- Come on, Jack. - Still no, Daniel.
- It isn't on a permanent basis. - I didn't let you go in the first place.
What makes you think I'm gonna change my mind?
Because--
Can you try to do better than that?
Because they're gonna need somebody who can translate Ancient.
I'm the most qualified person left on the planet for the mission.
Which is exactly why you're gonna stay right here.
Because I'll quit.
Why don't you just hold your breath? You haven't done that in a while.
General.
I let myself in. I hope you don't mind.
- Absolutely not. Welcome. - Thank you.
- Miss the chair? - Actually, I do.
- Want it back? - As a matter of fact, I do.
My new one just isn't the same.
That's not exactly what I meant.
Dr. Jackson, nice to see you again.
Likewise. We miss you around here, sir.
To what do we owe this pleasure?
I came to ask if you'd be interested in joining the mission to Atlantis.
You did?
He's the most qualified person on this planet.
And the mission commander needs someone who can translate Ancient.
- Really? - With all due respect, sir...
I think you should tell the mission commander that I need Daniel right here.
- You just did. - I did. I did?
- You, sir? - Yes. Request denied.
Dr. Jackson, you're with me.
I'll have the chair shipped to Washington.
You can requisition a new one.
I'll do that, sir.
We leave tomorrow. And I'll be taking Walter too.
General.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you, sir, again.
My motives were purely selfish, Dr. Jackson.
We haven't heard a word from the Atlantis expedition team since they first left.
We have no idea what we're going to find in Pegasus.
Your knowledge and expertise will no doubt prove invaluable.
- General, if you don't mind my asking-- - Why am I going?
You could've chosen anyone to command this mission.
I sat back and watched you people go on to a lot of adventures over the years.
I thought, when you were replaced at the SGC...
you were buckin' for retirement.
And then I led Prometheus against Anubis's fleet.
Got your dander up.
That's why I took the job as head of Home World Security.
Then this opportunity came along. The president put me in charge.
I could choose anyone I wanted to lead the mission.
- So why not choose yourself? - Like I said...
I've sent a lot of people into action over the years...
and more than a few didn't come back.
I'd like to see this one through personally.
- We've never left anyone behind, sir. - And we're not going to this time.
Last reported MALP telemetry from Atlantis...
indicated an enclosed space with viable life support.
Stop it. You're pathetic.
We're going on the assumption that the expedition team found the Lost City...
and was able to set up a base of operations there.
- Sorry. - Dr. Novak.
The Asgard hyperdrive is functioning at 100%, sir.
Thank you. Dr. Jackson.
I'm sorry. What was I saying?
You were assuming the Lost City is at the other end of this field trip.
- Please ignore me. - It's hard to.
- You disagree, Doctor? - Well, as far as we know...
the Atlantis team found another outpost like the one on Antarctica.
Could be on a moon or at the bottom of some deep, dark ocean.
Which is why we're going. If they're trapped and need help--
If they're even alive at all.
As for why they've been unable to make contact with Earth...
hopefully it's just a matter of being unable to locate a viable power source.
Using information collected from the Ancient outpost on Earth...
Dr. Jackson and his team have pinpointed our destination in the Pegasus galaxy.
Which is here.
Damn it to hell.
- Dr. Novak. - Dr. Jackson.
- Daniel. - You can call me Lindsey.
Sorry for contradicting you in the briefing.
Don't be. I mean, you were right.
The fact that we haven't heard from the Atlantis expedition since they left...
is a... bad sign.
- Have you tried holding your breath? - Oh, God. I've tried everything.
- It doesn't work for me either. - It's been like this since I was a kid.
It comes out when I get scared...
but this is the worst it's been since my PhD presentation.
I mean, I don't really do well in stressful situations.
I guess that's why I turned down going to Atlantis the first time.
I'm sure you're going to be fine.
General Hammond says you're very good at what you do.
Thank you.
- What's that? What's wrong? - I don't know.
Okay.
We're pickin' up what sounds like a distress call.
- Where are we? - We're still well inside the Milky Way.
- Play it back. - Yes, sir.
Help. Plea--
Require assistance. Have failed--
Lost power to- Repeat. Stranded and--
- She sounds human. - What do you think?
As much as I hate to delay this trip, I think we have to check it out.
- How far away is it? - The message is originating...
just over 50 light-years off our designated route.
We could be there in... 20 minutes.
- Set a course. - Yes, sir.
Set shields at maximum. Arm weapons.
Looks like an Al'kesh and a cargo ship.
Scans indicate they've suffered significant damage.
The distress signal is originating from within the Al'kesh.
