed all of us!

Chloe, stop! Little help here...

Hey, hey, relax.

Hey, hey, Chloe...

Just get away from me!

All of you!

M... Miss Armstrong...

You're in shock.

Believe me, I understand.

Everyone deals with tragedy

in different ways.

You're looking for someone to blame.

I'm not looking.

Hey...

I'm sorry about your father.

I truly am.

He was a good man,

and he certainly wouldn't have been my choice,

but you must realize,

none of this was my fault.

I didn't create the situation that forced us here.

There was no other way.

[crying]

Miss Armstrong...

I know you don't want to hear this just now,

but...

but this ship...

this ship could be the most important discovery

mankind has made

since the stargate itself.

You know the Icarus project

was something your father truly believed in,

enough to risk his career

to support.

What difference does it make if we all die?

A number of people died during the attack on the base.

Some of them I knew very well.

I'm sure some had more value than others.

As human beings,

all of them were invaluable.

Look, my point is,

I promise you,

I will do everything I can

to make sure no one gave their life in vain.

No one.

Please give me a chance.

Colonel...

we've lost Senator Armstrong.

Oh, my God.

He's bought us some time.

To do what?

We're working on it.

First up is trying to dial the gate back home.

Should you even be on your feet?

No.

Well, I am on my feet, and right now

we're trying to get home.

Camile, I need your help.

You know these people.

I need you to spread the word.

Try to keep things as positive as you can.

I can do that.

Good.

I can't believe my dad is gone.

I watched him die,

and I still just can't accept it.

Tell me about him.

Why?

Man died so I could live.

I'd like to know a little more about him.

No matter how tired he was,

or how long he'd worked,

or what was going on in his life,

he always had time to listen to me.

I'd go on and on.

He never preached.

He never told me what to do,

even though sometimes I wished he would.

He would just listen,

and then he would tell me that he loved me.

The best part

was if I'd had a fight with my mom.

He never took sides.

[chuckles softly]

Oh, God.

My mom...

He was her whole life.

She probably thinks we're both dead.

All I know

is that he wanted you to go on.

I know.

I got to get back to the search.

You going to be okay?

I don't know.

Fair enough.

What?

What are you doing?

I... just watched a man die.

Okay?

Don't you even care?

Of course I do,

And I'm also trying learn as much as I can,

as quickly as I can.

That is,

in addition to running

nine separate searches in the database

in the hope of solving our life-support issues.

Right.

Found anything?

Destiny.

As in ours?

The name of the ship.

Translated from ancient.

I've also learned that they were never here.

I thought this was an ancient ship.

It is,

but they sent it out unmanned,

planning to use the gate to get here

when it was far enough out into the universe,

but they probably learned to ascend

before that time.

Learned to what?

Ascension.

It's a process

Whereby consciousness converts to energy

that no longer requires physical form.

That wasn't in the video.

Well, there's more than one video.

We should get back to work.

Sorry.

Sir, I think I got it.

It wasn't even that hard to find.

It's right here in the dialing program.

You're sure?

Yes, it's an eight-symbol address.

You mean you can dial this thing back to Earth?

There's no point of origin indicated,

but still, there's only 36 symbols on this gate.

I'm assuming the ninth symbol represents

some x-factor distance equation.

Well, I don't care. Start dialing.

Sir, don't we want to bring Dr. Rush in on this?

Well, you said this wasn't that hard to find?

No.

Well, then he probably already knows

and didn't tell us.

Who is this "Lucian Alliance" anyway?

Where did that come from?

I just want to know who to blame for this.

They are a human coalition, made up from various Milky Way planets

formed in the power vacuum when the Goa'uld were defeated

Criminals, mostly. A street gang with starships.

How did they find out about Icarus? Wasn't it supposed to be double secret?

I suspect there was a leak somewhere. Someone working on the inside.

The legend surrounding the ninth chevron has been floating around our galaxy for some time now.

We've found that it meant various things to different cultures.

Some said it was a key to the Universe itself

and once unlocked, you could gain untold power.

Now, if the Lucian Alliance knew that we'd discovered the address and the means to dial it, they would want it.

This ship, source of untold power?

Not literally. It's more to do with what it's doing.

The information it's capable of gathering.

Eli: If you know how to use it. Rush: Yeah.

That's what you're after, isn't it?

