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Dial The Gate!

Dial It Now!

I Swear, Sir,

I Thought They Wanted
To Smoke A Peace Pipe.

(Yelling)

'Morning, Sergeant.
'Morning, Sir.

When Is SG-1 Due Back?

Hour And 22 Minutes
From Now, Sir.

When They Get Back, Tell
Major Carter I Have A Message.

Yes, Sir.

Incoming Wormhole.

Receiving SG-1'S
Identification Code.

It's A Code Red, Sir.
Looks Like They're Under Fire.

Defense Unit And Medical
Team To The Gate Room.

Opening The Iris.

Next.

I've Been Shot.

Some Sort Of Tranquilizers...

Steady Pulse.

He's Just Unconscious, Sir.

I'd Classify P2x-374
As Unfriendly, Sir...

Fairly Primitive,
From The Looks Of It.

I Presume Captain Hagman
Will Need To Be Reassigned?

I'd Say So, Sir.

We'll Debrief In
One Hour. Dismissed.

Oh, Major...

I Got A Call This
Morning From Area 51.

It's Done.

Jonas...

Major...

How Is Colonel O'Neill?

He's Got A Partially
Torn Ligament In His Knee.

He'll Be Okay.

Captain Hagman?

He'll Make A Full Recovery.

Does That Make Eight Now?

Nine, If You Count The Two
Hours Captain Matthison Lasted.

Right.

So There Was No Need
For Ancient Babylonian?

Not Exactly.

Do You Think You Can
Spare A Few Hours?

Sure. For What?

Well, You've Been
Here Three Months.

General Hammond Felt You
Might Finally Like To Leave The Base.

Yes. That Would Be Great.

Where Are We Going?

Nevada.

Clear Skies, 73 Degrees...

There Are At Least You Know.

But This One,
This One Is Fantastic.

I Mean, You Have
All Of Your Weather

From All Over
Your Planet Right Here,

Even The Long-Range Forecasts.

It's Like Predicting The Future.

Well, There Is Some
Science Involved.

I Know.

What's In Nevada?

Do You Like Surprises?

Sure. I Love Them.

Hey, Major?

How Do I Know
What Color To Wear?

We Call Each Other
Every Morning...

Major,

I Thought You'd Like
To See The Prototype

As Soon As It Was Completed.

Wow. You're Way
Ahead Of Schedule.

Very Impressive.

Thank You.

Oh, No, No, No, No, No, No, No.

I'm... I'm Sorry?

Dr. Larry Murphy,
Colonel Jack O'Neill.

This Is Teal'c,

And This Is Jonas Quinn,
The Man Responsible

For Introducing Us
To The Naquadria.

Pleasure To Meet You.

In Case There Was Some Doubt
About What I Was Just Saying,

No.

Um, I'm Sorry, To What Exactly?

O'Neill Believes
You Are Going To Request

That We Test-Fly This Aircraft.

Oh, Yeah, Of Course.

Sir, I Wasn't Around For It,

But We're All Quite Familiar

With Your Experience

With The X-302'S Predecessor.

Are You Now, Really?

Well, Sir, I Can Tell You That
This Is A Very Different Ship.

Sir, The X-301
Was A Modified Glider.

Now, While Many
Of The 302'S Systems

Where Retroengineered
From Goa'uld Technologies,

It Is Entirely Human-Built.

So Is The Titanic.

Sir, This Could Be The Most
Important Breakthrough For Earth

Since The Discovery
Of The Stargate.

Why's That?

It's Got Four Different
Sets Of Engines,

Air-Breathing Jets, Modified
Aerospikes For High Altitude,

And A Rocket Booster.

You Said Four, Right?

The Fourth Engine Is A
Hyperspace Window Generator.

Even Goa'uld Gliders
Are Not Capable

Of Entering Hyperspace.

That's Because They're Too Small

To Carry The Goa'uld
Version Of The Generator.

Ours Are Much More Compact.

Because Of The Naquadria.

Jonas, This Was All Made
Possible Because Of You.

It's Still A Few Weeks
Away From A Practical Test,

But All Preliminary
Indications Look Good.