I don't understand. A human distress call from a Goa'uld ship.
- That makes no sense. - I agree, sir.
- It could be a trap. - I know this looks suspicious...
but what if there was an uprising on board one of those ships?
There could be human prisoners in need of our help.
- Open a channel. - Yes, sir.
This is General George Hammond of the Earth vessel Prometheus.
We're answering your distress call and standing ready to assist you.
We can transport a portable sensor unit on board to determine life-support viability.
General, an Al'kesh is a potentially valuable ship.
Even if there are no survivors, we need to determine if it's space worthy.
If it is, we should salvage her.
- Take a team. - Yes, sir.
Prometheus, this is SG-3. We are on board.
General, we're seeing some energy-weapon damage.
We have one Jaffa. KIA.
Sir, over here.
Make that four Jaffa.
Looks like these folks had a little onboard firefight.
Still no sign of life. We're headin' to the bridge.
Prometheus, someone just activated the--
Colonel Reynolds, say again.
Sir, our rings just activated.
Security team to Level 4 ring room. Visuals on screen.
- Seal it off. - Controls are not responding, sir.
Airman?
It's no good, sir. The rings will not activate.
Security team, report.
All shipboard communications are down.
- Initiate emergency lockdown. - I can't, sir.
- It may be possible from the engine room. - Go.
That wasn't me, sir.
Let's get 'em outta there.
Can we pursue?
Engines are off-line. Controls are unresponsive.
The weapons are off-line too, sir. It looks like we're dead in the water.
General, I just did a head count.
Daniel Jackson is still aboard Prometheus.
Crap.
- Are you okay? - I feel like my head's going to explode.
But, on the bright side, I think my hiccups are gone.
- What do you need, sir? - I need this ship operational now.
Yes, sir. Thank you.
Near as I can tell, we're lucky that life-support systems are still working.
- How much time do you figure we have? - That's hard to say.
I've got some secondary systems on-line, including some short-range sensors, sir.
Scans of the cargo ship indicate that it's in worse shape than this Al'kesh.
Strange, isn't it, sir?
That a Goa'uld Super Soldier would go to all this trouble to keep us alive?
Hey, how's it goin'?
Guess it's just you and me, huh?
It's a little strange, isn't it?
You see, that weapon I shot you with should've killed you.
What's even stranger is you guys usually don't take prisoners either.
I mean, it's kinda kill first and--
That's generally just about it. Just the killing.
I'm just gonna talk to myself for a while, 'cause you're not gonna talk to me.
Not that you guys are very talkative, but--
You may prove useful.
Okay. Now we're gettin' somewhere.
Where's everybody else?
I transported them onto the Al'kesh.
Well, you kept the wrong guy, 'cause I don't know anything about the ship.
But you are very attractive.
What?
Hey, you know, big guy--
I'm flattered. Really, I am.
It's just that... you're not my type.
And I'm more than a little disturbed that I might be yours.
Whoa! You don't have to do that! Don't. Don't!
Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you-
- Thank God. - Much, I hope.
I wish to send a long-range transmission using the communications systems.
- Sorry. Don't have a clue. - You're lying.
In general? No. Yes. Well, I try to be honest, but...
you know, occasionally a little white one slips out every now and again.
Shall I kiss it better?
Just don't do it again.
Hey, look, even if I knew what it is you wanted me to do...
what makes you think I'd tell you?
How the hell do you think you can steal a ship when you don't know how it works?
I got the sub-light engines going.
Yeah, so you did.
You really expect me to believe you don't know how your own ship works?
Okay.
Look, my name is Daniel Jackson. I'm an archaeologist.
A historian.
I study ancient cultures...
histories of the past, ancient civilizations.
- Have you heard of Earth? Tauri? - No.
We were on our way to rescue a few friends who are trapped--
I really don't care.
Look, this really isn't necessary.
Can I have the ship? No. Okay. Discussion over.
Here we go.
Tenat of Oran.
Tenat, this is Vala. If you can hear me, please respond.
I've managed to procure a vessel bigger and better than what I'd hoped for.
Tenat, if you get this message, I apologize for the delay...
and we'll meet at the designated coordinates in one day.
Vala out.
Now, about the hyperdrive.
Colonel. Doctor.
I've rerouted remaining power to shields and life support for the time being.
But as far as the engines go--
The control crystals for both sub-light and hyperdrive engines are totally fried.
It looks like they were deliberately sabotaged.
Can they be repaired?
In a word-no. We need new ones.
I was thinking about that cargo ship, sir.
Sergeant Harriman says life support over there is minimal...
barely enough to sustain one person for a few moments.
