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Previously on Stargate SG-1.

All you have to do
is prick him, once.

The effect will be immediate.

He'll believe you
to be his loyal slave, Jarren.

Whoa! No violence.

- Your name?
- Cam Mitchell. Bounty hunter.

Don't worry about SG-1 and Earth.

They are of little consequence.

Approaching the coordinates now, sir.

Drop us out of hyperspace.
Maximum shields.

Colonel?

We should have a visual.

If the second supergate is here,
we should be able to see it.

Anything on the sensors?

There seems to be
a powerful gravitational field nearby.

Supergates use black holes for power.

Oh, this is not a black hole,
it's a neutron star,

and the field is powerful enough
to weaken our shields and cause...

Damage report!

Reporting hull damage
on decks two and seven.

Battle stations! Get us out of here, Major.

Hyperdrive will not engage.

Hull integrity has been compromised!

- Who the hell is shooting at us?
I can't tell, sir.

Detecting three ships.

Ori?

Based on size,
I'd say Goa'uld mother ships.

Their shields should be weakened as well!

Fire all forward rail guns. Arm missiles.

Major, transfer auxiliary power
to sublight engines

and set a course hard right.

Sir, detecting multiple
small objects dead ahead.

Oh, my God.

It's a minefield.

Full reverse thrust!

Damage report!

Marks!

Emergency subspace communication
from the Odyssey, sir.

Put it onscreen.

Stargate Command, this is
Colonel Paul Emerson of the Odyssey,

authentication code, delta-six, alpha-five.

We're under attack.
We've suffered extreme damage.

Intel about the second supergate
was false.

We've been ambushed
by as many as three Goa 'uld mother ships.

We've lost hyperdrive, shields are down.

Several decks without life support.
We're being boarded!

That's it, sir. That's all we got.

We began receiving telemetry
from the emergency transponder

approximately 30 minutes
after the distress call came in.

Unfortunately, it doesn't tell us anything

about the condition
of the ship or the crew.

Sounds like it was badly damaged.

Anything on who might
have been behind this?

We were acting on what we thought
was reliable intel from the Jaffa.

Bra'tac is investigating
the source of the false intel,

but the Jaffa nation is in disarray
and many have reverted back

to old warring factions.

Tracing such betrayal
may prove virtually impossible.

There must be a lot of Jaffa out there
who are pretty angry

about the destruction of Dakara.

The Ori were responsible for that.

And there are more than a few
who think it was us who led them there.

Angry enough to set up an ambush?
For what, revenge?

Well, we have a signal.
Let's go check it out.

Yeah, one tiny snag there.

We have no vessels in which to travel.

The Daedalus is on its way to Pegasus.

And it will be days before a Jaffa ship
becomes available to us.

Well, you only have to ask.

You must know by now

that I can get you
pretty much anything you want.

Yeah, for a price.

Nothing comes for free, Daniel.

Of course, in this instance,
I would naturally waive my fee,

but I will need some front money,
so to speak.

Be careful.

We still have no idea who's behind this.

Glad to see you're awake, Colonel.
How's your head?

It's fine, sir.

- What's our status?
- They towed us out of the minefield.

Most of the crew is accounted for.
We're still missing three.

Which one of you
is Colonel Samantha Carter?

I'm Colonel Paul Emerson,
commander of this ship.

If you have any questions, you ask...

If any of you try to be heroes,

I assure you
my commander will think nothing

of venting this hold of all atmosphere.

I will not ask again.

I'm Carter.

Bring her. Him, too.

Colonel Carter,

I had heard you were quite attractive.

I'm Colonel Paul Emerson,
commander of this ship.

- What do you want?
- Nothing you can do for me.

Now, Colonel Carter, on the other hand...

- Can I call you Samantha?
- No.

You're Lucian Alliance.

The uniform.

Pathetic, isn't it?
Pretending to be something we're not.

Anateo is my name, and believe me,
I am part of no alliance of any kind.

Now, we don't know much
about this ship yet,

but we have found a subspace beacon
that is giving away our position.

I need you to shut it off.

- I'm not going to help you.
- I don't see what choice you have.

You are going to do
whatever it is I want you to do.

Don't do it, Sam.