If This Performs
The Way It Was Designed To,

The X-302 Will Be The First
Human-Built Space Craft

Capable Of Interstellar Travel.

The Deal Made
By Our Governments, General...

I Am Aware Of Every Aspect
Of The Arrangement, Colonel.

Jack, Come In.

Colonel, You Know
Colonel Chekov,

The Russian Envoy To The SGC.

We've Met.

Colonel Chekov Feels That As
A Symbol Of Our Joint Efforts,

A Russian Officer
Should Be Assigned

To Join SG-1.

Over My Rotting Corpse, Sir.

Colonel?

I'm Sorry.
Did I Say That Out Loud?

I Said I Would
Discuss It With You

And That I Was Sure You Would
Give It Some Careful Thought.

And That I Will, General,

But I'm Still Pretty Sure
I'll Say, "Bite Me."

Colonel, Would You Excuse Us?

General.

So Sorry.

I'm Sorry, General.

You Know I Mean
No Disrespect Toward You.

I Know.

I Probably Should Have Reprimanded
You In Front Of The Colonel,

But I Agree With Your
Sentiments In This Case.

Who Decided Every Team
That Goes Through The Gate

Has To Have Four People?

No One Says They Do,

But Daniel Jackson Provided
SG-1 With Invaluable Knowledge,

Linguistic Skills,

And In My Opinion,
A Very Beneficial Viewpoint,

One, I Think, Is Important
Enough To Try And Replace.

But Not With A Russian.

I Agree,

But My Patience Is Starting
To Wear Thin On This Matter.

I Think I've Given You A
Great Deal Of Latitude Lately,

Given The Situation.

Sir...

Jack, You're Off
The Mission List Anyway

Until That Knee Fully Heals.

Use The Time To Try And
Get Some Perspective.

Find Someone Qualified
You Can Work With.

I'll Have All Available Personnel
Files Forwarded To You.

Dismissed.

Yes, Sir.

Major. Yeah?

I Realized I Never
Actually Thanked You

For Letting Me See The X-302.

Well, General Hammond
Ordered Me To Invite You.

Oh.

I'm Glad The Naquadria
Is Going To Be Useful.

Yeah, Looks That Way.

Can I See The Plans For It?

Yeah.

General Hammond Says
I Should Give You

Anything You Want
Regarding Naquadria Research,

So... He's A Man Of His Word.

I Doubt It'll Mean Much To
You Without An Understanding

Of Our Science And Engineering.

Well, Maybe You Can
Recommend Some Related Reading.

Yeah, Sure. I'll Type Up A List.

Great. Thanks.

You Know, Major,

I'm As Physically Fit
As Anybody On This Base,

And I've Committed To Memory
Almost All Of Dr. Jackson's Work.

Everything?

According To The Tests
Dr. Fraiser Administered,

I Have The Ability To Learn Much
Quicker Than The Average Human.

All Very Interesting
Information, But...

I Want To Join You,

Explore Other Planets,

Discover New Worlds,
New Cultures,

Help Rid The Galaxy
Of The Goa'uld.

I Get The Picture.

I Can't Stay Here On This
Base The Rest Of My Life.

I Can't Go Back To My Planet.

They Don't Realize The
Threat That's Out There.

I Can Help Them By Helping You.

I Can Also Help Finish
What Dr. Jackson Started.

Jonas...

I Understand Why
You Want To Join SG-1,

And I'm Sorry,

But I Just Don't
See It Happening.

He Trusts You.

I Believe It Is You
He Must Learn To Trust.

How Can He Learn To Trust Me

If He Won't Even
Speak To Me, You Know?

He Holds Me Responsible For
What Happened To Dr. Jackson.

I Believe You Are Correct.

How Can I Even Begin
To Make Up For It

If He Won't Give Me The Chance?

Is This Really
A Sport On This Planet?

Are You Injured, Jonas Quinn?

It'll Take More Than That.

I'll Tell You What,

If 1 Knock You Down,

You've Got To Talk To
Colonel O'Neill For Me.

Okay.

I'm Okay.

I Wasn't Ready.

I'm Ready Now.