If we don't get new crystals-- Sorry. Kill me now.
- I'll go, sir. - I'll go.
- With all due respect-- - Someone took my ship. I want it back.
Access is restricted by code.
Yeah? Too bad.
God!
That hurt?
Yeah!
I can fix it.
I don't know the code!
There. Feel better?
- You're a Goa'uld. - No.
But I was once a host to one.
Which explains the naquadah in your blood that lets you use Goa'uld technology.
And how I can quickly learn to fly this rather primitive ship.
So primitive one would wonder if it was worth the bother.
In this case, it's the size that matters.
Actually, pretty much in every case.
Tell me the code.
Please.
I don't know it.
Fine.
- How much time will he have? - I'm guessing a few minutes.
Maybe less.
- Sir. - Not another word, Colonel.
- Do it now. - General.
Godspeed.
Boy.
- General? General, can you hear me? - I'm here in the engine room.
Open the third panel down on the center column.
- Done. - You want the blue one.
It should be located at the center of the panel.
Got it.
One panel up, you should find a clear one.
It's hard to tell.
The light in here is--
Something's--
- General, can you hear me? - It's only been two minutes.
There was a firefight on board.
If the life support is not cycling the air-
- What? - Staff blasts give off carbon dioxide.
In a small, enclosed space--
General? General. Sir?
Is he breathing?
He may need mouth-to-mouth.
Excellent! Excellent waking up, sir!
Good job on the crystals too.
Get the ship moving.
- What did he say? - He said, "Get the ship moving."
Come on, General.
Let's get you up.
Much better.
Lose the weapon. Move away from the console.
I liked you better tied up.
Against the wall. Lose the weapon.
- This suit still absorbs zat blasts. - It doesn't cover your head.
Still, you should probably make me take it off.
- I think I'll turn the ship around first. - I don't know.
If I had me at gunpoint, that wouldn't be my first choice.
Yeah, well--
- What's goin' on? - I rewrote the access code...
so I'm the only one who can use the navigation systems.
- Undo it. - Listen, hundreds of lives are at stake.
I'm trying to save the last of my people, and this ship is their only hope.
- Maybe if you'd mentioned that earlier. - Would you really have helped?
As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...
we were also on a rescue mission.
- What is it? - A ship just appeared on our radar.
It's an Al'kesh.
This quadrant is crawling with Goa'uld vessels.
Chances are it's not your friends.
I made sure that ship was fully disabled when you showed up.
We'll see.
We have to raise shields and arm weapons.
I'll try to hail them first.
You hit me.
- You hit me. - Yeah.
You know, we could just have sex instead.
- Feeling better, sir? - Yes, thank you.
We've just caught up to the Prometheus.
- Nice work. - It was all Novak, sir.
They're not responding to our hail, sir.
- Are we done? - I am.
You're a fruitcake.
- Weapons? - On-line. We are in range.
Target the rear thrusters. Take out her sub-light capability.
She just jumped into hyperspace.
That's just great.
I see you.
Did you have fun taking off my clothes?
- It was your idea. - I meant when I was conscious...
you know, so I could distract you and kick you in the head.
I kept my eyes closed the whole time.
I'm sure you did.
- So, where we goin'? - I told you-to save my people.
Can you please let me out of here?
You know, I haven't eaten in days.
Could you please tell me how to access the navigation controls?
It isn't very nice, you know, starving a prisoner to death.
Come on, Daniel.
You've seen me naked. The least you could do is cook me dinner.
Aren't you hungry?
Thank you.
- You know who the Tok'ra are? - Yep.
Ten years ago, a Tok'ra incited a rebellion on my planet.
When people rose up against the ruling Goa'uld--
and once theJaffa had been overcome--
the Goa'uld was captured alive, tortured and beaten for days on end.
I was host to that Goa'uld at the time.
The people didn't understand that it was a symbiote...
that had ruled over them so harshly.
I guess the Tok'ra felt responsible.
He rescued me, removed the Goa'uld symbiote...
nursed me back to health.
You said your people are in trouble now.
Well...
it was only a matter of time before the forces of another Goa'uld showed up--
a system lord named Camulus.
That's when the Tok'ra disappeared.
People still refused to surrender. Camulus ordered that they be wiped out.
We controlled several ships--
troop transports, cargo ships, Al'kesh.
Many people were saved-flown to an inhabitable nearby moon in the system.
The ships made several trips before most of them were intercepted and shot down.
Camulus never knew there were any survivors, so we were safe.
Only problem was the moon didn't have a Stargate.
So you were trapped.
