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What you got?

Jaf'fa? Quiet.

It is nothing.

He's not doing that
on purpose, is he?

You know, just to
keep me interested?

Well, that depends.
Are you losing interest?

Mitchell: No. We haven't found so
much as a snapped twig on this planet,

but, hey, to me
it's all good, baby.

Carter: Teal'c's intel
did suggest

that the sodan are rumored to
have a base of operations here.

Yeah, but Teal'c's intel came from a
bunch of jaf'fa he used to be at war with.

I know, old enemies, new
allies, and all thatjazz, but still.

You think the information's bad?

I think it's vague.

"A world
once inhabited by ancients.

"A village shrouded
in the mists of time."

Soundshke a movie trailer.

Well, we found some pretty
interesting things based on vague.

Yeah. Still, I'm getting that
grasping—at—straws feeling.

Yeah, just don't tell
Teal'c. I already did.

Yeah, what did he say?

"The warriors
of the sodan exist, colonel Mitchell.

"I am certain of it."

Needs more bass.

Down!

Fall back to the gate.
I've got our six. Go, go, go!

Where in the hell are they?

Sg—22, this is 56—1! We are
under attack! We need backup!

Where the hell is Mitchell?

Carter on radio:
Cameron, what's your position?

Cameron, do you copy?

His wound is grave, my lord.

His symbiote is badly damaged.

No! Bring him.

Shell kree!

Jolan: He will be dead
by sunset, if not sooner.

Then you must keep him alive.

Carter to sgc. You
got anything yet, chief?

Harriman: Colonel, we're
reading uav telemetry five by five.

So far, no sign
of colonel Mitchell.

Let me know when you've
completed your first sweep.

Affirmative. Sgc out.

Anything? Not yet.

How's he doing? Not well.

His symbiote is dying.

If it is not removed,
the host will die also.

Sergeant, radio Dr. Lam.

Let her know we have a priority
one medical emergency incoming.

No tattoo.

He is a warrior of the sodan.

According to legend,
no sodan has been indentured

to the Goa'uld
for over 5,000 years.

So your intel was correct?

Indeed.

Harriman: Colonel Carter,
there's something you need to see.

Teal'c: This writing.
Jackson: Ancient.

Carter: Look familiar?

Nope. Teal'c?

I have never before
seen such a device.

Well, I'm detecting
energy readings.

It's definitely
some form of technology.

Perhaps this is how the sodan
managed to escape so quickly.

Actually,
that's exactly what it is.

It says, this is some sort
of aperture or gateway to...

To where? ...Enlightenment.

Just enlightenment?
Nothing more specific?

That's all it says.

Hold still.

You know, your bedside
manner totally blows.

Your wound is infected.

It must be cleansed
or you will die.

This will cause you

a fair amount of pain.

How's it going in
there? Touch—and—go.

They've been at it for
nearly six hours now.

Most Jaffa would not
survive such wounds.

Jackson: Which means
she's very good.

That's why she's here.

Looks like you were both right
about the device he was wearing.

More ancient technology.

A cloak of invisibility.

That explains how they were
able to ambush you so easily.

What about the transporter?

Carter's with a team on the
planet working on it right now.

So far, they haven't been able
to even open up the damn thing,

let alone turn it on.

Yeah, sorry I couldn't
have been more help.

Well, one line of ancient
text isn't a hell of a lot to go on.

We're running surface
scans with prometheus

on several moons and
other planets in the system.

You believe colonel Mitchell
is no longer on p9g—844?

It's a possibility.

Ground sweeps and uav
scans are all coming up empty.

Don't move. Don't make a sound.

You call to the others

and it's goodbye, Jaffa.

It would seem you have
me at a disadvantage.

It certainly appears that way.

Now, you're gonna
tell me how I got...

How things seem
and how they truly are,

are two very different things.

For example, you're free to leave
this place whenever you choose.

Well, now you tell me?

But to reach the chappa'ai
would take months on foot

through the mountains
of dor to'nak.

No one who has attempted
the journey has ever survived.

So how did we get...

We were brought here
through the eye of the gods.

Which is?
Your questions can wait.

Now that your strength
has returned,

we should begin
jomo se telekimmediately.

Well, if that's breakfast,
I could eat.

You have spilled the blood
of a sodan warrior.

Did you think our mercy
was without purpose?

Lord haikon has decreed that
you will answer for your crimes

by way of kel shak io,

which you will battle
with another warrior.

And on that day

you will die.

I take it from all the beeping
our friend is still with us.

That, he is.

Though, how he survived
is a mystery to me.

I'd say the nine hours
you spent working on him

might have something
to do with it.

Nice work.

I did what I could to save it,

but his symbiote was
too badly damaged.