Why you risked everything to get here.

You think this ship is going to make you all-powerful, or something crazy like that.

Eli....

If I could find a way

to send all these people home safely

and then return with a properly skilled team to pursue this mission, as intended

why wouldn't I want to do that?

I don't know.

Ah. Now turn that thing off.

You saw that?

[alert starts to beep]

Oh, no, no, no, no...

What?

Someone's dialing the gate.

Colonel Young...

You're up.

Nice to see you, too, Rush.

I did order you to report to me.

What are you doing?

We're trying to dial Earth.

That would be a mistake.

Riley thinks he's found the address for home.

His understanding of ancient

is marginal at best.

With respect, doctor,

I know enough to recognize a reference to Earth.

He says the address

wasn't that hard to find, Rush.

No, no, this is a complete waste of power we may need.

We have the address back,

all we need is the right point of origin.

And we've got 36 tries.

We barely have enough power to operate the main systems.

This ship

simply doesn't have the capability to dial Earth.

You see, that's news to me.

He didn't tell me that either.

Well, I've only just learned myself,

and you know what I've been doing.

Even if it doesn't work,

the people aboard this ship need to see us at least try.

So, what, you're going to drain what little power we have

for the sake of morale?

How ridiculous.

[ships groans and clanks]

What was that?

Anyone near the observation deck?

Colonel...

it looks like we've dropped out of FTL.

Because we were draining power?

No, no.

If I'm right,

the gate should begin to dial any moment.

How did you know that?

The ship detected a stargate

on a planet within range that may have what need.

What?

How the hell

are there even stargates out here?

The ancients sent out a number of unmanned ships

ahead of this one.

They're programmed to gather data,

resources,

to manufacture stargates,

and deposit them in habitable worlds.

Any relevant information is relayed back here

to help plot the course.

You're telling me

that this ship knows we're in trouble?

Yes, because I told it we were.

Essentially,

we're flying on auto-pilot.

This ship may have stopped

when it was within range of a stargate

regardless of our need,

but I have reason to believe...

So, what we need

is on the other side of that wormhole.

An educated guess, yes.

There's only one way to find out.

Sir, you can't do that.

We have no idea what's on the other side.

We can use the kino to find out.

I expect that's the purpose of this device.

I'm getting readings over here.

What have we got?

Temperature, gravity,

atmosphere composition,

barometric pressure...

oxygen nitrogen, very little co2,

Extremely low humidity.

Habitable, but just barely.

Good enough.

Looks like four other addresses

came up here, too.

They could be other planets within range.

Maybe we should think about

dialing them up and seeing...

No, no, they're locked out.

The ship chose this one.

The stargate is open,

all we have to do is step through.

What we have to do is put a team together.

Dr. Rush...

looks like our time might be limited.

What is it?

It's a countdown.

Just over 12 hours left.

What happens then?

I suspect

We jump back into FTL.

[shutter snaps]

Palmer is a geologist.

Obviously, she should go.

Franklin and Brody are the best of the rest of what we have.

Thanks for the ringing endorsement.

He didn't even mention me.

Franklin goes, the others stay.

We're still going to need good people

working on the problem from this end.

I'd like to go.

Really?

If I can help, then...

Colonel Young, please...

What?

You don't think I can handle it?

He's going.

I've been off-world before.

You have made a habit

out of pulling our asses out of the fire.

Eli, you want to go, you're going.

The only one I'm questioning right now

is you, Dr. Rush.

[scoffs]

Well, besides Palmer,

I'm the only one who knows what we're looking for.

We have 12 hours to find what we need

and then get back on the ship.

You're sure you can't stop it?

No, we're just along for the ride for now.

Then we may all be better off on the planet.

Well, that's another reason why I should go.

Someone to assess

whether long-term survival there is even an option.

All right.

Okay.

I want everyone clear

that Scott is in charge of this mission.

Let's gear up,

let's find whatever supplies we have,

and move out.

Sir...

About Eli...

He volunteered.

He's not trained for this.

Just like a lot of the people we got on this ship.

I'm going to need to know what they're made of.

He'll slow us down.

Well, if he does,

you send him back to the gate.

If we're going to make it,

and I'm not just talking the next few hours,

we're going to need everyone on board to step up.

Lieutenant...

Keep an eye on Rush.

We'll be back, sir.

Good luck.