Little Snack?

I'm Telling You, The
Universities Of This Great Nation

Are Getting A Little Lax
In Their Admissions.

To Whom Are You
Referring, O'Neill?

I Can Be As Diplomatic
And Open-Minded As Anyone.

Hammond Is Insisting

SG-1 Needs A Sociopolitical Nerd

To Offset Our
Overwhelming Coolness.

Have You Considered Jonas Quinn?

Now, I Know
You've Been Practicing,

But I Still Can't Tell.

Is That A Joke?

He Wishes To Join The
Fight Against The Goa'uld.

He's An Ali...

En.

He's An Alien.

The Point Is
I Don't Think We Need

Someone Else On The Team.

You, Carter, And I Can
Handle Things Just Fine.

You Learned
To Trust Me, O'Neill.

That's Different.

I Do Not Believe It Is.

Like Me, Jonas Quinn May
Be An Alien To This World,

But He Has Vowed To Commit
Himself To The Cause Of The Tauri.

Yeah, Well, That Doesn't Mean

I Want Him Watching
My Back In Battle, Okay?

Unscheduled Incoming Travel.

Bratac, What's Up?

Tek Mate, Master Bratac.

I Am Sorry I Did Not
Come Sooner, Teal'c.

Drey'auc Is Gravely Ill.

No Need To Ask. Go.

I Didn't Know He Had A Wife.

Yeah, And A Son, Ryac.

They Were Banished
From Their Home On Chulak

When Teal'c Defected.

At One Point, Apophis
Actually Brainwashed Ryac

And Tried To Use Him Against Us.

Bratac's Been Looking Out
For Them Ever Since.

So Why Didn't Teal'c
Just Bring Them Here?

Well, Drey'auc Wanted To Stay

With Her Own People If Possible.

Teal'c Was Away On Missions

Most Of The Time Anyway.

He Tries To Get Home
As Often As He Can,

But It's Not Easy For Him.

You'd Never Know, Would You?

Teal'c's Not Exactly
An Open Book.

Still, I'm Usually Much
Better At Reading People.

Major!

Why Was I Not Informed
About The X-302?

For Example, It Might Not
Be That Obvious To Everyone,

But This Man
Is Actually Very Upset.

How Did You Find Out
About The X-302, Colonel?

That Is Not The Issue.

Article 3a Clearly States...

The X-302 Has Nothing
To Do With The Stargate.

The Naquadria Being Used

To Power The Hyperspace
Window Generator

Was Procured Through...

Unauthorized Incoming Wormhole.

What Now?

I'll Take Any Thing Over This.

We're Not Receiving An Idc, Sir.

In Fact, There's Nothing, Sir.

What's Up?

Apparently, Nothing.

Nothing?

So It Would Seem.

That's A Twist.

Gate's Functioning Properly.

We're Definitely Looking
At An Incoming Wormhole.

But Nothing Is Incoming?

As Far As I Can Tell.

The Goa'uld Used
That Tactic Before.

To Block Our Escape
While They Attacked In Ships,

Yeah.

Nothing From
Deep Space Watch, Either.

This Doesn't Make Any Sense.

In Order To Keep
A Wormhole Open,

You Have To Send
Something Through,

A Radio Signal, Anything.

We're Getting Nothing.

Figure It Out, Major.

I'll Call The President.

Yes, Sir.

Don't Look At Me.

I've Got Nothing.

As You See,
Conditions Are Harsh.

They Have Been Safe Here.

They Must Be Moved To The
New Outpost Built By The Tauri.

All Jaffa Who Support Our Cause

Are Welcome There.

Drey'auc Is In No State
To Be Moved Now.

Why Did You Wait?

As It Is, I Have Brought You
Here Against Her Wishes.

She Has Always Been Proud.

She Refused To Accept
The New Symbiote.

Was One Procured?

No, She Did Not
Wish Us To Sacrifice

The Life Of Another Jaffa
To Save Her Own,

Even One Who Still
Foolishly Worshipped

The False Gods.

We Would All Choose
The Same Fate.

In The Past... It Is Not
The Past, My Friend.

