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Previously on
Stargate Atlantis.

I believe you refer
to our enemy as the Replicators.

They have begun
to annihilate human worlds.

We need to know if you can shutdown
the Replicator attack code on your own.

I've been looking into that,
and it's not very promising.

But with this Wraith's help,
you think you could do it?

- Take this.
- What's this?

It's the core drive of
the ship's tracking system.

If this works,
we should be able to track

every Aurora-class Replicator ship
in the galaxy in real time.

My duplicate did say
they were building more.

A lot more.

Don't worry,
we're ahead of schedule.

I know.

All the settlements we've been assigned
have been evacuated.

I know, I know, it's just that

most of the planets that are in
the Replicators' path

are people that we've had
almost no contact with,

so I need you and Teyla
out there as much as possible.

Yeah, well, I think it might be the flu.

She's been looking a little green lately.

I'm fine.

Where are we going to now?

M9R-373.

The Massanians.
This should be interesting.

Look, I'm sorry we're having
to go out so much.

I know you don't feel so hot,

but you're the one with
all the contacts out there, so...

It's all right.
I'm feeling much better now.

Offworld activation!

Must be Lieutenant Kemp's team.

Receiving video transmission.
Coming in now, Colonel.

Lieutenant, looks like
things are going well.

Most of the settlements
are on their way through,

but a good number of them
have decided to stay behind.

I'm not sure they believe us, sir.

I'm requesting Teyla come back and try to
talk some sense into the stragglers,

'cause I'm not getting
anywhere with them.

Well, I don't think we can do that.

The Replicator ship's going to
be there within a half hour.

Well, I don't know what to do. They...

Incoming!

It's too late. They're already here!

Lieutenant, get your men
through the gate!

I can't. There's too many people...

We lost the transmission.

Dial him back.

I can't get a lock.

They must've taken out the gate.

How many people were left
on that settlement?

Just under 2,000.

Both ships at the same time.
This is a first.

It's the first time we've needed them.

Well, since I've been here.

- Colonel.
- Colonel.

- Colonel.
- Colonels.

- Colonel.
- Colonels.

Seriously?

- Good flight?
- Long flight.

We'll make it worth your while.

That's what I hear.

You have a way of tracking
the Replicator ships?

We do.

That'll make finding and destroying
them a lot easier.

Why don't you come into my office?
We'll get you briefed.

It is this recent discovery
of the essential duality

of this particular stem
of the nano sub-code

that has opened up
a whole world of possibilities

when it comes to the expedient

and permanent deactivation
of the internanite bonds.

Rodney...

Yeah, I'll let you know when
I'm ready to take questions, thank you.

Have you created
an anti-Replicator weapon or not?

If you just let me continue, I think you'd
have a better understanding

of the complexity...

Yes or no, Doctor.

Well, no.

All right, we move on to plan B.

Just like that?

The Replicators are destroying
every human colony they can find

in an attempt to wipe out
the Wraiths' food supply.

We can't wait.
We have to act now.

Yeah, but plan B, it's not a good plan.

Oh, no?

Sure, the Apollo and the Daedalus
have been retrofitted with the new Asgard

plasma beam weapon, which, given,
are very, very powerful,

but they still can't destroy the Replicators.

But we don't have to destroy them,
we just destroy their ships.

I mean, from what I understand,
once they're exposed

to the harsh environment of space,

they'll essentially be neutralized.

Well, "essentially neutralized" and
"neutralized" are two very different things.

Back when we blasted Niam
into space, he froze solid.

We didn't have a problem
till we warmed him up.

That's what I'm saying.

Look, your way leaves
Replicator cells inactive,

just waiting around
for someone to reactivate them.

My way shuts them down for good.

But our way is actually operational.

You know, come to think of it,
what exactly is your way?

From what I understand,
you haven't even gotten

your programing done yet,
let alone a delivery method.

Well, you didn't let me finish
my presentation.

I think I got the gist of it.

- Really?
- Rodney...

