Previously onstargate sg—1
the x—302 will be the first human—built spacecraft
capable of interstellar travel.
Chekov feels a Russian officer
should be assigned to join sg—I.
Over my rotting corpse, sir.
I want to join you.
I just don't see it happening.
We detected an energy buildup within the gate.
The tau'ri are in danger.
They are under attack from Anubis.
We're talking about a blast 2,000 to 3,000 megatons.
There's worse?
We have no idea how to stop it.
If the x—302 fails, this planet will be destroyed.
Even if we do manage to contact the asgard,
there's a chance they won't be able to help us.
Anubis has grown powerful,
but still only defends
a small handful of planets.
If one of those Stargates also cannot be contacted...
Then it is most likely the origin of the attack.
Mission command,
we missed the window.
We thought we'd compensated for the energy fluctuations
emitted by the naquadria, but apparently not.
Bottom line is, we're on our own.
Prepare to meet your doom.
Oh, please.
And now, the conclusion...
Has a real flare for the dramatic, doesn't he?
Very th eatrical.
Yeah. Pretty much all the Goa'uld are like that.
But why wait?
Why does the guy show up
a day and a half after this all starts
to do his whole "prepare to meet your doom" thing?
I don't know. Maybe he wanted to make sure
it was going to work.
Yeah, that would be embarrassing—...
"Nothing can stop the destruction thati bring upon you."
Then the gate shuts down.
Oops. Sorry. Never mind.
Yeah, well, that didn't happen,
and we only have
major, can I see you for a second?
When the gate was connected to the black hole,
a shaped charge was used to disengage the wormhole.
But that was an outgoing wormhole. True, but—...
The blast would detonate the gate.
Wait a minute.
If you'd just let me finish.
You're horribly wrong, both of you,
but you gave me an idea.
We know that certain waves
can travel in both directions
through a wormhole—...
Radio signals, for one.
So, what, we call Anubis up and ask him to stop?
Yeah, "hey, Anubis, this is your agent.
"You're playing it way over the top
can you get serious, please?"
You were saying...
We send a massive e.M. Pulse back through the wormhole,
knock out whatever it is that's making this happen on the other end.
Will that work?
No, sir. I already thought of it,
and didn't mention it because it is far too problematic.
More so than the gate exploding?
The Iris would have to be opened.
Well, the gate room is shielded, isn't it?
Major, are you saying this absolutely won't work?
What I'm saying, sir,
is that we have absolutely no idea
how much e.M. Would be required
to knock this thing out.
So let's all just go home.
How long will it take to set up?
Four hours, tops.
That's how long you have to come up with a better idea.
I have tried to connect to this world twice now.
It is the only one to which I cannot make contact.
Then we must hope that is the location of the weapon.
I'm coming with you.
If the Goa'uld truly can be defeated,
then iwish to be a part of it.
You said I could not judge this war,
for I've yet to fight a battle.
You've trained me.
Now, let me fight.
You said you did not doubt me.
I do not.
Then I will join you.
Be quick.
Very well.
Sirs,
I calculated that opening the Iris
will increase the flow of energy to the gate
by at least 10 times.
Now, if this doesn't work,
we'll be cutting as much as half the remaining time
before the gate detonates.
No better idea yet?
No.
Major, I know you and Dr. McKay don't see eye to eye.
Sir, this has nothing to do—...
I believe if this plan has any chance of working,
it's with your cooperation.
Yes, sir.
I know what I'm doing.
We are approaching the planet.
It is heavily guarded.
That is a good sign we have the correct location of the weapon.
There are rings on the surface.
We must hope to catch any Jaffa on the ground
by surprise.
Right here.
You just want to be able to take credit for it
when it works.
For the record,
I hate you.
Well, it can't get worse, then, can it?
Oh, no. I'm rapidly working up to "despise."
You know, we're obviously going to have to get over
this whole physical attraction thing
if we're going to work tog eth er.
Ithinki can act as though it never existed.
Shall we save the world?
Before itake the credit for this,
shouldn'tthe e.M. Pulse generator
be pointed at the gate?
You're good,
very good.
Rya'c...
You are to remain on board with Shaq'rel.
Why?
One day, you will be a great warrior.
This day, the danger is too great.
I am prepared to die.
I am not prepared for you to die.
Two gliders in pursuit.
How is that possible? Are we not cloaked?