We had no choice but to
remove it and start him on tretonin.

As soon as he regains
consciousness, I want to know.

Why? So you can interrogate him?

That might be more up
Teal'c's alley, but that's the idea.

Well, that wasn't exactly the kind
of post—op recovery I had in mind.

Well, let me know
the moment he wakes up.

Okay.

Lieutenant colonel Cameron
Mitchell, United States air force.

Earth.

I don't know if you know
what's been going on out there,

but things are
a little different now.

The Goa'uld have been defeated.

The Goa'uld should have
been defeated 5,000 years ago.

My ancestors were one
of the first of the sodan.

They were part of an elite command
force under the Goa'uld ishkur.

For years, they pillaged
and plundered under his name,

driving fear into the hearts of all
those that would oppose his rule.

But the further they
ascended among the ranks,

the more they were able
to discern the truth

that he was not a god at all,
but merely an impostor.

Our true gods are those
that came before us.

You're talking
about the ancients.

Ishkur branded my ancestors as
traitors and ordered their deaths.

They tried to fight

to show their brothers
the faith,

but the odds were too great
and they were forced to flee.

But they set out to find kheb,

hoping that their souls
would find peace.

But instead, their search
led them to this world.

You knew about the Goa'uld,

but you didn't help the
other Jaffa defeat them.

Look, for the first time in
their history, the Jaffa are free.

But it won't last
without strong leadership.

They need your help.

Their fate is
of no concern to us.

I hope you are prepared
to die well, Mitchell.

You will not be able
to break your bonds.

We sought out the sodan in
peace, wishing only to open dialogue.

Instead, you attacked us
and took our comrade.

All enemies who transgress our
sacred ground forfeit their lives.

Yeah, well, you might
want to post a few signs.

Look, we just want
our friend back.

And we figured
your fellow warriors

might wanna know that
you're still alive and kicking,

so we're thinking straight swap.
Our guy in exchange for you.

Ifyour friend was taken,
then mourn him.

For if he is not yet dead,
he soon will be.

Hear me when I say
that all free Jaffa

have always had
the greatest respect

for the warriors of the sodan.

You speak of respect,
yet you condemn me.

Without my symbiote,
I will be dead soon enough.

A medicine called tretonin
courses through your veins.

You have been freed
from your burden.

Such a thing is not possible.

Oh, but it is.

It is very real, I assure you.

It is now used by several
thousand free Jaffa with no ill effects.

Your poisons will not work.

Had you any honor, you would
have let me die on the battlefield.

So, is it you just don't know what's
going on in the rest of the galaxy

or you really don't care?

The Jaffa made their
choice 5,000 years ago.

Their affairs are
of no concern to us.

Yeah, but how do you survive?

At some point, you
gotta go hunting for...

You know.

We raid Goa'uld strongholds
for shipments of symbiotes

that have yet to be
implanted in any Jaffa.

Such missions are rites of
passage for our youngest warriors.

Well, it sounds like fun.

The fighting style of the sodan
has been a closely guarded secret

for a hundred generations.

It is a shame you will die
shortly after learning it.

Attack me.

You find me
an unworthy opponent?

No. It's just
I don't feel like...

Okay.

Let's try that one more time.

You are slow and undisciplined.

If you fought
your opponent today,

you would die without
landing a single blow.

And what happens
if! Refuse to fight?

You just kill me?

It is an alternative
you do not wish to explore.

Dr. Lam tells me
you have refused to eat.

The very odor of your food
turns my stomach.

If you are to survive
without your symbiote,

you require sustenance.

It is only because your
drug has weakened me.

On the contrary, brother.
It has freed you.

What do you know
of freedom? Hmm?

You, who has served false gods,

who chooses to live
in this squalor

rather than among
his own people?

I know that I have heard stories of
the sodan since I was but a child.

Your bravery and skill are
legend among all Jaffa.

It is because of my failure as a
warrior that I languish here now,

prisoner to a former slave
and his pitiful allies.

Speak not of skill to me.

Many Jaffa have fought
and died for a cause

that was started
by the warriors of the sodan.

And for what?

Instead of respecting the
traditions of our ancestors,

you would only seek
to lead them further astray.

That way.

Blue is left,
red is right. Got it.

Faster! Bastard.

How did I do?

Badly. Again.

Yeah, you stop using
that gadget,

I guarantee you I'll do better.

A sodan warrior must anticipate
an attack at any moment.

Yeah, well.

Where did you guys
get those things, anyway?

The writings of our gods instructed us
how to construct many of their devices.

We use them to protect
our sacred ground.

Speaking of gods,
I know this is probably taboo,

butlneed to talk to your boss.

That visitor you had yesterday,

I'm assuming it's not the
first time he's been here.

I've met their kind before.
They're bad news.

