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Thank you for meeting with me,
Mr. Secretary.
Emil verachek.
I thought you were dead.
I was...
For many years.
Ueo spent millions of dollars erasing you, doctor.
What are you doing out of hiding?
I had to. I'm dying.
I'm not interested in your deathbed confessions.
Far as I'm concerned,
you and your filthy work can go straight to hell.
My work is not dead.
Your work was abolished,
your laboratories destroyed.
No, Mr. Secretary. One was not.
I don't believe you.
There was a lab on an outpost.
No one knew about it,
not even those
who thought they'd absolved themselves forever
of the ueo's crimes against humanity,
not even those who feel they've made peace with themselves
or the ueo.
Captain, I've got an incoming vessel
requesting permission to dock.
I.d. It, mister O'Neill.
Ueo assault craft-- specs classified.
Classified?
She's transmitting a secured I.D. Code.
It's section seven, sir.
Commander.
We're being boarded by section seven.
Did you know about this?
No, but I'm sure as hell going to find out.
As captain of this ship,
I'll recognize your authority over this boat,
that is,
if your paperwork's in order.
All right. What the hell are you doing here?
They're with me.
I'll need my boat back, captain.
For how long?
I don't know.
You don't need section seven to get your boat.
Next time,
leave these gestapo bastards at home.
I'm sorry, Oliver...
But, for the duration of this mission,
I am section seven.
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We're going into macronesian territory.
Macronesian territory?
The mission's strictly "need to know."
I'll try to give you as much information as possible.
Knowing you, it won't be enough.
Whose orders are you following?
No one's. These are my orders.
That's why I have section seven authority
and why I'm asking you to help me.
I don't know what I'm getting into.
You're not getting into anything.
I am.
I'm going to need commander Ford
and Lucas.
Now, look, if we're lucky,
in 24 hours, you'll have your boat and crew back.
If I'm taking seaquest into macronesian territory,
it could be considered an act of war.
I have an obligation to my crew
to inform them of your objectives.
We're taking an alliance outpost on banaba island.
We turned that base over to the alliance.
Why are we risking war to take a useless weather station?
We're not taking the island.
We're taking something classified from it,
something the ueo left there a long time ago.
Why section seven?
It's important-- security.
Commander Ford, set a course--
157 Mark 6, full ahead.
And, commander,
you and ensign wolenczak to the wardroom.
On the double.
Aye, sir.
The alliance base at banaba
is very lightly garrisoned--
20 men at best.
We're going to be approaching it
by this protected trench.
That'll take us
to the docking port below the base.
Then we'll be looking
for the underground chambers.
Any comments, commander?
You know this base?
As an ensign, I was put into 30-day rotations
right out of the academy.
I was there less than a month.
I thought, because you were there,
you might be able to help us.
A ventilation system runs the length of the base.
It's completely isolated from everything above.
If they're using the base as a weather station,
there's a good chance
they don't know the chambers exist.
We're be looking for these.
Those are baranite data crystals.
They haven't used crystals for over a decade.
They're too unstable.
These were designed for medical image archives.
Whatever they were used for, our job's to find them.
This base has seen a lot of combat.
Assuming those crystals are still intact,
they could be buried under meters of rock.
Well, if we use microwave scanners
to search the chambers,
we may have enough resolution
to pick up the baranite.
Captain, if this was all so important,
why did the ueo shut down the base
to begin with?
Maybe the ueo wasn't supposed to know
about the chambers.
But they know about them now.
How long do you expect me to keep seaquest hidden
from alliance patrols?
As long as you have to.
[O'Neill] Captain Hudson,
we're approaching the macronesian border.
Hold position, lieutenant.
I'll be there shortly.
Very good, sir.
Uh, Lucas, we haven't got much time.
I'll get the scanners ready.
I was hoping that any information you might have
from your tour of duty
could expedite finding those crystals.
Sir, I was just an ensign.
I'm not sure I know anything
that could help you.
I'll get my things.
For now, it seems we're the only ones out here.
Thank you.
You can prep for launch.
Captain Bridger.
I want to go with you.
Not this time, dagwood.
Please, I have to go.
I said, stand down.
But, commander Ford--
dagwood, you are not going.
Why do you want to go?
I don't know.
I just think...
Uh, I just feel...
Like there is something there
that I should know.
O.k. Get your gear.
Thank you, sir.
Captain, I'm picking up several objects dead ahead.