The Dissent We Have Bred

Has Brought About Many Changes.

The Goa'uld No Longer
Trust The Jaffa Priests

With Their Young
As They Once Did.

Ryac.

You Dare Show Your Face Here?

She Is Dead Because Of You.

Could It Be A
Malfunction Of Some Kind?

It's Possible, Sir,
But Highly Unlikely.

Chances Are,
Somebody Dialed Earth

From An Off-World Gate.

Wrong Number?

Well, Normally, The Gate
Shuts Down Automatically

After A Short Period Of Time

If Nothing's Entering
The Event Horizon

From The Outgoing Location.

So What Do We Do?

We Wait.

To My Knowledge, No One's
Been Able To Sustain A Wormhole

For Longer Than 38 Minutes.

Could Whoever's Behind This
Redial Our Gate Repeatedly

Just To Keep Us From Using It?

I've Programmed The Computer
To Dial The Alpha Site

Immediately After The
Incoming Wormhole Expires

Just In Case.

We'll Be Able To Recall
Our Off-World Teams

And Hopefully Contact
Someone Who Can Help.

It's Still On.

38 Minutes, Give Or
Take A Few Seconds.

How Many Is A Few?

Okay, Now We Have A Problem.

She Believed In You,

In The Fight You Have Chosen.

As You Once Did.

How Long Were We
To Live Like This?

Are We All To Die Like She Did?

Nothing Has Changed.

The Goa'uld Can Be Defeated.

As Long As We Must
Carry Symbiotes,

We Will Depend On The
Goa'uld For Our Lives.

We Will Find A Way To Be Free.

My Mother Will Never Know
This Freedom You Speak Of.

She Had No Choice.

You Brought This Upon Her.

You Chose For The Both Of Us.

Now, As Any Warrior Would...

I Choose To Avenge Her Death.

Everything I Have Done,
I Have Done For You.

Then I Am Ashamed,

For You Have Done Nothing
But Bring Pain And Misery

And Above All False Hope

To Countless Jaffa.

Then Fire Your Weapon.

Major, There's A Rise In
Power Being Retained

By The Gate's
Internal Capacitors

Of 0.1%.

Well, While There's
An Open Wormhole,

The Value Tends To Fluctuate

By At Least That Much, Anyway.

Not For The Last
12 Minutes, It Hasn't.

Go To Gate Diagnostic
Screen Four.

Normal. No Incoming
Energy Readings.

Increase Sensitivity By 50%.

What Was That?

Could Be Interference
In The Line

Between The Gate And Computer.

There It Is Again. Increase
Sensitivity By 200%.

That's Well Within The
Accepted Margin Of Error

For The Sensors.

I Know, Try It Anyway.

I Admit, It's A
Pretty Small Anomaly,

But It Could Be Contributing
To The Power Buildup In The Gate.

But... Errors Are
Random, Lieutenant.

Whatever This Is,
It Has A Distinct Pattern.

Right.

Fight! Or Do You Not Consider
Me A Worthy Opponent?

You Should Be Glad He Does Not,

For If He Did,
He Would Snap You In Half.

You Have Become Skilled, Ryac,

But A True Jaffa Warrior

Does Not Let Grief
Cloud His Judgment.

I Choose My Opponent

As Foolishly As He Chose His.

Teal'c Chose Your Mother's Fate

No More Than He Chose His Own.

We Are All Victims
Of The Goa'uld.

No, Master Bratac,

Ryac Is Correct.

I Have Failed
Both He And His Mother.

The Boy Passes Judgment

Without Having Fought
A Single Battle.

Fighting A War
That Appears Unwinnable

Does Not Make
One's Cause Less Noble.

He Cares More For Dying

Than For His Own
Flesh And Blood.

So Must All Jaffa

If Any Of Us Are Ever
To Taste Freedom.

We've Detected An Energy
Buildup Within The Gate.

It's Being Transmitted
Through The Incoming Wormhole.

We Didn't Notice It Before

Because Our Sensors
Aren't Calibrated

To Measure Something This Small.

The Iris Appears To Be Holding.

Yes, Sir.

