Previously on Stargate SG-1:
I promise you his death will ultimately prove to be a noble sacrifice.
- Sarah. - It's good to see you.
I found traces of a foreign chemical on Teal'c's uniform and I've analysed it.
I believe that Lieutenant Tyler, or the idea of him, is nothing but a chemical implant.
Apparently the one he serves has no name.
Oh, he has a name.
The likes of you are simply forbidden to know it.
Your guest has arrived.
You're to be congratulated.
My sources have told me that you have managed to amass an impressive army,
in a relatively short amount of time.
I merely took advantage of favourable conditions.
The old order has fallen. The System Lords are in disarray.
Opportunities exist, but only for those who are bold enough to seize them.
What are you proposing? An alliance?
No.
But I am offering you a position of power in exchange for your support.
Osiris serves no one.
You least of all.
You once served Isis.
She was my queen. She served me.
Interesting.
Interesting that you now choose a female host.
A most attractive one at that.
- You waste my time. - You misunderstand.
I'm not asking that you serve me.
I must admit that I'm merely an emissary for a much more powerful Goa'uld.
One whom you once knew well.
Of whom do you speak?
Anubis.
Unauthorised offworld activation.
Receiving IDC transmission, sir. It's the Tok'ra.
- Open the iris. - Oh, here we go.
- Ren'al. - General Hammond.
- This is SG-1. - I am familiar with all your exploits.
- Your father Jacob sends his regards. - How is he?
On a mission at the moment, which is the reason I am here.
There is a serious situation developing regarding the System Lords.
Briefing room.
It's always suicide-mission this, save-the-planet that.
No one ever just stops by to say hi any more.
The deaths of Cronus and Apophis created a power vacuum
that the other System Lords have tried to exploit.
Recently they've suffered heavy losses
and expended an enormous amount of resources fighting amongst themselves.
- Let the good times roll. - They may be coming to an end.
They've declared a truce and now they're going to have a meeting
to discuss the establishment of a new order.
- So you want to stop them. - Quite the opposite, actually.
We want them to meet.
It'll give us the rare opportunity to strike against all of them at once.
You're talking about taking out the entire Goa'uld leadership?
- We are. - Welcome to the dark side.
This has always been part of our long-term plan.
We just weren't quite prepared for the opportunity to present itself so quickly.
Where exactly is this meeting taking place?
At a space station in the Hassara system. It's considered neutral territory.
Security will be tight. No weapons will be permitted.
Access will be by cargo ship only.
- Defences? - Impenetrable.
Could we gain entrance on one of the cargo ships?
They'll be scanned at their approach to the station.
OK. Let's hear it.
Every System Lord in attendance will be permitted to bring one human slave.
You want one of us to do it.
Specifically we need someone who speaks fluent Goa'uld.
Someone who is not Jaffa.
If you agree to participate, we ask that you come to our base tomorrow.
Jacob will be there. He will tell you all you will need to know.
It is up to you, Dr. Jackson.
- Daniel Jackson. - Yeah.
Have you considered the Tok'ra proposal?
Yeah.
If successful, it would deal the Goa'uld a mortal blow.
Yeah. I realise what's at stake.
Daniel Jackson, you have stated many times that in circumstances such as this
you would avoid using such action if given a better option.
Right.
You think there's a better way of overthrowing the Goa'uld?
I currently have no plan that would accomplish as much as that of the Tok'ra.
That's why I'm gonna do it.
- Ten hut! - At ease.
- Major. - Colonel.
I see you drew the short straw.
- Lieutenant Elliot, your first assignment. - Yes, ma'am.
Be nice to see a little action for a change.
It's just your basic offworld orientation, Lieutenant. There is no action.
Maybe not, sir, but I am looking forward to meeting the Tok'ra.
You'll get over it.
Welcome to Revanna.
- Hi, Dad. - It's good to see you, Sam.
- Jack, how are you? - Kinda curious.
Some of you know Aldwin. He'll conduct the orientation for your new officers.
First, a tour of the facilities.
After that, a lecture on Tok'ra insurgency techniques
since the collapse of the second Goa'uld dynasty.
I take it all back, Lieutenant. This could be hot.
Come.
So how are you gonna get me in?
Yu will be among the System Lords attending the meeting.
I thought you said he was going in as a slave.
The System Lord Yu.
Little joke there.
Funny.
Yu knows my face. He'll recognise me.
He will not.
Ren'al has been working on a version of the chemical obtained from the Reol.
If you can get close enough to inject him,
you'll be able to convince him that you are in fact his most trusted lo'taur.