We only had a few ships left, not enough to relocate everyone again.
It wasn't a problem.
Camulus seemed to have little interest in the other planets in the system.
He left behind a small force to guard the Stargate.
We used the ships to keep appraised of what was happening...
and to steal supplies and technology when we could.
You know that Camulus is gone now? He was beaten by Ba'al.
And Ba'al's forces are searching every inhabitable world in Camulus's territory.
His ships are everywhere.
It's only a matter of time before my people are found.
So you got desperate and tried to steal that Al'kesh.
It was damaged in the firefight.
I was hoping one of my ships would answer my distress call.
I'm sure you can imagine how lucky I felt when this ship showed up.
It's big enough to rescue all my people...
and take them to a world far away, free from the Goa'uld.
- You don't have to lock me up. - I think I do.
What difference is it going to make?
This ship is automatically flying to my home world. You can't stop it.
When I get to your planet, I'll explain the situation to your people.
Maybe there's something we can work out.
My people... are not gonna trust you. You have to let me talk to them.
This is bad.
Vala, this is Tenat. We have you on our scanners.
- Yeah. Hi. - Where is Vala?
She's here. She's just... indisposed at the moment.
She did not mention she was working with someone.
No, I guess not.
Look, I realize I owe you an explanation.
It's a bit of a long story really.
We will hear it in person and inspect your vessel.
That's good, 'cause apparently we're coming in for a landing.
We will meet you at the designated coordinates.
Okeydokey. See ya there.
Okay.
You want the truth? I'll tell you the truth.
Daniel, are you there?
I hope you can hear me.
The planet we just landed on is not my home world.
Whatever you do, you must not go out there.
- Hi, guys. - Who are you?
Name's Olo.
Hans Olo.
- Where is Vala? - She's inside.
- We will only do business with Vala. - Business.
Yeah, that figures.
Not that I'm surprised or anything.
- I don't look surprised to you, do I? - What?
It's just I was expecting some refugees in need of transport to another planet.
Human sort of refugees.
Not that there's anything wrong with you guys that I know of.
We have the naquadah.
- Refined weapons grade. - That's nice.
This was the price we agreed upon.
This ship is impressive in size, but we cannot--
Okay, you know what? Seriously, there's been a big misunderstanding.
I don't care what you've got. I'm not gonna sell you this ship, so--
Okay, you know what? That is not necessary.
We had a deal. We must have this ship.
Goa'uld gliders! Fool! You were followed!
Of course we were.
Okay, you know what? I'd love to stay and chat, but--
Daniel? What's going on?
We're being attacked by gliders! Tell me how to access the ship's systems!
- Let me out, and I'll help you. - You gotta be kidding me!
Let's go. No funny stuff.
- What'd you do with my buyers? - We'll talk about that later.
- And the naquadah? - Move!
Do you have any idea what that is worth?
What-- Stop!
All right. Raise our shields.
What are you waitin' for? Let's go to hyperspace!
I can't. It's not working. We've already taken too much hull damage.
And we have incoming Al'kesh. Arm weapons.
Shields are failing.
And shields are down!
We are almost out of weapons.
- What just happened? - An Al'kesh just took out one of its own.
Nice work, Sergeant. Target the second Al'kesh.
- Fire at will. - Roger that, sir.
Dr. Jackson?
This is General Hammond. Do you copy?
General, it's me.
Good to hear your voice, sir.
Likewise. You all right, son?
- We are fine, sir. - Are we clear to ring aboard?
Stand by. Unlock the system.
Those gliders likely retreated to a nearby mother ship.
We have to get out of here now. Unlock the system.
You're all clear, sir.
What are you gonna do with me?
I'm not sure.
Look, Daniel.
Whatever happens, I just want you to know--
We managed to get the shields and hyperdrive back on-line.
However, there was significant hull damage.
I wouldn't recommend a long journey in hyperspace.
I'm afraid we have no choice but to return to Earth.
How long before the ship's ready to go again?
Hard to say.
It's good work, Doctor, both here and on the Al'kesh.
Thank you, sir.
Hey. Hiccups are gone, huh?
I didn't even notice. I guess I was having too much fun.
Security team to Level 4.
- The prisoner has escaped. - Ring room.
Wow.
- Status? - Security Team 1 unresponsive.
Rings on Level 4 just activated, sir.
General Hammond? SG-3 was just transported here.
She's on the Al'kesh.
- Lock weapons on its engines. - Aft thrusters targeted.
Target is--
It's gone, sir.
- Can we track it? - No, sir.
Our long-range scanners are being scrambled.
She's good.