It's Likely Slowing The
Energy Transfer Significantly,

But It's Not
Stopping It Completely.

Doesn't Sound So Bad.

Actually, Sir, It Is.

The Gate Itself
Is One Giant Superconductor

Capable Of Absorbing
Huge Amounts Of Energy.

Now, If That Capacity
Is Eventually Exceeded,

The Naquadah That
The Stargate's Made Up Of

Will Become Charged
And Could Eventually Explode.

How Long?

A Few Days, Maybe Less.

We're Calculating It Right Now.

Is There Any Good News?

Just Bad And Worse, Sir.

We're Talking About A
Blast 2,000 To 3,000 Megatons.

Enough To Take Out Colorado.

The Resulting
Environmental Effects

Could Destroy All Life On Earth.

There's Worse?

We Have No Idea How To Stop It.

Shel Mak.

Shel Assah.

Let Him Mourn.

He Has Grown To Hate Me.

He Does Not,

Nor Does He Truly Believe
Our Cause Is Futile.

Drey'auc Would Not Allow It.

Then Why Does He Speak
As He Does?

Self-Doubt.

Since The Day
Apophis Brainwashed Him,

He Has Believed
His Own Mind Is Weak.

It Is Not True.

You Were No
Different At His Age.

After The Death Of Your
Father At The Hands Of Cronus,

Fear Almost Consumed You.

Like Ryac, It Was
Desire For Vengeance

That Gave You Strength.

Ryac Misplaces His Blame.

He Directs His Malice
Towards You

Because He Believes
You Doubt Him

As Much As He Doubts Himself.

Why Would He Believe
Such A Thing?

Because You Are His Father

And You Have Not
Told Him Otherwise.

Not So Long Ago,

I Was Captured In Battle

And Apophis
Took Control Of My Mind.

He Made Me Believe

That I Was Once Again
His Loyal First Prime,

And I Turned On My
Friends Who Trusted Me.

Were It Not For Bratac

And The Rite Of M'al Sharran,

I Would Have Died

Believing That
Apophis Was My God.

Whether You Believe In Me

Or What I Have Chosen To Do

Does Not Change The Fact

That I Have Never
Doubted Your Heart, Ryac.

You Need Never Win
Back My Trust, My Son,

For You Have Never Lost It.

Shouldn't We Be Cutting All Power
To The Gate? Won't Do Any Good.

Incoming Wormholes
Draw All Their Energy

From The Off-World Source.

Major Carter Still Wants
To Be Able To Monitor The Gate

Through The Feedback System.

We Can't Use The Russian Gate,

Because You Can't
Dial Out Of Another Gate

When There's Already An Established
Incoming Wormhole To Earth.

Energy Buildup Has Reached 18%.

There Has To Be A Way
To Drain The Capacitors.

Still Sexy As Ever, I See.

What Are You Doing Here?

Well, There's No Point In Building
Naquadah Reactors For Russia

If There Isn't Going
To Be A Russia, Is There?

The Pentagon Thought
You Might Need Some Help.

Not From You.

Oh, Okay. Well, Then, I'll
Get A Coffee And A Donut

And Wait For The Big Bang.

That's Just What I Needed.

Major.

Carter.

This Wouldn't Be A Problem If
You Had A Working Alien Ship.

Hey,

I Didn't Wreck It,
The Goa'uld Did,

And We Barely Escaped
With Our Lives, Thank You.

What Good Is Being A
Part Of This So-Called

Protected Planets Treaty

If You Can't Even
Reach The Asgard

When We're Being Attacked?

Excuse Me, Sirs.

I Just Got Off The Phone
With Dr. Murphy At Area 51.

He Says He Can Have The
X-302 Ready To Go In Six Hours.

I Thought It Was Weeks
Away From A Flight Test.

Sir, We've Tried Everything
Else We Can Think Of.

Our Only Chance Is If We
Can Contact The Asgard.

I'd Like To Volunteer, Sir.

I'll Go Too, Sir.

You Sure You're
Up For It, Colonel?

Yes, Sir.

I'll Have Transport Prepped
And Ready In 20 Minutes.