No, no, I'm just wondering
when the Colonel here

became a math and physics expert.

Doctor, you came into this meeting
knowing that you had nothing,

but instead of just saying that like a man,
you thought that you'd dazzle us

with a lot of fancy talk and think that
we were too dumb to notice.

- So, now you're questioning my manhood?
- All right, that is enough!

- No, he just told...
- Rodney, move on.

Look, I think we've got
this tracking system down.

We can peg where they're going to be
with a 30-minute window,

and given current data,
we've got at least 12 hours

before any of their ships are even
close to an inhabited planet.

Just give me and the Wraith, like, 10 hours
to get this shutdown program working.

If I don't,
then you can just feel free to go ahead

and open up on them
with your beam weapons.

All right.

You have 10 hours. Go.

All right.

I don't understand how
you guys put up with...

If you ever talk like that to someone
under my command again,

you will not be welcome on this
base, Colonel. Is that clear?

Yes, it is.

Good.

We're done here. Thank you.

Why would you lie to them?

I didn't lie to them.

It is most improbable
that we complete our task within 10 hours.

That is quitter talk.

Look, you don't know me.

This is when I'm at my best, this is when
I shine, impossible deadlines.

I ever tell you about the time I once got a
damaged Ancient hyperdrive system online

moments before me and my crew
were incinerated by a super volcano?

Yes, you have.

Well, there you go.
See, I work best under pressure.

Then perhaps I should threaten
to feed on you

if we do not complete the coding in time.

Easy, easy. He's just kidding.

Just tell them you were joking.

Right.

I'll work in this area.

Time's up.

What, so soon?

I guess that means you're not ready.

Well, no, I'm not.

Well, we're going with plan B.
You want to go for a ride?

No, I'll stay here.
This still needs to get done.

Good luck.

Daedalus, this is the Apollo,
our scans are clear.

We don't have any other contacts.
Can you confirm?

Copy that.
We have the same reading.

Colonel, how long before our guest arrives?

Should be any second now.

Won't they be surprised.

We're going weapons hot, Apollo.

Copy that. We have done the same.

I'm detecting a hyperspace
window opening.

Stand by to fire forward beam weapons.

Fire.

Contact has been neutralized.

I wish I'd had these a few years ago.

Well, the first attack is easy.
They didn't know we were coming.

The Replicators have proven very
effective in changing strategies

when faced with failure.

Still, we took that ship down
without breaking a sweat.

Right. One down,

thirty-seven to go.

Welcome back, sir.

We were in the neighborhood.
Thought I'd stop by, resupply.

How's it going out there?

Splitting us up was a good call.

The Daedalus has downed
another three ships.

Ellis got another two.
That brings us to seven.

That's not bad at all.

I'll need about an hour to get what we
need, then we'll get back out there.

Well, there's been a little change of plans.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- They're falling back?
- Safety in numbers.

Evidently, they haven't figured out
how we're tracking them and...

Or they haven't figured out how to stop us.

Either way, they want to stop losing ships.

So they're all headed back
to the Replicator homeworld.

- That's right.
- Well, that's good.

I mean, they're finally all in one place.
We can wipe them out all at once.

Ideally, yes,

but our two ships versus
an entire Replicator fleet...

Not to mention the drones they'll be
firing from the surface.

Look, the new weapons we have
are very effective,

but they are no match
for that kind of firepower.

Well, sounds like the perfect time
to finally use that killer program

you've been working on, Doctor.

Yeah.

Remember when you said
all you needed was 10 hours to finish it?

Vaguely.

Well, it's been 10 hours and a week.
Are you finished?

Well, I'm just, um, dotting some "I"s,
crossing some "T"s.

Whatever our plan is,
we need to act quickly.

Our current intel suggests
that they're putting all their resources

into building new ships.

I figure we have less than a week before
they head back out into the galaxy,

and in much greater numbers.

If they start traveling in packs,
our kill rate is going to drop drastically.

We can't let that happen.

We need to take them out while they're all
in one place, and we need to do it quickly.