His... what?
Lo'taur is the highest rank among the human slaves of the System Lords.
They're like personal attendants. It's considered a position of great honour.
I spent the last two months establishing myself as a minor Goa'uld in Yu's service.
I'll be able to get Daniel on board his mothership and deal with the loose ends.
What if Nirrti shows up?
She's still a renegade and persona non grata among the System Lords.
None of the other remaining System Lords have seen Daniel's face.
Assuming I make it on the space station, what happens next?
You will wait until all the System Lords have arrived and then you will use this.
These two liquids mixed together form a most virulent poison.
Press the button to open the valve between the two containers.
The liquid will be vaporised.
Within seconds the pressure will break the seal on the container
and the gas will be released.
- Am I supposed to hold my breath? - The poison is only deadly to symbiotes.
- Isn't that dangerous? - More than you know.
There's enough material in that vial to kill every Tok'ra on this base twice over.
This formula is our most closely guarded secret.
- And it doesn't kill the host? - Not the chemical itself.
But, as you know, the dying symbiote releases its own toxin,
which is just as deadly.
Daniel, the human host of a System Lord
has been through the sarcophagus countless times.
We know the toll that takes. They're hundreds, maybe thousands of years old.
Never mind the psychological damage,
physically, without the Goa'uld sustaining them, they die anyway.
- So we're doing them a favour. - In many ways, yes.
- How many targets? - Seven System Lords at the meeting.
That's all the major players. If we pull this off, the Goa'uld may never recover.
- What can we do? - Wait here.
I'll communicate when the mission has been accomplished.
Jacob!
Jacob, wait up.
Why do I think there's something you're not telling us?
Now, come on!
You're always saying that every time we knock off a System Lord
a worse one shows up. Why should this be any different?
Others would eventually rise up,
but by taking them all out at once we create a power vacuum
leading to a galaxywide war as the remaining Goa'uld jockey for position.
That'll last long enough for us to make a final, decisive move.
Which is?
A wide-scale attack on the entire Goa'uld population, using the symbiote poison.
We're gonna wipe them out, Jack. All of 'em.
Why have I been enlisted for this task?
Politics have always been one of your greater skills.
And am I to go alone?
I have my own mission upon which I must embark.
Apparently, the Tok'ra have developed a formidable new weapon.
- How do you know? - I captured a Tok'ra spy in my midst.
I doubt very much a Tok'ra would reveal this information,
no matter how you tortured him.
You are correct.
But Anubis has methods that would impress you.
What are you going to do?
I am... going to take this weapon from the Tok'ra
and destroy them.
So why do the System Lords need human attendants?
Well, the Jaffa serve a strictly military function.
Besides, if a System Lord's host is injured beyond their symbiote's capacity to heal,
it can be pretty useful to have a human close at hand.
Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.
- Are you clear on all the System Lords? - Oh, yeah. I'm fine.
Good. We'll be at Yu's home world in a little over an hour.
- Are you all right, Daniel? - Oh, yeah. I'm fine.
If you're not committed to this mission, I need to know.
I just think some of your details are a little, uh... sketchy.
Like what?
- We'll use poison to wipe out the Goa'uld. - Eventually.
- What about the Jaffa? - Well, that's still a bit of a wrinkle.
Unless we can reverse their biological dependency on immature symbiotes,
they'll all die as well.
A bit of a wrinkle.
Daniel, the Goa'uld have been spreading across the galaxy for thousands of years.
Now they're showing zero population growth. We're not sure why.
But we intend to take advantage of the situation.
We may never get a chance like this again.
Are we good to go?
Yeah.
When the Tok'ra arrive on a planet, we go underground as quickly as possible.
And you actually grow these tunnels from crystals?
Correct. Crystals are programmed with the specific layout of a given passageway,
allowing us to structure the tunnel system as we see fit.
- What about ventilation shafts? - There are none.
If we tunnel through suitable rock such as calcium carbonate, oxygen is produced.
This gives us enough time to enter the tunnels and set up life-support systems.
- Colonel. - Sir.
Gentlemen.
How goes the orientation?
It's very interesting, sir, just as you predicted.
Are you interested in Tok'ra engineering?
Oh, "interested" doesn't quite describe how I truly feel.
You're welcome to join us.
Thank you, Aldwin, but I have to go help Teal'c... wait for Daniel.
Excuse me.
I can get you into Yu's quarters. Your job is to get close enough to use this.
All you have to do is prick him... once.
The effect will be immediate. He'll believe you to be his loyal slave Jarren.