Shaq'rel.

Teal'c.

It Has Been Too
Long, Old Friend.

It Is Fortunate You Are Here.

I Have Brought Word
To Master Bratac

So That He Might Warn You.

Of What?

The Tauri Are In Danger.

They Are Under
Attack From Anubis.

I Assume You Were
Briefed On The Way Here?

Briefly. The Target Is Abydos,

That Being The Closest
Planet With A Stargate.

You Do Know That
Our Theoretical Simulations

For Opening A Hyperspace
Window Were Done In Space?

We Know We Have To
Leave The Atmosphere.

We Have To Leave
The Ground First.

It'll Fly, Colonel.
I Bet My Life On It.

You Want To Come With?

I'd Love To,
But I'm Needed Here.

Yes. Yes, You Are.

You Know, Sir, Even If We Do
Manage To Contact The Asgard,

There's A Chance They
Won't Be Able To Help Us.

What's Your Point, Carter?

I Guess I Don't Have
One Beyond That, Sir.

Thank You.

You're Missing
The Point, Doctor.

General, Can I Have A
Minute? I Wish I Had One.

Major Carter And Colonel
O'Neill Are About To Take Off.

That's What This Is About, Sir.

Well, What Do You Mean?

Look, I'm No Scientist,

But I Have Studied
All Of The Goa'uld Research

Done On Naquadria,
And As You Know,

Major Carter Allowed Me To See

The Specifications On The X-302.

And?

It's Not Going To Work.

Really? That's Just
What [ Was Saying.

Who Are You?

Jonas Quinn.

Oh, The Alien With
The Wacky Naquadah.

Naquadria. You Are?

Mckay, Scientist, Earth.

General...

The Instability Of The Naquadria

Increases Exponentially

As You Attempt To Extract

More Energy Out Of It.

Oh, This Is Even Worse
Than I Thought.

If You Allow
This Test To Proceed...

Son, This Is Not Just A Test.

If The X-302 Fails, This
Planet Will Be Destroyed.

I Understand Your Position, Sir.

It's Not Just My Position.

You Stand To Suffer
The Consequences

Along With Everyone Else.

Now, If Either Of You

Have A More Prudent Suggestion

On Halting This Crisis,

I'm Willing To Hear It,

Otherwise, Suggest
We All Go Downstairs,

Cross Our Fingers,

And Hope Major Carter And
Colonel O'Neill Can Reach Help.

Cross Our Fingers?

Just A Superstitious Way
Some Humans Have

Of Expressing Their
Desire For Good Luck.

Really?

Ridiculous, Huh?

Navigation.

Check.

Oxygen, Pressure,
Temperature Control.

All Check.

Inertial Dampeners.

Cool...

And Check.

Engines.

All Check.

Phasers?

Sorry, Sir.

All Systems Operational.

It's Too Bad We Can't
Drive Across The Galaxy.

This Thing Handles Like A
Cadillac On The Ground.

Colonel, Major, This Is Hammond.

Jonas Quinn

Has Voiced Some Concern
About This Mission,

Specifically Regarding

The Instability
Of The Naquadria.

Sir, The Simulations We Ran

Anticipated Every
Conceivable Scenario.

You Know, Carter, It's The
Inconceivable Ones I'm Concerned About.

The X-302 Has Hundreds
Of Safety Mechanisms

To Compensate For
Anything That Can Go Wrong.

Arming Ejection System.

That's Good, That's Good.

That's Funny.

Mission Command, All
Systems Go From Abydos One.

Copy That, Abydos One.

Good Luck.

Well... Here We Go.

We Have Liftoff.

Climbing.

Velocity Approaching Mach Two.

10,000 Meters.

Mach Three.

Mission Command, Over.

Looks Good From Here,
Abydos One.

Abydos One, Over.

Anubis Has A Weapon

That Uses One Stargate
To Destroy Another,

And If My Information
Is Correct,

The Attack Has Already Begun.

We Cannot Warn Them.

That Is Why I Brought A Ship.

If The Attack Has Already Begun,

A Warning Will Do Little Good.

We Must Find Away To
Stop It Before It Is Too Late.