Those are proximity mines.
Ueo wanted this channel guarded very well.
What if the alliance put their own mines in there, as well?
At least we'll know where half of them are.
I thought you weren't with the military any longer, sir.
I thought so, too.
I know this is difficult for you.
When you found out I'd enlisted,
I figured you wouldn't speak to me.
Now you're section seven.
How do you expect me to act?
I expect you to act like a soldier...
Ensign.
Captain.
The entrance is completely blocked off.
If we try and blast our way through,
the alliance will know we're here.
We'll have to abort.
Not your decision to make.
What about that gap?
It's about 4, maybe 5 meters wide.
I wouldn't suggest it.
[Sigh]
Nice driving.
There's the docking ring ahead.
Looks like the seals are still intact.
Prepare to embark.
O.k.
The power systems are still active.
Well, this complex would have a generator
apart from the other base.
Aah!
What are you getting?
I'm picking up other tunnels in the vicinity.
Most of them look like they're blocked,
but they're empty.
The only thing moving down here is us, captain.
Aah!
What is it, dagwood?
Feeling...
Looks like some kind of storage unit.
Cryogenic would be my guess.
None of them are still working, captain.
My god.
He's dead, dagwood.
I know.
Ensign, follow me.
Ensign.
There's one thing I don't understand,
which is some of this equipment here
is ueo technology.
Dagger research was outlawed
long before the ueo was ever formed.
With all due respect, I think we deserve an explanation.
Early in my career,
I did a stint in intelligence.
One of my jobs
was to supervise gelf experimental projects.
This base was one of them.
When we found out the doctor here
was using methods that were extreme...
How extreme?
We shut him down,
destroyed the research...
So I thought.
What are we talking about?
Let's respect the captain's need for secrecy
and get this done.
Yes, sir.
Make I.D.
Recon drones.
Helm, full stop.
Retract w.S.K.R.S.
Aye, sir.
We've been detected?
I don't think so. The drones haven't changed course,
but we'll be in their sensor range
in 6 1/2 minutes, sir.
Mister O'Neill,
you think that animal could be of assistance?
It's a possibility, sir.
Give it a shot.
Aye, sir.
[Tone]
Darwin, do you know what w.S.K.R.S. Are?
Eyes and ears for seaquest.
There are things in the water which look like w.S.K.R.S.
I want you to go out, find them,
and break them.
Understand?
Darwin strong.
Will go play catch.
O.k.
Go.
Now.
Scratch two, sir.
Very good, mister O'Neill.
Redeploy w.S.K.R.S.-- Maximum range.
Helm. All ahead slow.
Bring us into position.
Mister piccolo,
all weapon systems to stand-by.
Aye, aye, sir.
Stations stand down to a class-two alert.
I doubt the alliance is going to believe
that their drones had an unfortunate run-in with marine life.
[Beeping]
What's wrong?
We lost two reconnaissance drones
in ocean sector c-19.
What happened?
I'm not sure.
Call it in to fleet command.
Banaba weather station to alliance fleet command.
Alliance fleet command. Go ahead.
O.k. We're getting pretty close
to the base Garrison.
We should work our way up from there.
[Metal crashes]
Which way, commander?
Ensign.
This way.
I don't know.
This way.
What is this?
What is it?
Laser scalpels.
DNA sampler.
Bio-assays.
This must have been state of the art 20 years ago.
This must have been used for autopsies.
A surgical table.
What is this?
They were tortured.
You knew about this?
What happened here, commander?
Research.
What kind of research?
Don't you even know what they were doing here?
I was a guard.
I don't know why they singled me out.
I was told to report
to a part of the base I'd never been before.
They had me move a body to this room, a gelf.
They said they were doing medical research on them.
I thought he was dead.
He attacked two mps, then started towards me.
Let me go.
I thought they were going to help him.
I thought they wanted to help.
I don't know why they singled me out.
I don't know why.
You were a good soldier.
Why were they hurting daggers?
Were they punished for hurting daggers?
You saw this?
This island was designated "priority one security."
Revealing what was happening here
would have been treason.
Treason to expose a crime against humanity?
Are we going to expose to the world
what happened here
once we've gotten what we came for, captain?
Captain, banaba security designations
would have fallen under your aegis,
or did you just routinely
give away top security codes
to worthless island outposts?
I had my orders,
and I wasn't here.