Anubis must now have means of detecting cloaked ships.
I am decloaking and diverting power to shields.
Entering range of surface rings.
Teal'c...
Is it not equally dangerous on this ship
as it will be on the planet?
I will do my best to return for you.
Come.
Stay close to me. The forces on the ground
may have been alerted to our presence.
Chel nok!
Identify yourselves.
We must move!
That's it.
We're ready, sir.
Close the blast doors.
Open the Iris.
Energy transfer is increasing.
Seven times greater...
Eight...
10...
Go. Yeah, go.
Do it.
Activating electromagnetic pulse.
Energy transfer is still increasing.
Look, if this was going to work...
Close the Iris.
We're off—line.
She's not going to be happy when she wakes up, is she?
Medical team to the control room.
She is going to wake up, isn't she?
The path is well traveled.
We must stay under cover.
Many gliders patrol the skies.
This wound is not small.
You must be in great pain.
Nothing I cannot bear.
You could easily be dead.
I do not understand.
There was at least eight of them.
10.
How did neither of you get hit?
It is always more difficult to hit a moving target.
It is also helpful to be lucky.
There is little time to waste.
Hi.
Oh, man, iwas just starting to feel better.
Are you going to be okay?
At least until the gate explodes, yeah.
Look, I... I never meant for anyone to get hurt,
much less you.
It's okay. We had to try something.
I always wanted to be a pianist.
Excuse me?
A concert pianist—...
You know, a guy who plays piano
in front of lots of people.
Right.
What did you think I said? Never mind.
I had a not—so— Comfortable childhood.
My parents hated each other, blamed me.
Music was my salvation.
It had this perfect order for me.
That's nice... really.
When iwas 12, my teacher told me to quit.
A fine clinical player, he said,
but no sense of the art whatsoever.
Why are you telling me this?
I'm justtrying to bond.
Why?
Hospital gowns turn me on.
Iturned to science because ithought
it would be different than music,
but it isn't. It's just th e same.
It's just as much of an art as anything else.
Look, it's not your fault
that the e.M. Pulse didn't work.
You're an artist, major,
maybe the best I've ever seen.
I'm just critical because I'm jealous.
I'm touched... really.
I wish I had a brilliant plan to draw for you.
And you're funny too... Even electrocuted.
Me, I've got... I've got nothing.
You're creeping me out, McKay.
It's just self—preservation, see?
I'm beginning to realize that I'm not going to solve this,
and that one of your typically insane ideas
is probably going to be our best chance.
How much time until detonation?
You were right. We cut it almost in half.
25 hours.
What now?
Well, first, ithought I'd get dressed.
Right.
Leave.
Right.
Do you want me to hold anything, or—...
Yeah.
This weapon is unlike any Goa'uld design I have seen.
I have seen similar construction before.
It appears to have been built by the ancients.
Who are they?
An advanced race of beings
who long ago created the Stargates.
But I thought—— the Goa'uld steal their technology
and claim it as their own.
If this is not Goa'uld technology
and Anubis has merely learned to operate it, then...
Perhaps by destroying it, he will not be able to rebuild it quickly.
But do we have sufficient explosive?
That is our concern. You are to remain here.
But I—— you are injured.
You will slow our pace and risk giving us away.
My symbiote heals me. I can go.
Rya'c, listen to him.
This is but one of many battles to be fought.
Remain here until sundown.
We will try to return before then.
If we encase the gate in atrinnium alloy,
it could reduce the effects of the explosion
by as much as 40%.
There isn'ttime to implementthat plan.
If we detonate the gate right now,
we could reduce the eventual damage
by as much as 20%.
The damage to the planet's atmosphere
would still be irreversible.
Any survivors would be stuck on a world
incapable of sustaining life as we know it.
What are you thinking?
Besides the fact thatthese guys are morons?
What do you thinkthe little alien guy is doing down there?
I betyou regret coming here now.
Can't really look at it that way.
So what are you doing?
It's the stu pidest thing,
but it's been bugging me since I got here.
What's that?
We're inside a mountain.
The gate obviously can't fit
through any of these doors.
So how did we get it in here?
Yeah.
The ceiling retracts.
Above it is a shaft that leads to the surface,
and inside is a crane mechanism
that hoisted the gate down.
Interesting. Yeah.
Does it go up?
Moving the gate won't shut it off.
I mean, there is nowhere on earth that...