Hmm.

Hey, I should just get back to my lab.

Oh... I have to tell them.

I have to tell them
we don't have anything.

This is most troubling.

Ellis is gonna love this.

I don't get it.

We tried reconfiguring your stand-down
code, we tried programing the nanites

to turn themselves off.
Something should have worked.

They are a very complex
and ingenious design.

Yeah, well, I thought I was ingeniouser.

Yes, I know that's not a word, Mr. Helpful.

All right, look,

maybe we could figure out some way to
use the anti-Replicator guns somehow.

From what you have told me, they have
almost certainly become immune to it.

Even if they haven't, we'd still have to
get them all in one place.

What is it?

I think I've got my first
good idea in three weeks.

Hmm.

Our old anti-Replicator technology relied on
disrupting the bonds

between each individual nanite cell.

They just collapsed in a pile of dust, right?

We're familiar with the technology, yes.

Right, well, the thinking was always
to continue down that line,

to break the bonds, to turn them off,
sever their connections to one another,

because dust we can deal with, right?

Rodney...

We do the opposite.

Instead of severing their connections,
we significantly

dial up their attraction to one another.

We turn each cell into an incredibly
powerful nanite magnet.

You know, one cell attracts another cell,
those two attract two more,

and as more and more nanite cells
bond to the core group,

they become stronger
and stronger and stronger

to the point where every Replicator cell
on the planet, in orbit,

all of them are amassed
in this giant, super-dense blob.

A super-dense blob?
That's your great idea?

It is, yes, actually.

What do we do with the blob, then?

Aren't we in danger of creating
some Godzilla-sized super-Replicator?

No. At least not at first.

Look, this is not
their normal form of bonding.

I mean, it will take them
some time to adapt,

to figure out how to function
within the new parameters.

How much time?

- Well, I mean, I'd hate to speculate.
- Since when?

Look, it doesn't matter anyways
because long before that happens,

they're going to fuse together so tightly,
they will be rendered essentially inert.

Remember, this bond is occurring
on a subspace level...

Which helps get them past the normal
repulsive force between nuclei...

To the point where their electrons
are fusing with their protons,

and once that starts happening,
they're toast.

Yeah, but you're talking about
neutron-star levels of density.

Precisely.

Wow.

It sounds crazy, but this could work.

Well, how do we make it work, then?

Just upload a new command
into their base code?

I have a better idea.

- Ta-da.
- What's this?

This... This has been in storage
since we found it a while ago.

The Ancients used it
as part of their research

into the creation of
human-form Replicators.

What are you suggesting?

We have the technology,

the understanding of nanite coding.
I mean...

We have the Ancients' blueprints
for crying out loud.

You want to make your own Replicator?

Well, not a whole one.

Just a block of nanite cells, say,
you know, yea big,

just enough to get the ball rolling.

I don't know, Rodney...

I'm not talking about creating anything
with normal Replicator abilities.

Just a group of nanite cells
that can serve as a platform

for us to upload the new bonding program.

We take it to the Replicator
homeworld, we switch it on,

we beam it into a populated area,

and we sit back and watch.
It couldn't be easier.

- There is the one problem.
- Only one?

The Replicators on the planet
will be affected fairly quickly,

but there will be a definite delay
until there's enough mass

to attract the nanite cells in orbit.

So those ships will have
plenty of time to escape.

Unless we disable or destroy them.

They have 30 ships, we have two.

Well, if we don't disable them,
they're just going to fly away,

lay low and replicate a new army.

Thirty ships versus two,

it can't be done.

We might be able to get more ships.

Depending on what has happened
since I have been in captivity here,

I can easily bring another
12 ships to the battle.

Twelve ships willing to fight
shoulder-to-shoulder?

For a chance to destroy the Replicators
once and for all,

of course.

This brings the odds down to 2-to-1.

An alliance like this must be negotiated.

I will need to personally convince them

that this is the proper course of action.

Sit down.

First sign you crossed us...

I die. I know.

Well, this is different.