You knew the ueo was experimenting on gelfs
in direct violation of international law.
All of my life...
I wanted to be
a normal... Human being.
Let's find the crystals.
W.s.k.r.s. Detect an alliance fighter
retracing the route of the recon drones.
Their sensors will detect us in...30 seconds.
Helm, bring us to course 106 Mark 5.
That's in the middle of his search pattern.
No way he'll miss us.
I'm counting on it.
Incoming!
Launch intercepts.
Intercepts away.
Ready grapnel torpedo. Fire on my Mark.
A grapnel?
You heard.
Aye. A grapnel on your Mark.
[Alarm sounding]
Now. Torpedo away.
Reel him in, mister piccolo.
Mister piccolo?
I'm trying, sir. He's fighting it.
He's overloading his engine.
Hail him.
[Beep beep]
He won't answer, sir.
His reactor's over the limit.
Alliance fighter, this is seaquest.
Stand down, and you will not be harmed.
You will not be harmed.
He didn't have a chance to send a distress signal.
He didn't have to.
Two drones and a recon ship along the same coordinates?
I put the base on full alert.
What in hell's going on?
I don't know, sir,
but I intend to find out.
You do that.
Activate perimeter laser cannons.
Set sensors to full-range scan.
There's a compromise in the ventilation system.
Take a recon team and check it out.
If you see anything, shoot it.
You and you, come with me.
Dagwood.
I know you're mad.
I don't blame you.
Well, I blame you,
all of you.
Rachel told me monotones are bad.
"Monotones"?
You!
That you did horrible things to daggers.
I didn't believe her.
I told her you are my friends.
Dagwood, we are your friends.
Then why do you hurt daggers?
Why is it so hard for me to understand
how you could be my friends
and still hurt my kind?
Dagwood.
No!
Dagwood, this isn't going to help.
There's so much pain.
Dagwood, hurting yourself
is not going to make the pain go away.
Lucas...
The pain is here.
Pain.
Captain!
This is the only one that still works.
And following a full biogenetic scan,
we proceeded to phase two of the experiment.
The subject 87's left appendage
was severed at the capsula articularis humeri.
To simulate battlefield conditions,
no anesthesia was applied.
They cut off his arm.
Initial regeneration commenced
approximately 72 seconds following amputation.
Growing back?
Morphogenesis of the bone matrix
was complete within nine minutes.
Nerve-cell and muscle regrowth
proceeded concurrent with natural growth.
A self-regenerating dagger.
It can take any hit in battle
and keep on coming.
The ueo was conducting genetic experiments
to build the perfect soldier.
You were part of this.
That was your deal with mcgath, wasn't it?
You bring back the crystals
and you get to vanquish
all evidence of your compliance
with the darkest moment in ueo history.
No, captain, that's it.
Whatever else you and commander Ford have to say,
you were part of that time.
Now we're here to salvage
the intelligence from those atrocities
because somewhere
in the whole sick scheme of genetic engineering,
they have value.
Yes, they do.
I guess that doesn't preclude
to why we came here, does it?
No, it doesn't.
Oliver.
Yes, Nathan.
I think we got what we came for.
Very good,
chart an intercept course.
We're picking up another ship--
coming in fast,
and it's big.
Displacement-- 20,000 metric tons.
Mister O'Neill?
Doesn't match anything in our records.
Being hailed, sir.
On the screen.
You're in violation
of macronesian territorial waters, captain.
We were responding to a distress call from your scout.
300 kilometers outside your borders?
Seaquest doesn't observe borders
when human life is involved.
We found the scout ship.
The wreckage indicates a reactor overload.
Unfortunately, it appears you were too late.
I'm sorry.
Your help...
Is no longer necessary.
Yes, but, unfortunately,
it is we who now need your help.
We damaged our propulsion array
and lost a couple of engines.
Then you'll allow us to escort you
to the nearest alliance port for repairs.
That would be greatly appreciated.
Get underway as soon as possible.
Thank you, sir.
Piccolo.
Plot a course, a bad one--
variations in speed, soft rudder,
generally futz it up.
I think I can still do that.
There's a breach in ventilation shaft delta-six.
We have intruders.
Attention all personnel-- intruder alert.
Seal the base. Activate defense grid.
No one is to leave this island alive.
[Beeping]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Life forms heading this way
and more through the ventilation shaft.
They must have found where we cut through.
Let's get the charges in place.
We're running out of time.