Oh, I suggest you should do it, Sam.

It's not designed to be shut off.
It activates automatically and stays on.

Then remove it.

Don't help them, Colonel. That's an order.

I believe that now makes you the
ranking officer on this ship, Colonel Carter.

I suggest you get to work,

unless there's something else
you'd rather do.

Yeah, she's a real beauty.

Stabilizers are a bit wonky, I'm afraid.

Makes for a bumpy ride,
but it's all perfectly safe.

Really?

Not exactly.

We gave you as much raw naquadah
as you needed,

and all you came up with
was this piece of junk?

People's lives are at stake, Daniel.

Do you honestly think that I cheaped out
on the ship and pocketed the difference?

- What's that?
- Life support seems to be failing.

Can you take over?

Great, you fixed that.
How about fixing the stabilizers?

I didn't fix anything,
I just disabled that annoying alarm.

Our long-range sensors
indicate that the signal coming

from the Odyssey transponder
is changing location.

It's moving?

It appears to be traveling
at sublight speed.

Altering course to intercept.

- Are you cloaking?
- I am attempting to.

It does not appear the cloak is responding.

The signal now appears
to be originating from that planet.

Sensors are picking up
numerous life signs.

If life support were compromised,

they could have landed the ship
for repairs.

They are not responding to our hails.

There appears to be a small civilization
on the surface.

I knew I recognized this planet.

More friends of yours?

The Goa'uld used to have
a shipbuilding facility here.

It's now been taken over
by the former human slaves.

From what I know,
they have ties with the Lucian Alliance.

You know, that doesn't sound too good.

We talking chop shop here?

I have a contact here.

He might get skittish if we all show up,

so it could be a good idea for me
to go in alone.

You know, it could be a trap.

All the more reason
why we shouldn't all go.

Trust me, if he knows anything,
I'll be able to get it out of him,

but the key is to be as inconspicuous
and as non-threatening as possible.

If you like, I can take Daniel.

Colonel, what happened?
You've been gone for hours.

Where's Colonel Emerson?

Vala Mal Doran.

Never thought
you'd show your face in these parts again.

Borzin, you slimy,
two-faced grease peddler.

Come on, give us a hug.

And what poor loser have you conned
into your company this time?

Oh, this is my apprentice, Seamus.

- You must be learning a great deal.
- More than I'd like to.

Actually, I only took him on
as part of a bet. He's mentally disabled.

Don't trust her.
She will sell you out

for a bad lunch the first chance she gets.

I know.

He likes me. Isn't that cute?

What do you want, Vala,
if you haven't already stolen it from me?

We're looking for some information.

About a Tau'ri ship that was attacked
not far from here.

Any information you can give us...

Okay, my friend,

here's the thing.

- He's not my apprentice. He's a mark.
- No!

A very rich, very gullible one,
who's eating right out of my hands.

Give us something, anything,

and he'll make it
very much worth your while.

- You know, I've heard that before.
- All right, try this.

We traced the signal from
the ship's emergency transponder here.

I know you can't possibly
have the whole ship,

but I know you must have some parts.

Borzin, I don't know what's going on,
but you're in way over your head.

I've recently made some contacts
high up in the Lucian Alliance

that'd be very interested
in knowing exactly

how much you've been
skimming off this operation.

Wow. Offers that can't be refused.

Over here.

While we're at it, why don't we get him
to throw in some parts for our cargo ship?

One thing at a time.

Is this what you're looking for?

That's Odyssey's data recorder.
The transponder's still broadcasting.

- Where did you get this?
- A man brought it a few hours ago.

He said it could fetch me a very nice price.

Anateo is my name, and believe me,
I am part of no alliance of any kind.

It's not designed to be shut off.
It activates automatically and stays on.

Then remove it.

Don't help them, Colonel.
That's an order.

You want more? Show me the naquadah.

You know, that thing's useless to me
unless I know who gave it to you.

Timing's everything. Him.

Jackson? Vala?

Jackson, report.

Crap.

You want more?
Show me the naquadah.

You know, that thing's useless
to me unless I know who gave it to you.

Timing's everything. Him.

We suspected it could be another ambush.

You think they were
specifically after you?

They knew
we would follow the transponder signal.