- Jarren? - Just don't jab yourself with it.
- Why? - Actually I don't know exactly.
That in itself should scare you.
As you know, we kept the body in stasis for several months
as we tried to find a way to repair the damage.
But in the end we were unsuccessful.
All that is left of Martouf now lives on in Lantash.
What's its condition?
The symbiote is still recuperating, but the search has begun to find a new host.
- I wanna see the research. - I'm sorry, Major.
All information about Zatarc technology...
Can only be released on the authority of the Council. I know.
They've been stonewalling me for months.
I assure you Martouf was in no pain.
- That's not the problem. - What then?
If the symbiote was alive when Martouf came out of stasis,
couldn't it have healed his injuries?
- The possibility was remote. - How remote?
The host was too weak. In all likelihood the symbiote would have died.
- You don't know that. - We had to choose.
- And naturally you chose the symbiote. - Your bias toward the host is only natural.
It is better that one should live than that they both die.
Isn't this really about your Zatarc research?
- I don't understand. - If Martouf had lived,
you couldn't have examined his brain tissue. You'd have learned nothing.
Would you have preferred his sacrifice to be for nothing?
I would have preferred another way.
- You knew Martouf well? - Yes.
Well, knowing him as you did, what choice do you think he would have made?
Martouf is not entirely gone, Major.
His thoughts and his memories live on in Lantash.
Jarren.
My lord does not wish to be disturbed at this time.
- I don't look a thing like this guy. - For this work you don't have to.
You'll be fine. Just remember to pour from the right.
Kel shak Jarren?
Aric kree Onak.
Nis trah Jarren.
I am your loyal servant Jarren.
Rise.
I will have my tea.
- What's goin' on? - We've received a transmission.
Our sensors have detected a fleet of motherships bound for Revanna.
You must leave immediately.
An incoming wormhole's blocking our escape through the Stargate.
The Goa'uld can only sustain a wormhole for 38 minutes.
The ships will be here before then.
There is no other escape.
Identify yourselves.
I represent the Jade Emperor, the exulted Lord Yu Huang Shang-Ti.
Two life signs scanned. No weapons detected.
Lowering shields.
Our fellow System Lords are not to be trusted.
- Neither are their slaves. - Understood, my lord.
Do you have any ships available?
A few unarmed cargo ships, but they're on other missions.
- We have begun making new tunnels. - What good is that gonna do?
Spread out the risk of getting hit by an air attack.
You could lend us a hand moving life-support equipment and supplies.
- Major, lend him a hand. - Yes, sir.
- What are you doing? - I'm cutting power to the base.
The energy signature would give away our position.
- They must use random bombardment. - That's encouraging.
Colonel, the Tok'ra have never had the military resources of the Goa'uld.
We use disguise and subterfuge. Our bases are designed to be hidden.
We are just not equipped to repulse such a large enemy force.
Well, they're not just gonna go away.
I can assure you, Major, if this base is compromised,
we will fight until the last of us has fallen.
With what? Zats?
- What else is there? - Well, you've got that poison.
If it's half as good as you say it is, it could wipe out any potential ground assault.
And risk killing every Tok'ra as well?
Hey! We're all gonna die if we sit around and wait for the attack.
Believe me. If it came down to it, we would sacrifice ourselves,
and use the poison on our enemy if we had some.
Unfortunately the only quantity in existence is in Selmak's possession.
It would take weeks to synthesise more.
Lord Yu Huang Shang-Ti.
Note them, Jarren.
My future allies.
Bastet, Kali the Destroyer.
They made a treaty with Sobek, then attacked him in the celebratory feast.
Sobek let his guard down.
Rumour has it his head still decorates Bastet's palace in Bubastis.
You have a good memory. They are still worthy of my allegiance.
Do not accept gifts from Baal.
They have a habit of exploding, especially when he feels he has been slighted.
He wiped out two star systems, 60 million lives,
rather than lose them to Sokar in a territorial dispute.
Poor loser.
Do not consort with Morrigan's servant.
He will attempt to draw out strategic information in idle conversation.
I know your last servant gave away the location of one of your secret bases.
He was killed in the surprise attack.
It is what has given me the honour to serve you, my lord.
Olokun is still seething over a recent loss to my forces.
He may try to kill you out of spite.
Do not make me look foolish by allowing yourself to be murdered.
Yes, my lord.
Yu.
I am pleased you were able to join us, given recent events.
I understand your fleet suffered some heavy losses.
I am not the only one.