Let's go.
I'm not going.
Dagwood, we got to go. Come on.
Then go.
We're not leaving without you.
Dagwood, I'm ordering you
back to the assault craft.
Are you disobeying an order?
Yes, I am, commander.
I'm not going to do what you tell me.
This is more right.
If you don't go, you're going to die.
Like the others.
They couldn't leave. You can.
If their lives are to mean anything,
you have to leave.
They're on us!
Hold them!
[Beeping]
Dagwood, in four minutes,
this entire place will be obliterated forever,
all of us--you, me,
captain Bridger, Lucas,
and a handful of soldiers who don't have to die will
if we don't leave here now.
Dagwood, I'm sorry.
I can't hold them much longer!
Captain Bridger, take Lucas and go.
If this place is going to be destroyed,
everything that's part of it has got to be destroyed.
I can't hold them!
Go!
You would do that for daggers?
I'm doing it for me.
I could've done something, and I didn't.
No. No one else must die.
If everyone dies,
no one will remember.
We have to remember.
Lucas!
Come on, Lucas!
We have to go!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go!
Go!
Uncoupling docking port.
Let's see how lucky you are getting us out of here.
Yeah, let's see.
Captain, I've got the assault craft.
The macronesian ship is changing course to intercept.
Sir, it's splitting apart.
Very creative.
Fredricks!
Take the specter. Keep them occupied.
Request permission to join the detail, sir.
You've logged less than 40 hours in a specter,
zero in combat.
I can't think of a better time to start, captain.
Fredricks is good, sir,
but one subfighter can't hold off three macronesian boats.
Permission granted. Go.
Thank you.
There's a sub closing in on us.
Evasive maneuvers.
Brace yourselves.
One down.
I've got a torpedo on my tail.
I can't shake it.
Don't panic, piccolo. I'm on the way.
Don't risk the shuttle on me.
Piccolo, eject.
Eject!
Ha ha.
Now, that's a rush.
I'd say he's getting the hang of it.
Warn them.
Firing plasma lasers.
They got the message.
Macronesian sub is abandoning pursuit.
Assault craft entering docking port two, captain.
When we have them onboard,
get us out of here, emergency speed.
Lieutenant, com is yours.
Yes, sir.
Nathan.
Mcgath's trying to reach you.
Thanks, captain.
Put him through.
I can't do that.
O'Neill's overhauling the communications array.
Could be an hour before it's back on-line.
Was it necessary to do that now?
I like to keep the ship in top form.
And you didn't seem too eager to talk to mcgath.
Whatever you decide...
I'll back you.
Thanks, Oliver.
I'll always wonder what would've happened
if I let him get away.
He never would've gotten off the island alive
and neither would you, knowing section seven.
Your life would've been a lot different, Jonathan.
My life is different.
It'll never be the same.
What are we going to do?
Not our decision to make.
I need to talk to you.
Go away.
No, please, listen.
I have to explain what's inside this crystal.
I don't want to know.
Now, look, you need to know.
A decision has to be made
about the information inside here.
This information could mean a better world for all gelfs.
How could that...Evil make a better life?
The information from the experiments
could make you well when you were sick.
Then that's good.
If you can live with the way the experiments were conducted.
Mmm...mmm...
You make the decision.
I can't because I turned my back
on the way the operation was run 30 years ago.
You have to make it.
How do I decide?
You just do.
You listen to what your guts tell you
and then do what feels right.
[Beeping]
It's all set up.
Just have to press this button.
[Beep]
My name is Matthew.
Genetic type w3-e56.
Eyes--brown.
Height--6'0".
Weight--195 pounds.
I've been learning how to read.
Dr. Verachek says he's very impressed
with my level of intelligence
and says I'm perfect for studies.
He says that with my strength and my commitment,
I'll help other gelfs live a better life.
I like Dr. Verachek.
He says that he's very proud of me.
He's my friend.
Excellent, Matthew.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Thank you, doctor.
Thank you, doctor.
Thank you, doctor.
Thank you, doctor.
Thank you, doctor.
Do I know you?
We were together on banaba island.
I could've stopped you, doctor,
but I was afraid.
I was afraid not to do my job,
afraid of you.
And you knew that.
That's why I was there--
because I was a good soldier.
You used me.
Please. What do you want?
I'm still a good soldier,
but i'm no longer afraid,
not of you or section seven
or of the truth about your ungodly work.
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