Why?

Perhaps they were trying to deter us
from trying to find the Odyssey.

Personally, I think they just don't like us.

Well, I can see
why they might not be your biggest fans.

Well, whatever the reason, there was
no other way to retrieve this intel.

The recording suggests
the Odyssey wasn't destroyed,

but is in the hands of the Lucian Alliance.

Unfortunately, that's all we got.

Borzin disappeared
along with Daniel and Vala,

and no one else
we talked to knew anything.

Teal'c, spread the word among the Jaffa.

Tell whoever will listen I want to talk
to the leader of the Lucian Alliance.

I've always felt civilization
can be judged by two things,

its food and its women.

I'd say yours is only halfway there.

I don't blame you,
but you have to keep up your strength.

I don't blame you,
but you have to keep up your strength.

You have a whole ship to fix.

You know,
that could take the rest of my life.

Whether that is long or painfully short
is up to you.

Daniel, Vala.

- Hi, Sam!
- We thought you'd miss us.

Where are the others?

Listen, there is
that small matter of my fee.

Oh, of course.

Half payment for half of SG-1.

Two-fifths, actually.

- It's a small quibble, but...
- Don't help.

Look, it is not my fault
that only two of them showed up.

Of course.

Take care of him.

Look, I... I'm sorry, but I don't think
I'll be seeing you again, so...

No, I think not.

Put them in the hold.

Don't worry, Sam. It's all part of the plan.

Each division of Lucian Alliance territory
is controlled

by one of Netan's lieutenants,
or "seconds," as they're called.

There are about 20 such individuals
overseeing operations

including smuggling,
extortion, racketeering,

and of course, trafficking in Kassa.

Is there anything new coming?
Because this feels like a rerun to me.

Well, we've been following up on rumors

of betrayal and possible mutiny
among the seconds.

There seems to be mounting dissent
over Netan's leadership.

Well, that's good, but how does it help us?

Kefflin, one of Netan's most loyal
and trusted seconds.

He oversees
a large Kassa production operation

on a remote group of planets
on the outskirts of the galaxy.

What about him?

Besides the fact that he's a brutal killer
with a notorious temper...

We only know of him by reputation, sir.

He's extremely reclusive, and rarely,
if ever, leaves his command ship.

Very few, if any, of Netan's inner circle
have ever met the guy.

You think this Kefflin is behind
the disappearance of the Odyssey?

No, sir. I think
he's the perfect candidate to impersonate.

Excuse me?

I am suggesting
that I infiltrate the Lucian Alliance.

It's the only way we're gonna get
reliable information on the Odyssey.

You don't even have
a decent picture of the man.

That's what makes him
the perfect candidate, sir.

Reole chemical.

Dr. Jackson used it a few years back
to infiltrate a System Lord summit.

One jab of that,
and Netan will believe I am who I say I am

regardless of what I look like.

No one else will question me
because no one else has ever seen him.

So you think.

I'm not saying it isn't risky, sir.

I'm saying we have to do something.

How are you holding up?

I'm working as slowly as I can,
but I can't keep it up forever.

Do you have any idea what they're
planning on doing with the ship?

- Or us, for that matter?
- No, but without the transponder,

Stargate Command
doesn't have a hope in hell of finding us.

Our only chance is to take this ship back.

Well, I have an idea about that,
but it's pretty risky.

Well, it's probably better than our plan.

- Well, what's your plan?
- We don't have one.

They have detected us, Colonel Mitchell.
Are you prepared?

Prepared as I'll ever be.

State your business.

I'm Kefflin. I'm here to see Netan.

- You are not expected.
- I don't have to be expected.

Authorize me for immediate transport,

or I'll have your head
as an ornament for my ship.

I will notify Netan of your arrival.

- Where is Netan?
- I will take you to him.

Fine. Let's go.

First, you must submit to a search.

I don't think so.

I asked not to be disturbed.

I apologize, Netan,
but there has been an incident.

I tried to tell them who I was,

but apparently, the name "Kefflin"
didn't seem to mean much around here.

Sorry about that.

The ring was a gift
from my latest conquest.

My dear friend Kefflin is here,
and you didn't inform me?

I'm sorry, Master.
You asked not to be disturbed.