Did I not hear your new flagship was destroyed?
I lost 2,000 Jaffa.
- Such is war. - No!
This is different. This enemy attacks like a coward.
Bastet and Kali have suffered similar setbacks.
They are more frequent, while the identity of our antagonist continues to elude us.
I'm certain you have your suspicions.
We're all suffering at the hands of this unknown adversary.
By shrouding himself, he sows discord amongst us.
Mansfield, it's O'Neill. Report.
A section of the structure collapsed.
We have some injured Tok'ra here.
- Sir, we got another one. - Get 'em outta there.
Roger that. Let's go. We gotta move.
- Elliot, let's go. - He's still alive, sir.
Major, what's your situation?
Mansfield, report!
The al-kesh continue to bomb the area around the gate.
No Tok'ra have surfaced and attempted escape.
Escape? There's no escape.
They hide in their tunnels like rats. Continue the bombardment.
Prepare your ground troops for infiltration.
- Elliot. - Direct hit, sir.
- Where's the rest of your team? - They're dead.
Sir, we need to get him to the infirmary.
- The infirmary has been destroyed. - We'll take them to the lab. Follow me.
I'm transferring the formula for the poison to this crystal.
And I'm erasing the memory of the computer.
We'll die before we give up our secrets.
You know, we really should come up with a new strategy.
One that does not include us dying.
We must know what is happening on the surface.
We're cut off from the surface sensors. You must use the secondary ring room.
Show them.
Jacob.
Jacob, are you there? It's Daniel.
- Daniel, how's it goin'? - It's kinda like Goa'uldan Mardi Gras.
A ship just docked, so by my count you got all seven.
- It's time to release the poison. - We may wanna hold off a while.
- They're expecting someone else. - Who?
I don't know. It seems they've got some mysterious new adversary.
That's strange. It's not like a Goa'uld to play it so coy.
I'll see what I can find out. I'll contact you later.
We have to get him out of here.
- He needs medical attention. - We've done what we can.
- What about the symbiote? - Out of the question.
It could save Major Mansfield's life.
The symbiote's life is being sustained by the chamber. It can't help your friend.
- We can't just let him die. - If we implant the symbiote,
we kill them both.
They appear to be amassing a few troops.
Once the air bombardment exposes the tunnels, they will infiltrate them.
Carter, come in.
Carter, respond.
Let's get back.
This has gone on long enough.
We must determine who is responsible for these attacks.
The coward refuses to show himself.
He only strikes with his ships, never with ground troops.
Have none of you seen the faces of the enemy Jaffa?
I have.
When my outpost at Cerador came under assault,
my first prime managed to disable and board one of the enemy ships.
- Did you take any prisoners? - They fought to the death.
Most had been in the service of Cronus and Sokar,
but one bore the mark of Olokun.
How do you explain this?
One of my motherships was surrounded by the enemy.
Instead of dying with honour, the cowards surrendered and were taken.
- They may well have switched allegiance. - And you expect us to believe this?
I too have suffered at the hands of this unseen foe.
How dare you accuse me!
My lords, the final guest has arrived.
I hope I'm not missing all the fun.
- Welcome, Osiris. - I thank you for honouring my request.
Normally your petition for a seat here would not have been considered.
Of course, the current situation is far from normal.
Jarren.
I think you'll find I have much to offer.
Shall we proceed?
What's that?
A warning. The Jaffa have breached the tunnels.
O'Neill!
He is dead.
Lieutenant?
Oh, my God.
- Lantash. - I had no choice.
Elliot?
I'm afraid his injuries are severe. He has serious internal damage.
It's going to take all my strength just to keep him alive.
He will have to speak for both of us.
- Major. - Elliot.
- It's gonna be OK. - If you say so.
Believe me, I know. The symbiote's trying to heal you, OK?
OK.
Carter?
The ceiling collapsed, sir. Ren'al and Major Mansfield are dead.
As is Aldwin.
Elliot's in rough shape. There's a Tok'ra symbiote in him.
- What? - It feels very weird, sir.
Lantash. He's keeping him alive.
Let's take our chances on the surface.
Jacob.
What's the delay? They should all be there now.
Yeah, we got a full house, but there's a complication.
Daniel?
- Sarah's here. - Sarah...
You mean Osiris? Did she recognise you?
I don't know. I think so, but she didn't tip her hand and I don't know why.
Daniel Jackson.
You're a rather long way from home, aren't you?
The tunnel's blocked.
Does Lantash know if there's another way to the secondary ring room?
There isn't.
Then indeed we are trapped.