Receiving transmission.

Docking instructions.

All right, let's get this over with.

Now what?

You open the door.

Perhaps we should remove these.

I think it sends
the wrong message, don't you?

This is a mistake.

We need his help.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Well, we're here, let's see it through.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy, guys...

All right, the basic nanite
material has been formed.

Let's see if we can get them to interact.

I must say, Rodney,
this is quite an ingenious idea.

Would you expect anything less?

- Well...
- Well, what?

Well, you have been
in a bit of a rut lately.

- I have not.
- Okay, like, a dry spell maybe.

- That is not true.
- Okay.

- It's not.
- Okay! Okay.

Now, are we certain that these nanites
will not go beyond simple cohesion?

Of course.
I've disabled most of the normal protocols.

They won't be able to do anything
beyond form a simple block.

All right, here we go.

- It worked. You did it, Rodney.
- Naturally.

- McKay is back!
- Would you stop that? I was never gone.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute,
we've got a problem.

The cells aren't communicating properly.

This could be tougher than I thought.

And I don't want
to hear you say anything.

Be calm.

Here.

What the hell's going on?

Apparently, my fellow Wraith wanted to
speak to me without you being around.

Well, they might have just politely asked
us to stay in the Jumper.

Come, now, you would never have
let me leave your sight.

Well, we'll never know now, will we?

We have a deal.

Seven hives will join us in the fight.

Seven? You said 12.

Not all of them were convinced
that the mission was achievable.

Plus, many of our ships
are without queens.

We'd be unable to create new soldiers
should they fall.

If you'd prefer none...

All right, seven.

How did I wake up before Ronon?

We had to stun him several times.

I thought it would be best that
you were awake before he was.

Probably a good idea.

- Are we in space?
- The hives have already left.

They jettisoned your ship before they
jumped into hyperspace.

Anything else happen while we were
unconscious that I should know about?

I must return to Atlantis to help Dr. McKay
complete our plan.

Help me wake them up
and we'll get out of here.

McKAY: All right, looking good.

Rodney, it's being
held together by a force field.

I know. I just wanted to give the cells time
to establish their own internal cohesion.

Now we drop the field
and they should hold together.

Not bad, not bad.

Structure's intact.

Bonds are holding.

Damn it.

It's no use, Rodney. You've disabled too
many of the cells' basic protocols.

It was never designed to work this way.

In that case, there's only
one thing we can do.

Dr. Zelenka?
- Yes?

They need to see you
right away in Section 7.

We're having some power problems
in the infirmary.

I should go. This won't take too long.
Is it all right if I...

Just go, go.
You're probably holding me back anyway.

Ronon, let it go.

Take it as a compliment.
They were afraid of you.

Dial the gate.

I'm detecting a hyperspace
window forming.

Your guys forget something?

It's an ancestral warship.

Replicators. Dial the gate.

- How did they find us?
- I have an idea.

You are mistaken.

- Receiving transmission.
- What?

Sheppard,
that better not be you.

Larrin?

What the hell are you doing here?

What the hell are you doing here?

We picked up on seven hives
orbiting a single planet.

Seemed like something big
was going down,

so I thought we'd stop
and do a little intel.

Yeah, well, you just missed them.

I see that.

Now, tell me,
what are you doing here?

And better yet, why didn't those hives
destroy your puny little ship?

I take great offense to that,
but those are all good questions,

so we should talk.

Yes, we should. Use Bay 3.

Better her than Replicators, right?

Let's see what kind of mood she's in.

Larrin.

That Wraith better be a prisoner.

Now, look, I know how it looks.

- Kill it.
- Whoa, hey, hey, hey! No, no, no.

No killing, okay?

Just... Just hear me out.

So, the idea is to keep the Replicator
ships from leaving orbit

until this McKay guy can suck them
back down to the planet?

Couldn't have put it better myself.

And since you only have two ships...

We need the Wraiths to help.

Hmm.

We figure the Replicators have close to
30 ships guarding the surface.