So, you beat him instead?

As you can see,
the beating wasn't entirely one way.

I'm sure it wasn't.

Leave us.

What?

It is not too late
to turn this ship over to Netan.

You would be a hero.

You know I can't do that.

Netan has failed the Alliance,

and his position as leader
hangs precariously by a thread.

He knows
I am his most worthy challenger,

but he could not very well
just murder me in cold blood,

so he sent us on a fool's quest.

- But we succeeded.
- Yes,

and this is going to ensure
the downfall of Netan.

But why was it necessary
to also bait a trap to capture SG-1?

Because everyone knows
that they have caused us more grief

than any other adversary,
including the Ori.

All the seconds, including me,
have begged Netan to go after them,

but he refused.

He's a coward,

choosing to run and hide
rather than face the wrath of the Tau'ri.

Will we not?

We have brought their battleship
to its knees.

What are they going to do?

After I present Odyssey and SG-1
to the others,

Netan's stuffed corpse
will be a trophy on my wall,

and control of the Lucian Alliance
will be mine.

It's been a disappointing season,
my friend.

Drought and floods have ravaged
our highest-yielding Kassa plantations,

the armies of the Ori continue
to usurp the planets

upon which we've established trade,

- and, of course, there's the Tau'ri.
- Yes.

Committing our ships to co-operate
in the fight against the Ori incursion

was a strategic mistake.

You've always appreciated
my honesty in the past.

I have.

You're the boss.

I don't blame you, but others do.

I know.

Is that why you're here?

The Kefflin I know would never make
such a trip without a serious purpose.

Actually, it's the Odyssey.

The Tau'ri vessel.

Word reached me you just captured it.
I wanted to know your plans.

Its beaming and hyperspace technology
could be a great advantage

in transporting my crops.

- Where did you hear this?
- The usual channels.

I heard rumor that the Odyssey
was destroyed in battle with the Ori.

Nothing has been confirmed yet.

I certainly had nothing to do with it.

Netan, a ship has been detected
in proximity.

We are moving to intercept.

Teal'c.

I'm beginning to think
you enjoy being my prisoner.

Sorry.

I accidentally overloaded
a power coupling.

Where is the rest of your team?

That man knows nothing of torture.

I'll find what we need.

I was wondering how long
you'd be able to resist.

If you don't mind, I'm going to need
some time alone with him.

All right, we have to find a way
to get you out of here.

Have you found the location
of the Odyssey?

Not yet. I don't think Netan knows
where it is either,

and he's definitely having some trouble
with his seconds.

- Then you must maintain this ruse.
- No, Teal'c, and not at your expense, no.

There are other lives at stake, Mitchell.

Fine.

Just remember, I am an expert torturer.

Something's going on in the hold.
Go do a head count.

Vashin, make room.

This is Kefflin.

I thought you did not like
to show your face.

I'm seeing a therapist.

This is Gavos.

Slaviash.

Karug, Millic, Rameris.

What did you learn from the Jaffa?

Apparently, the rumors are true.
The Odyssey is still out there,

in the hands of Anateo.

The Tau'ri are in possession
of an audio recording,

which indicates that he's in control of it.

I ordered the attack on the Odyssey.

It is time the Tau'ri were sent a message.

Where is the ship?

I don't know.

Anateo has betrayed us.

Are you saying he succeeded

in capturing the ship?

He hasn't reported in yet.

The Tau'ri vessel
is most powerful.

You could not have possibly
expected him to survive.

I gave him a strategy
that vastly improved his odds.

He came to me several months ago
demanding more territory,

as his planets had been overrun
by the armies of the Ori.

He suggested
that he eliminate you, Karug,

take over your planets.

Anateo hasn't just captured the Odyssey.

He's using it to bait a trap for SG-1.

He has lost his mind.
The Tau'ri will declare all-out war on us.

You should have consulted with us, Netan.

I need not consult with anyone!

Now, is there anyone else
who wants to challenge me?

Anateo betrayed us all,

and he will pay.

And as for the Tau'ri,

they were already at war with us,
and us with them,

and I will not cower in fear.

So, spread the word.

Send all available ships.

I want the Odyssey found.

Now!