Look, I'll do any crazy
training exercise you want.

Within reason.

Finish the course in time
and I'll consider it.

You know,

a bag of sand with a hole in it
is not an accurate timing device.

You are an evil man.

Please, sit.

Uh, I'm good.

Okay,

maybe I will sit.

You know, I'm starting to get an
idea why you guys attacked us.

That prior's telling you
we're enemies.

Is he wrong?

You could've cut us down the second we
stepped through the gate, but you didn't.

Generations of my people
fought and died under exile,

praying for the day

when we could seek the
path without recrimination.

When we prayed to the gods,
did they hear us, Mitchell?

Did they once give us a sign
as proof of their existence?

I know that
the ori are not the ancients,

but can there be any doubt
that they are gods?

And if they can lead us
to the path of enlightenment,

how can I refuse them?

You're making a big mistake.

These ori are not
what you think they are.

They are not even close.

Dekeshan!

Perhaps
when you face your death,

in your final moments,
you'll understand.

I've already been there.

I understand.

You may rest now.

No, I'm good. Let's keep going.

You are not tired?

Six weeks airborne training
at fort benning, that's tired.

This is nothing. Come on.

If I wanna survive
this kel shak iothing,

I'm gonna need to know a hell of
a lot more than you're teaching me.

Ouit pussyfooting around
and stop holding back. Let's go.

You believe the staff is
what makes you strong.

The krantuis nothing
but an extension of your body.

No true warrior depends on a
weapon for strength or advantage.

See, that's what
I'm talking about.

Drink.

I'm not gonna
get used to this stuff.

Were it not for my teas, you
would have died many days ago.

It was self—defense, you know.

The Jaffa I killed.
It was him or me.

It does not matter.

Blood has been spilled, our
laws decree you must answer for it.

So, who was he?

His name was volnek.

A most skilled warrior.

Look, for what it's worth...

There's nothing I can say,
is there?

No.

So who do I fight?

Lord haikon will determine
that on the Eve of your battle.

Usually, it is the closest
blood kin to the slain warrior.

Right.

And the next of kin is
just as tough as he was.

Do I stand a chance?

Never mind.

I promise I'll die well
and all thatjazz.

But before I kick it
I gotta ask,

you buying what
these priors are selling?

Lord haikon has led us for
more than a hundred years.

He knows
what is best for us all.

Yeah, yeah, look I get it.
You are a team player.

I'm asking, what do you think?

It is not my place to
question haikon's judgment,

nor is it yours.

Well, somebody better.
Because if you guys follow the ori,

all of your traditions, your
krantustaffs, your precious path,

your tasty beverages, it's
all going down the drain.

Enough!

We're finished for the day.

Teal'c: You say a prior
has come to the sodan

Teal'c: And you have decided
to follow the word of the ori?

I walk the path
of our true gods...

The ori are not gods!

What did the prior promise you?

The place of honor at his side

as heralds for your new masters?

This prior will have you
hunt down and kill all Jaffa

who refuse to follow
the path of origin.

That is the path you walk.

I will learn the codes
of the ancient transporter.

No matter how long it takes.

This is going nowhere.

Two weeks and he hasn't given
us so much as a decent haiku.

Well, it's understandable, sir.

Most Jaffa would never break
under normal interrogation techniques.

Not to mention the fact that the
sodan are an elite group of warriors.

I'm sure their minds are
trained to withstand a lot worse.

What about the device?

We haven't made much
progress, I'm afraid.

It seems the code
preventing us from using it

is rigged to some sort
of defense mechanism.

Dr. Lee received
a few nasty volts

while trying
to implement an override.

How is he?

Dr. Lam says the feeling should
return to his legs in a few days.

Meanwhile, the international
committee is keeping score

of all the resources we're
using to try to find Mitchell.

Science teams, orbital
scans by prometheus...

All of them coming up empty.
Certainly doesn't look good.

Another few days and
they'll tell us to shut down

search and rescue operations.

Shut it down?

Sir, with all due respect, in
the past we have spent months

searching for our people
in the field.

We can't just stop looking.

What she's saying, sir, is
we've never left a man behind.

I'm more than familiar with
the concept, Dr. Jackson.

Give me something
I can use, soon.

Or the next paperwork I fill
out will declare Mitchell Mia.

I just need a minute.

Let him pass.

Thank you.

All right, I'll make this quick.

That prior represents
a race of ancients, yes.

But believe me when I tell you

they are not the ancients
you wanna worship.

The prior has healed our sick,

caused our crops to grow
as if by magic.

Why should I doubt
the power of the ori?

Their power is not
what you should question.

It's how they use it.

Anyone refuses to
worship them and they die.

And I'm not talking about a
few nonbelievers here and there.