The Wraith bring
another seven to the fight.

Still not very good odds.

No, no, but unless we,
I don't know,

meet someone with access to ships,
it will have to do.

One of the planets we trade with was
completely wiped out a few weeks ago.

We thought it was the Wraith,
but it didn't fit.

They weren't culled, they were leveled.

Replicators.

The last time we worked together,
I said I'd let you keep a few secrets.

But not anymore.

If we do this, we go all the way.

No holding back.

All right.

Look, your ship is still a mess.

We have scientists
that have the Ancient gene.

Maybe they can help you soup it up.

Well, I'll have to talk
to our governing council,

but even if they agree to move forward,

it'll be up to the individual ship captains
if they want to join us or not.

And fighting alongside the Wraith
isn't going to be popular.

Well, we know how persuasive
you can be.

I'll start making the calls.

Oh, great.

This is all working out for the best, it's...

Except for the part
where I'm still tied up, Larrin.

Larrin?

You and I have two very different
definitions of "This won't take too long. "

I know. I'm really sorry.
The naquahdah generator in Section 7

is giving us all sorts of trouble,
but it's fixed now.

I'm all yours.
What would you like to try now?

Actually, unencumbered by the continual
need to explain things to you,

I've actually made remarkable progress.

- Oh, really?
- Mmm.

The systems Ancients had in place
were designed to create fully-functional

humanoid replicants, right?

- Yes.
- Well, turns out that trying to create

something much simpler is, ironically,
much more difficult.

In the end, I was forced to compromise.

Wait, you're not suggesting that...

I know it wasn't part of the plan,
but it was either this or nothing.

Hello.

Oh, my.

I'm gonna check on McKay,
see if he made any progress.

I must go see Dr. Keller.

- Why's that?
- I was stunned.

We get stunned all the time.
Shake it off.

The circumstances are different.

How so?

I'm carrying a child.

You're what?

I'm pregnant, John.

Is this a joke?

Don't look at me.

It just happened.

I didn't know you were seeing anyone.

It is no one from Atlantis.

How far along are you?

About three months.

Three.

How long have you known?

- Just under two.
- Two.

We've been...
You let me put you out in the field

when you've known you were
three-months pregnant?

I tried to tell you.

You didn't try hard enough.

I am more than capable of...

You got stunned today. Do you have any
idea what kind of effect that has?

Athosian woman remain
very active in the community...

This is different.

We get shot at, beat up, stunned...

We take a chance every time
we walk through the gate.

- John...
- As of this second,

you are relieved from active duty.

Hey.

Congratulations.

Kanaan is the father?

- You knew that we were...
- I could tell.

The way you talked about him.

Yes, he is the father.

I'm sorry.

I will find him.

He is still alive, I feel it.

We'll find him. Together. I promise.

Come on.

Let's go get you checked out.

You know, "Ronon" is a good name,
boy or a girl.

- So that brings the grand total to...
- Fourteen.

Larrin said she can get
three or four more ships.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I'm taking Teyla off active duty.

- Why?
- She's pregnant.

Oh... Okay.

Who's the father?

I never asked.

Wow. Well, it has been one hell of a day.

There's one more thing
you need to see.

McKay has kind of thrown us a curveball.

Oh, great. I was just thinking
we need more of those today.

This is not what we talked about, Rodney.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but the block idea
didn't fly. This was the only way.

Do you have any idea what kind
of a security threat this is?

It's not as bad as you think.
I've stripped down its programing

as much as I possibly could without
sacrificing basic viability.

It can walk, it can talk, but it can't replicate
or change its form or anything.

Does she know why she was created?

Of course.

Well, then she has
a certain amount of self-awareness.

- Yeah, so?
- So?

Honestly, I'm not sure how comfortable
I am sending her to her death.

Death?

It can't die. It's not alive. It's a program.

I mean, its consciousness
is just a bunch of ones and zeros.

I mean, you can call it "she" all you want,
but it's still just a thing.

It's a prop. It's...

It's a really advanced
radio-controlled weapon.