I knew you'd think of something.
This shield most likely extends
around the perimeter of the weapon.
The path...
Just hear me out, people.
All we need to do
is get it far enough away from earth.
Now, the x—302 can still achieve that
without having to enter hyperspace.
See, now, that's crazy.
We have less than 24 hours.
Two hours to get the gate to the surface,
four to get it to Peterson and loaded onto a c—17,
andtwo more to fly itto area 51.
The 747 meets us in Nevada,
which leaves us 16 hours
to get the whole rig mounted and airborne,
and none of this is going to happen
if we're all just standing around here.
I think that this is going to save the planet,
and we are going to do it.
Move, people.
Well done, major.
It wasn't all my idea, sir,
and I dare say it's not done yet.
Right. Sir...
You do realize that if this works,
we won't have a Stargate anymore.
It did occur to me.
Drop your weapons!
Yeah, this is sergeant siler.
We're ready. Activate the crane.
I have been instructed by my superiors
to offer you the following compromise.
In exchange for your continued cooperation
and full disclosure of the x—302 technology,
we are willing to facilitate
the use of our Stargate.
Facilitate?
A financial arrangement to be negotiated.
You want us to rent it?
A simplistic way of putting it.
The x—302's hyperspace technology doesn't work.
It will someday.
Obviously, the reason I am here in the first place
is because my government
is unwilling to incur the expense and risk
of running a Stargate program such as this.
We are simply trying—...
Here's the part you obviously don't understand.
Even if, and I stress if,
we're able to successfully dispose of this gate,
there's nothing to stop Anubis
from starting all this over again with a second gate.
No one's going to be running a Stargate program.
The second gate has to stay buried.
What did you hope to accomplish here?
Do you really think you could destroy
something created by a god as powerful as Anubis?
He did not create the weapon, and he is not a god.
Your god may have been weak, sholva.
Mine is not.
If you know of me, then you know of our cause.
The Jaffa rebellion grows strong.
All Goa'uld are false gods,
and their only real power
come from the Jaffa whom they oppress.
The next time you open your mouth to speak,
it will be to answer my questions.
You did not kill all the Jaffa at the rings.
We know there are three of you.
Where's the boy?
Evidence of how desperate
your path etic little rebellion is...
You bring a boy to fightthe war of men?
Or is it something else?
Maybe he is someone to whom you wish to prove yourself?
Bring me the old man.
Cover the boy, as he will not escape.
Unlike you, he's of little value to Anubis.
However, on your behalf,
I'll be happy to demonstrate to him
how a real warrior fights...
To th e death.
Is there anything else I should know?
Well, there's some concern
thatthe 3025 may not have the fuel capacity to exit the atmosphere
carrying the weight of the Stargate.
How is that possible?
The engines were designed for a craft
with an alien inertial dampening system
that effectively reduced its overall mass.
Yes, and?
Well, you'll be carrying a very heavy load.
How heavy?
The gate weighs 64,000 pounds, sir.
That's heavy.
And you'll need to reach an altitude exceeding 180 kilometers.
At minimum escape velocity
before I release the gate,
or it'll fall back to earth.
I know, I know.
Well, based on the x—302's rocket fuel capacity,
even a full burn won't do it,
which means the other engines
will have to get you part way up
hauling something that weighs six times greater
than they were designed to carry.
Yeah. Carter—...
The whole rig isn't exactly aerodynamic, either.
Carter...
I'm not sure I want to know any of this.
They're working on lightening the 302,
but that's why you're going alone.
Believe it or not, every pound counts.
I shouldn't have had that cake.
I wish I could go with you, sir.
Yes, I'm sure you do,
and I find that quite bizarre.
Anything else?
Well, sir, if this works, Jonas really deserves...
What?
Deserves what?
I don't know. Something.
He's the one who gave me the idea to do this.
Sir, he gave up everything
to bring us the naquadria.
The hyperspace generator doesn't work.
That's not his fault.
Good luck, sir.
Hey, what could go wrong, huh?
The prisoners will not speak.
Take them to the rings and have them
transported up to the ha'tak.
What exactly did you remove?
Weapons, some of the life support...
Don't worry. There's still more than a day's worth.
Well, if I need more than an hour, we're all in trouble.
Right.
We also took out radar,
some of the crash safety mechanisms,
landing gear...
Excuse me?