I Do Not Know The
Location Of This Weapon.

Anubis Has Grown Powerful,

But Still Only Defends A
Small Handful Of Planets.

If One Of Those Stargates
Also Cannot Be Contacted...

It Is Most Likely
The Origin Of The At Tack.

Let Us Hope
It Is One Of The Planets

To Which I Can
Remember The Sequence.

Preparing For Main
Rocket Engine Burn.

Roger That, Abydos.

We'll Re-Establish Contact
On Satcom Three

After You Re-Enter
The Atmosphere.

Engaging Rocket Engine.

Mission Command, This Is
Abydos One. Do You Read?

Loud And Clear, Abydos One.

Altitude, 500 Kilometers
And Rising.

Velocity,
40,000 Kilometers Per Hour.

I'm Entering The Coordinates
In The Hyperspace Generator.

Roger That, Abydos One.

Godspeed, Colonel,
Major, From All Of Us.

Thank You, Sir.

Let's Do This.

Engaging Hyperspace Window.

Abydos One, This Is Mission
Command. Do You Read?

We Are Still Receiving
Your Radio Signal.

Carter?

I Don't Know, Sir.

Mission Command,
We Missed The Window.

Abydos One, Please Explain.

The Autopilot Engaged

And We Veered Off Course At
The Last Second, Mission Command.

Should We Try Again?

Negative.

Return To Base For
Further Evaluation.

Mission Failure.

I Hate Hearing That.

Colonel, Major,

Glad To See You're Okay.

For The Moment, Sir.

They're Still Analyzing
The Flight Data Recorder,

But It Looks Like A 605-3 Error.

Forgive Me?

It's The One After 605-2, Sir.

The X-302 Couldn't Get
A Lock On Its Destination

Once The Window Was
Open, So It Auto-Aborted.

It's One Of The Built-In
Safety Features.

What Went Wrong?

The Hyperspace Window
Was Unstable.

We Thought We'd Compensated

For The Energy Fluctuations

Emitted By The Naquadria,
But Apparently Not.

I Don't Think You Can.

Apparently, Carter And |

Could Have Been Torn Asunder.

The Possibility Of That
Was Remote, Sir.

More Likely Is You Just
Would've Been Transported

To An Unknown Location
With Limited Fuel, Oxygen,

And No Way Of Getting Back.

Can This Problem Be Resolved?

Sir, We Don't Even Understand

Why The Problem Exists Yet.

You're Lucky.

There's No Telling
How Much Damage

An Unstable Hyperspace
Window Could Have Caused.

The Bottom Line
Is We're On Our Own.

Hey.

How Come You're Not Downstairs

With The Rest Of The Eggheads?

Not That You're An Egghead.

Well, You Are, Actually,

But In A Good Way.

I Couldn't Think Down There.

They All Kept Looking
At Me For The Answer.

Well, You Do Have A Penchant

For Pulling Brilliant
Ideas Out Of Your Butt.

Head...

Out Of Your Head
When We Need Them.

Not This Time.

Well, You've Still Got
Two Days To Work On It.

Sir, Don't Think
I Could Solve This

If 1 Had A Couple Of Years.

Carter, Am I Sensing
Fear In Your Voice?

Yes, Actually, A Lot Of Fear.

Well, Stop It.

You're Making Me Nervous.

What About You, Sir, Any Ideas?

I Mean, Sometimes You Have A Way

Of Seeing Things
At Their Simplest.

Thank You.

I'm Going To Go Eat Some Cake.

I Think I'll Join You.

(Alarm Sounding)

We're Experiencing A
Widespread Loss Of Power, Sir.

I Am Anubis.

Looks Like A Hologram
Projection, Sir.

Humans Of The Tauri,

Your End Of Days

Finally Approaches.

There Will Be No Mercy.

Oh, Come On.
Who Talks Like That?

Sir, This Is Asgard Technology.

He Must Have
Downloaded It From Thor.

You Will Bow
To My Awesome Power.

There Is Nothing That
Can Stop The Destruction

I Bring Upon You.

Prepare To Meet Your Doom.

Oh, Please.