I mean, you don't feel sorry
for your bullets, do you? Your bombs?

All right, still.

It's weird.

Yeah, well, at the end of the day,
it doesn't matter anyways,

because we don't have any other choice.

Well, we are teaming up with the Wraith.

I guess it's that kind of a mission.

- We have a problem.
- What is it?

I've been going over your calculations.

I thought it would be prudent
for the good of the mission.

- I hope you don't mind.
- No. No, it's fine.

I think you've underestimated how quickly
the nanite cells will adapt

to their changing circumstances.

The mass will be able
to manipulate its own form

before it reaches critical density.

- Are you sure?
- I'm quite positive.

Once the nanites regain control,

they will be able
to halt their own collapse.

At that point, they will be
extremely dangerous.

In other words, we're back to Godzilla.

I may have a solution.

We overload their ZPMs,
about half a dozen of them,

in a symmetrical pattern
around the Replicator mass.

The force of the explosion causes
the mass to compress even further,

essentially creating
our own Replicator fusion bomb.

The whole planet will be
destroyed in the process.

You don't mess around, do you?

All this is based on information
provided by a Replicator?

We have no reason to trust it.

We're not trusting it,
we're trusting Rodney.

Now, this causes a slight
new wrinkle in the plan.

I'll need to beam down to the Core room.

Along with Ronon and a squad of marines.

From there, I should be able
to hack into their systems

and set the ZPMs to overload.

In the meantime,
we'll be keeping their ships occupied.

The seven hives will space themselves
around the planet equally,

and our smaller ships will fill in the holes.

We could use you in my chair, Sheppard.

We have an arsenal of drones,
but none of my guys

can fire them quite like you can.

No place I'd rather be.

The hives will be dispatching
sizable waves of Darts to target

the Replicators' hyperdrive engines.

My 302s will join you.

Very well.

Now, while I'm working in the Core room,
we'll beam F.R.A.N. Down to the city.

Wait a minute, F.R.A. N?

Friendly Replicator Android.

I didn't realize we were naming things.

It noticed that Zelenka
and I both had names, and...

And she asked for one, so...

All right, let's move out.

Wow. That's quite a sight.

I remember when the Cold War ended
and we started doing

joint missions with the Russians.

I thought that was strange.

I've got confirmation from the fleet.
We're ready to go.

Set coordinates for
the Replicator homeworld.

This is quite exciting, isn't it?

It's a bit nerve-wracking, yeah.

I quite look forward to it.

You do?

One always wishes to fulfill one's purpose.

Right.

And you're fine with all this?

Why would I not be?
It's my reason for being.

Well, I know, it's just that you're...

- You're going to cease to be.
- Yes?

Well, I just imagined
you'd rather keep being than...

Than not.

Certainly, you're not worried for me,
are you, Doctor?

No, no. That would be silly.

Yes, it would.

- We should never have given it speech.
- Yeah.

Dr. McKay, we're approaching the target.

You need to get with Ronon
and the marines.

On my way.

Dr. McKay.

Yeah?

Good luck.

You, too, F.R.A.N.

Good luck.

Target their hyperdrives
with the beam weapons

and launch all 302s.

Beam the Replicator and McKay's team
down to their separate coordinates.

Fan out. Fan out.

All right, we're clear.

Okay. This won't take more than a minute.

Heavy damage and interior suction.

Transferring power from non-critical
systems to hull regeneration.

How's it coming, McKay?

I don't want to be doing this all day.

I'm done.

I've got total control of the power grid
and the ZPMs,

and F.R.A.N. Is...
F.R.A.N. Is just about to activate.

Hello.

It's working, just hold those ships
off a little longer.

I don't know how much longer
we can keep this up.

We just have to keep them busy.

I don't think they realize
what's happening yet.

One of the Replicator ships is heading
towards us at maximum sublight.

They're powering their hyperdrives.

Sheppard, do you see that?

Yeah. I got it.

It's working much faster
than I ever imagined.