We had to in order to properly accommodate
the clamping system,
so once you re—enter the atmosphere,
you'll have to eject.
That is, after you target the 302
to splash down off the coast of Florida.
When were you going to tell me this part? Just now.
We weren't entirely sure any of this would happen
until five minutes ago.
You're not going to believe this.
Holy crap.
They're waiting for you.
Good luck.
They're airborne, sir.
Mission command, we're approaching separation altitude.
Con firming altitude at 10,000 meters.
Yeah, Roger that.
This is mission command.
You have a go for separation,
starflight.
Proceeding with separation.
Separation complete.
Good luck, sir.
Stop saying that.
Altitude reaching
velocity at mach six.
Engaging aerospike engines.
Uh, it's getting a little bumpy, command.
Roger that, starflight.
You're still too shallow
to fire the rocket booster.
All right, I may have been understating things.
It feels like this thing's falling apart.
Altitude is 42 kilometers.
He needs to reach 50
before he can fire the main rocket engine.
Command, I've got a master caution alarm.
Roger that, starflight.
I'm losing power.
Starflight, your altitude is only 48 kilometers.
Full port engine failure,
starboard at 6—0%.
Preparing to ignite rocket booster.
You're still too low, starflight.
I'm losing velocity, command.
I'm going to start losing altitude.
Command, please advise.
Okay, starflight, go with main engine burn.
Roger.
Velocity is 25,000 kilometers per hour.
28...
He's got to reach 40 and sustain it
for at least
main engine burn at 1—0—0%.
Velocity approaching 40,000 kilometers per hour.
Altitude, 1—2—0 kilometers.
Five, six, seven...
Preparing to release the gate, command.
Not yet, starflight.
I'm burning out here.
All right, that's it. I'm out of gas.
Starflight, your altitude is 130 kilometers.
He's not going to make it.
Velocity is slowing rapidly.
He had to fire the rocket booster too early.
It didn't work?
He's going to fall back to earth, sir.
Okay... got any ideas?
Anybody want to wish me luck?
We're working on it.
Based on altitude, angle of ascent, and currentvelocity,
he'll hitthe coast of Europe in 35 minutes.
If he puts the 302 in a nosedive,
he could cut his descenttime in half.
Why would we do that?
So he could drop the gate into the Atlantic.
I'm figuring there's time
for it to sink maybe 3,000 feet.
Will that do any good?
It's enough to reduce the effects of the devastation.
By how much? Not much, sir.
Enough that it's worth a shot, isn't it?
Rya'c!
We believe we can reduce the extent of the damage
by dropping the gate into the ocean.
You're going to have to put the x—302
into a nosedive and—...
What?
Starflight, it's all we've got.
What about the hyperdrive?
Colonel, it didn't work.
We just don't know where it will send me, right?
Who cares, as long as it's a galaxy far, far away.
He's right.
The window formed. It was just unstable.
Colonel, we don't have the slightest idea what would happen
if we tried to open a hyperspace window
within th e atmosph ere.
Yeah, well, given the situation...
We're taking it under advisement.
Please stand by, starflight.
Major, I can make a call.
Do it, sir.
You really are a certifiable lunatic.
I know whati said about you being an artist and all,
buti haven't slept in three days, butthis is deranged,
you're talking about creating an interdimensional field
around an already highly charged Stargate
with an unstable, unpredictable burst of energy.
I realize—...
What I am suggesting has tangible benefits.
Maybe it saves a few lives.
If this works, we save the entire planet.
What chance do we have of that?
Well, maybe we can reduce the risk a little.
How? How?
Well, the instability of the naquadria is...
Is relative to the size of the burst you're trying to extract.
We don't actually have to send the gate across the galaxy?
Even a second in hyperspace
potentially gets us millions of miles.
Make the call.
This is general Hammond.
I need to speak with the president immediately.
Altitude—— 7—6 kilometers and still falling.
We have orders, starflight. We'll try it your way.
Thank you. Run me through it.
Sir, we're going to have to override the safety protocol
that will cause the 302
to avoid an unstable wormhole.
We think we can greatly increase the chance of this working
by only activating the generator for one second.
Unfortunately,
it wasn't programmed to work for such a short time.
Hang on.
Right. Of course. Thank you.
Sir, we're going to write a new subroutine.
It'll be ready to upload in a few minutes.
All right, well, meantime, I'll just keep falling.