I'm talking about
whole planets wiped out.

And I should simply
take your word for this?

You want to believe my
people are godless and inferior,

go right ahead.

But we have never needed
proof of our gods' existence

in order to believe in them.

Faith.

It was your faith that
sustained you for 5,000 years.

Not the ancients themselves.

Don't throw your history away
for a bagful of magic tricks.

Admit it. Haikon has
totally lost his mind.

A warrior cannot talk
and fight at the same time.

A fact you refuse to accept.

Got it.

You may provide a challenge to
your opponent after all, Mitchell.

Followed by my
violent death, of course.

Of course.

To my inevitable demise.

Why do you do this?

Do what?

Train this hard.

These are the last days
of your life.

I would think you would
spend more time in reflection.

Well, all I know is

the moment you accept your fate,

that's when
you're as good as dead.

Till then, all bets are off.

You cannot survive kel shak io.

Well, no offense,

but I've endured things I wasn't
supposed to have survived before

and I'm still here.

How can you be certain
the prior speaks falsely?

Because

fveseen entire planets wiped out

because they refused
to follow the ori.

Look, I'm not trying
to tell you what to think.

But if everything I believed
was being threatened,

I'd wanna know.

Jolan, your people
shouldn't suffer for their faith.

You two again. Yes.

Us two again.

Save your words.
I am not in the mood.

We know how you feel.

But we're not here to talk.

You require evidence that
the ori are not to be trusted.

This is tass'an, one of the
founders of a free Jaffa settlement

on a planet called sartorus.

Many families came to live there

to enjoy the freedom that
they fought so hard to achieve.

He is sodan?

Indeed.

Tell him what happened.

A month ago, a man came
through the chappa'ai.

He called himself a prior.

He told us of powerful
gods called the ori,

who he claimed
would give us protection

and show us the path
to enlightenment.

Then he left.

He later returned.

Told us we had to make a choice.

Follow the ori or be destroyed.

We chose to resist.

Continue, brother.

He dialed the chappa'ai

and merely placed his staff
in the ground in front of it.

Then the earth shook

with a fierceness I have
never seen nor heard of before.

In moments,
our city was leveled.

Hundreds of our people
wiped out in an instant.

Enough of these lies.

You expect me to take the word

of this sorry excuse
for a Jaffa?

I witnessed the destruction
with my own eyes!

Heed my words, brother.

Ifa prior visits your world,

leave.

You have spilled the blood
of a sodan warrior, human.

Do you deny it?

No, but it wasn't...

No, I don't deny it.

If any blood kin of the warrior

sggk recompense,

let him step forward now!

I seek it.

You?

In the name ofvolnek of geshrel,

my brother.

May the blood spilled here today

settle this debt
once and for all.

You may begin.

May you die well.

Likewise.

The human is dead.

The blood of the sodan
has been avenged.

He fought and died
a warrior, my lord.

It is only fitting he be given
the rite ofshel makassah.

Very well.

With your permission, my lord,

I would like to
take care of it myself.

I was afraid you would not wake.

Well, maybe I shouldn't have.

How long was I... seven hours.

Seven? I thought it was
only supposed to be two.

I may have inadvertently
made the elixir too strong.

Yeah.

Oh!

Yeah, that's gonna leave a scar.

So did it work?

The ruse was most effective.

They believe you are dead.

Well done, bones.

Never mind.

So, where does this leave you?

If the prior intends to
mislead the sodan as you say,

then I am his enemy.

And haikon?

It may be too late to
convince him of his mistake,

but there are several other
warriors who feel as I do.

We will continue to walk
the path of the sodan

until the others see
the error of their ways.

Well, for what it's worth,

you won't walk alone.

Come.

How did it go? Not well.

Even after we showed him
video footage of the damage,

volnek still refuses to believe

the ori are responsible for
what happened on sartorus.

What's he doing now? Nothing.

He hasn't said a word
since tass'an left.

Which puts us back
to square one.

Yeah, basically.
Teal'c seems to think...

Harriman on pa. System:
Unscheduled offworld activation.

What have we got, chief?

We're receiving an idc, sir.

It's colonel Mitchell.
You're kidding.

I would never do that, sir.

You have a visitor.

You? Yeah, I thought
you were dead, too.

We have unfinished
business. Just take it easy.

You shot me. You shot me first.

I will have vengeance.

You will listen, brother.

I know that
you think we're enemies.

And right now it doesn't
matter if we become allies.

What matters is that
you understand the truth.

You are fortunate
my brother drugged you.

You would never have survived
a true kel shak io.

I don't know.
I took you down pretty good.

You were lucky.

Lucky is good.

Granting my freedom
changes nothing, Mitchell.

We will meet again.

Looking forward to it.