When's it going to be big enough
to start pulling them from orbit?

Soon. Really soon.

Our shields can't take
much more of this, sir.

Hopefully, they won't have to.

Now get ready to transfer power
from the beam weapons to the...

- What the hell?
- Son of a bitch.

He actually did it.

What's happening?

The Replicator mass. It's so heavy,
it's sinking into the planet surface.

McKay, according to our readings, every
Replicator nanite is now part of the mass.

Can you confirm?

Copy that, Sam.

I'll set the countdown and...

Did you do that?

No.

It's the mass.

It's collapsed the subterranean power grid.

It's a blackout.

We're not gonna be able
to overload the ZPMs.

Not good. Not good. Not good!

Do you want me to
beam down there and help you?

The power grid's been destroyed,
there's nothing either of us can do.

What's the big deal?
You can't overload ZPMs?

Why don't we just send some nukes
down there and get this over with?

It's not as simple as that!

Look, in order to implode
a mass this large,

the explosion has to be timed
down to the nanosecond.

The force needs to be exactly right.

I mean, you can't just fire
a few nukes down here

and get the job done.

Well, it's gotta be better
than nothing.

I have to agree.

McKay, my sensors indicate
that the ground around the mass

is rich with neutronium.

Neutronium?

It's the base raw material
in Replicator cells.

And it makes all the sense in the world

why the Ancients would set up
on a planet where it's abundant.

This could be very useful.
Neutronium is incredibly dense.

And that helps us how?

McKAY: Sam, we are geniuses!

Here the mass is so super heavy
that it's sinking into the planet's surface.

If I dial it up just a little bit,

it'll attract the neutronium
and sink all the way to the core.

And the planet will exert enough
pressure on it to cause an implosion.

Just give me one more...

Got it!

- Um, we need to get out of here.
- All right, let's go. Come on!

As much as I'd love to, we shouldn't
stick around and watch this go down.

We should tell the fleet to jump to
the rendezvous point immediately.

The planet's become unstable.

I'm sorry you lost a ship.

Well, they knew
what they were getting into.

Yeah, but still.

You gonna stick around
and let my guys check this place out?

They already gave us a head start
when they got us battle ready.

Besides, I have some things
that need to get taken care of.

Yeah? Like?

Oh, nothing for you to concern
your pretty little head with.

Look, um...

Now that we're allies and stuff,

I should probably have some way
of contacting you,

you know, for professional reasons,
in case we need help again.

I know where Atlantis is now.
Don't worry. I'll stay in touch.

Colonel Sheppard, are you ready to beam?

Good seeing you again.

I bet it was.

Ready to beam.

- Welcome back.
Good to be back.

How are our good friends,
the Wraith?

Well, they never showed up
at the rendezvous point.

Hmm. Think they got caught
in the explosion?

I doubt it. I guess they just figured that
there was nothing left to talk about,

so as soon as the planet blew up,
we were back to being enemies.

Hmm. Wraith back to being enemies.
Replicators don't exist anymore,

you out of your dry spell...

- Hey!
- All is right with the world.

What are you working on anyway?

You'll be surprised to hear that removing

a planet from the database
is actually a lot of work.

I thought you'd be
pretty good at that by now.

You just can't resist bringing up the fact
that I once accidentally destroyed

a couple of planets, can you?

It was an entire solar system.

- You want to do the honors?
- No, go ahead.

All right, M7R-227,
you were a constant pain in the ass.

It's good to see you go.

- Lf only it was that easy in real life.
- Area 51's working on it.

You want to get late dinner?

- Absolutely.
- All right.

I would have loved to have
seen Ellis' face when my plan worked.

He's such a tool.

- I like him.
- You do?

Yeah. Good guy,
excellent judge of character.

Oh, I see.

I see where you're going with that.

Our intel was correct.
The planet has been completely destroyed.

Can you detect any
trace Replicator cells?

Negative. They've been
completely wiped out.

Good.

We can finally get to work without having
to look over our shoulders.

It's time to begin.