Kefflin.

Was it really necessary
to embarrass me like that?

There have been whispers lately
concerning the strength

of your leadership.
I suspect those whispers will now stop.

For the time being.

You'll need someone
to supervise Gavos' territory.

Your cut will be 20%.

- Come on!
- I'm working as fast as I can...

- You stole the Prometheus all by yourself.
- I know, the systems are all new.

You said you could do it.
We do not exactly have a lot of time.

No. Sam warned us that a number
of the arrays have been damaged.

Even with locators,
beaming a person from one room

to another within the ship is very risky.

Do you want them to rematerialize
between the decks?

Teresh, this is Anateo.

You missed your check-in. Report.

Move!

Where are they? Dr. Jackson and Vala!

Where are they? Dr. Jackson and Vala!

Anateo, we've got a problem.

Dr. Jackson, Vala.

Just wanted to let you know

that your duplicity has already forfeited

Colonel Carter's life.

Unless you surrender immediately,
the rest of the crew is next.

- I can't be sure.
- Do it anyway.

No one else is going to fix this ship.

I think it's pretty clear
that you've just been stalling,

and that you're not really going to
fix it for me anyway.

I'm just going to have to figure it out
for myself.

Good enough.

Where is she?

Well, I couldn't be sure,
so I just beamed out the only other

life sign in the room instead.

Okay, where is he?

Well, Sam did say it was risky.

When she's right, she's right.

Only 50% of the shield emitters
are responding.

Okay, we need to get them back online
and get the hull integrity back

within acceptable parameters.

Hyperdrive is our priority.

Well, we think most of Anateo's men
have been accounted for.

- Most?
- Yeah, we swept the ship twice,

rounded up 14 men in total, but not Solek.

Vala had to beam him out of the hold
where the crew was being held,

so we have no way of knowing for sure
where he ended up.

Did you check the sewage reservoir?

Yeah, no life signs. How's it going here?

Well, no shields, no weapons,
no communications,

and at least a day out for hyperdrive.

So, we're sitting ducks.

Kefflin, what are you doing?

Interrogating the prisoner further.

And what have you learned?

Not much yet.

Fine. Then we can kill him together.

- Kill him?
- We've learned all we can.

Anateo has left us no choice.

I am committed to sending
a message to the Tau'ri.

Netan, I have to admit,

I was just beginning to enjoy this one.

I'm sorry, my old friend.

Your fun is over.

Netan!

The Odyssey has been found.

Tenat, welcome.

This is my good friend, Kefflin.

It is my pleasure.

I have heard a great deal
about you, Kefflin.

Yeah, likewise.

Tell me what you have learned, Tenat,
and perhaps I will spare your pathetic life.

Funny as always, Netan.

As you suspected,
the Odyssey was never destroyed.

Anateo betrayed you
and kept it for himself.

- Where is it?
- Half a day's journey, maybe less.

I have transmitted the coordinates
to your bridge.

- Get to your ship. We'll travel together.
- Of course.

Wait just a moment,

Cam Mitchell.

Look, I don't know who you think I am...

You are Cam Mitchell, bounty hunter.

You double-crossed me
and my partner, Jup.

What do you want?

I do not know how you've managed
to convince Netan that you are Kefflin,

but you are obviously
up to something big here.

I will take half.

And what about your loyalty to Netan?

He would kill me the instant
I am no longer of use to him.

And Jup, your old partner, where's he?

He is working elsewhere at the moment.
We need not worry about cutting him in.

Fine, 10%.

It'll be big, trust me.

30%, or I tell Netan you are not
who you say you are.

25%, no more.

I'll ring over to your ship
before this one jumps to hyperspace

and fill you in on the details.

Unchain the prisoner.
He's coming with me.

Teal'c! Teal'c!

I have grown weary of this torture,
Colonel Mitchell.

That's pretty obvious,
but right now, we got to go.

You remember Tenat?

Yeah, as in Jup and Tenat.

Well, he somehow weaseled his way
into commanding an Alliance mother ship,

and check this out, the incompetent twit
actually found the Odyssey.

Did he see you?

Yeah, recognized me as well,
but he's keeping his mouth shut

'cause he figures I'm scamming Netan
and he wants a piece of the action.