Carter...
We're done. Uploading the new program, sir.
All you'll have to do now is activate the generator.
Rog er th at.
You won't have much time.
I know.
Sir, if this works... I know.
Sir? What?
Good luck.
Activating hyperspace generator...
Now.
This is observer one.
Visual confirmation.
The x—302 has entered the hyperspace window.
Colonel?
Colonel, do you read?
This is observer one.
There is no sign of a chute.
There is however,
a light show going on up here.
It worked.
Deep space is estimating that the gate detonated
over three million miles from earth.
This is observer two.
I have avisual on a chute.
Moving in for confirmation.
Mission command, the cockpit module is intact.
We are pinpointing splashdown position.
Patching in satellite imagery.
Observer two, pararescue team is on the way.
Rog er th at.
Colonel O'Neill is conscious and waving.
The gate has shut down.
Let us hope it is not too late.
Look...
Teal'c...
Rya'c!
So that's it?
You're just giving up, closing the shop?
At least until we find a way
to defend ourselves againstthis kind of thing,
yeah.
It shouldn't take you long.
Yeah, right.
I thought you'd be happy.
Hey, I never said we shouldn't use the Stargate.
Well, uh, let me know if I can help
I will. Thanks.
That means you don't hate me?
Maybe.
Too bad for you.
Why?
I was more attracted to you when I did.
Really?
Right...
Colonel... I'm glad you're okay.
Thank you, sir.
You know the president wants to see you in person?
Yes, we spoke on my way here.
You can have any assignment you want.
Actually, I've always wanted to command my own boat.
For the Navy?
Or something a little smaller... with oars.
You deserve it, Jack.
Are you sure you want to take this with you, sir?
We're closed for business.
I was supposed to retire five years ago.
We don't know how long it's going to be
before we can re—establish a Stargate program,
if ever.
Actually, I just meant it says "property of us. Air force" on it.
Yeah, I still feel responsible
for the teams stranded off—world,
but there's nothing we can—...
Hammond.
We're receiving a communication.
What's up?
Go ahead. They're all here.
General Hammond...
Teal'c! Teal'c...
O'Neill... it is good to hear you are well.
The weapon being used by Anubis has been destroyed,
but we feared it was too late for the tau'ri.
Yeah, it was close there for a minute.
We approach in a cargo ship
request permission to land.
NORAD is aware of their approach, sir.
Permission granted. Welcome back, Teal'c.
Good job.
It is, in fact, rya'c who deserves the honor.
Sir, if you don't mind me asking,
what exactly did we give the Russians?
Good old American dollars, major.
You're kidding.
And the plans for the x—302 and 303.
Really?
And one more thing.
So I hear you're a pretty good pilot.
Master bra'tac taught me well.
I hope to be as good as my father one day.
Just know that no one is that good.
It also helps to be lucky.
Don't I know that.
Listen, are you sure you don't want to stick around for a while?
Kind of hang out?
Rya'c has chosen to help bra'tac
spread the word of our cause.
Well, it's good to see you again.
Colonel...
Colonel, have you got a moment?
Carter told me everything you did to help out.
We all appreciate it.
Thanks a lot. See you later.
Colonel...
Dr. Jackson is gone.
Yeah, I noticed that.
Not a day goes by when I don'tthink about what happened.
I stood by and watch ed
while he saved my people from disaster.
It should have been me
who jumped through the glass,
disarmed the device, and he's gone because I didn't.
You have to live with that. So do I.
You want me to make you feel better?
It wasn't you r fau lt.
I don't blame you.
If I could go back and change what happened,
I would do that, but I can't.
All I can do is try and change what happens from now on.
I don't want you to exonerate me.
I just want to be given the opportunity
to prove that | can make a difference.
You wanted to see me, sir?
I know this is not what you want to hear,
but part of the deal to getthe Russian Stargate
involved agreeing to let one of their officers
join sg—1.
This is the thanks I get for saving the world again?
I'm sorry, Jack.
You're going to have to live with this.
Sir, can't we just throwthem a bone, give them their own unit?
They'd be happy with that, wouldn't they?
What about sg—1?
Actually, general,
I've already chosen our newteam member.
Good luck, colonel.
Thank you, sir.
How do I look?
Uh, you might want to lose the helmet.
Good guess on the green. Thanks.
Sg—1, you have a go.
Thank you, sir.