We have to get over to his ship
before this one jumps to hyperspace.

What is your plan?

I'm making it up as I go along.

- Tenat. Netan is here to see you.
- What?

Netan.

- I know of your intention to deceive me.
- Well, how did you...

I knew Colonel Mitchell was
impersonating Kefflin all along.

Colonel Mitchell?

Of SG-1.

I caught him and Teal'c
trying to leave my ship.

No, Netan, you are mistaken.

It's true, I knew he wasn't Kefflin,

but I was merely trying to lure him here,
so I could turn him over to you.

That is the stupidest thing
I have ever heard!

Please, don't kill me.

Get up, you pathetic excuse for a...

Whatever you are.

- What are you going to do to me?
- Nothing for the moment.

Oh, thank you.

You are a generous and gracious man.

I say that all the time, don't I, men?

Tell him how honored you are
to finally meet him in person...

Shut up. Stop sniveling.

Dr. Jackson.

If these sensors are working properly,
two Goa'uld mother ships just emerged

from hyperspace and are closing in.

- Sam?
- Go ahead.

We may need that hyperdrive
a little ahead of schedule.

How ahead of schedule?

In about 10 seconds would be good.
We've got company.

We need more time. Can you stall?

We're about to find out.
What's our shield status?

- Less than 30%.
- Weapons?

Rail guns are online,
but we don't have missiles yet.

One of the ships is hailing us.

On screen.

Dr. Jackson.

Oh, right. Hi. Hi, how are you?

I was expecting Anateo.

Yes, he was here for a while,
but then he had to go.

Your ship is battered.

My scans tell me your
shield strength is low,

and if you had hyperdrive,
you would have left long ago.

Surrender now, or be destroyed.

Right. Okey-dokey.

We surrender.

- Prepare to be boarded.
- Yeah, see, that's where

you're going to run into a bit of a problem.

You see, our rings are damaged,
and as you yourself pointed out,

our shields are down,
which means atmosphere in the 302 bays

is unsustainable.

I mean, I just don't see how
we're going to get your guys over here,

unless you want me to try
beaming you over?

They're powering weapons.

Sam, I think I've stalled as long as I can.

- We need more time.
- Too late.

You should probably prepare to return fire.

For the record, I'm always prepared.

I just have to press this button here.

Right. I just... I thought that's what you're
supposed to say, so I...

I know.

Open fire on the other Ha'tak vessel.

- What?
- You heard me.

- But...
- You dare question my tactics?

There's a ship full of traitors out there
waiting to unseat me as leader

of the Lucian Alliance.

Fire now!

You shall be richly rewarded
with vast territories to command.

Fire on the other Ha'tak vessel.

One of the mother ships is firing
at the other.

Receiving radio signal.

Odyssey,
this is Teal'c. Do you copy?

- Teal'c?
- Daniel Jackson.

It is good to hear your voice.
Colonel Mitchell and I are onboard

one of the mother ships.

Request that you beam us aboard
the Odyssey immediately.

Yeah.

Locking on their locator beacons.

What are you doing?

Netan? What?

How?

I thought this was Netan.

Jackson, what are you doing sitting there?

- What are you wearing?
- It's a long story.

You are the biggest fool in two galaxies!

But Netan, I...

I screwed up.

It's the wrong one. You can't just jam it in.

- How did you do that?
- Honestly, I don't know.

That almost never normally works.

Daniel, try it now.

Shield failure is imminent.

Damn you, Cam Mitchell.

You know, you're very lucky that no one
else on the bridge of that ship

knew what Netan looked like.

Yeah, it was a gamble,
but I figured if I got made,

or if the chemical jab on Tenat didn't work
after half an hour,

I'd take the bridge by force.

I had a pissed-off Jaffa
waiting to help me out.

- Where's Teal'c?
- Oh, he's in the infirmary.

Yeah, big boy got banged up a bit.

Hey, what happened?
How did you get the Lucian Alliance

to fire on each other?

Oh, you'll love this.

Before you tell us, I got long-range
communications back online,

and sent a message to Earth
telling them that we'll be coming home.

Yeah. You should probably add
that we have officially declared war

on the Lucian Alliance.

I did.