These warriors are of both ramius and tilgath.
This meeting did not go well.
Some of these warriors have been shot in the back.
They were killed while retreating.
There was no honor in this battle.
Tilgath.
Ramius must have betrayed their allegiance.
The first prime of ramius.
He is alive. —you must go from this place.
Why did your master betray tilgath.7 speak.
We came to forge an alliance.
My master did not do this. He barely escaped alive.
Then what happened here?
One warrior. You must—...
What the hell happened out there?
Our intelligence was correct.
A summit between ramius and tilgath did indeed take place.
However, when we arrived, ramius had already fled.
All those who remained had been slain,
including tilgath.
By this one man alone?
From the way he fought us, I do not doubt it.
An ashrak?
He was unlike any warrior we have previously encountered.
Obviously, you were able to take him down.
He withstood the brunt of our weapons fire
before finally succumbing.
Its armor must protect it from energy—based weapons.
If that's the case, we could be dealing with
an entirely new kind of technology.
And we believe this wasn't a setup
by ramius to kill tilgath?
Ramius' Jaffa were equally as decimated.
His first prime said his master barely escaped alive.
So, obviously, someone found out
about the alliance and wanted to stop it.
Major, run whatever tests you have to.
I'd like to call the tok'ra in on this one, sir.
With your permission.
Do it.
I wanna know everything we can about this warrior.
The suit must be affecting the mri.
As long as he's wearing that armor,
we're not gonna learn anything more.
His helmet is made up of two pieces.
Pass me those forceps.
Looks like he's fused right into the suit.
Some sort of breathing filtration system.
It's a Goa'uld.
Quite frankly, that's not as shocking as the host.
How so?
It has an incredibly unusual organ structure.
Everything's out of proportion.
Physiologically, the heart and lungs
had to be abnormally large
to supply enough blood and oxygen to its muscles.
Basically it's like someone
tried to genetically engineer the perfect athlete,
without any concern for longevity.
Leaving it to the symbiote to sustain its life.
An engineered host.
A seriously flawed one.
Even a Goa'uld symbiote
wouldn't be able to compensate for long.
We're still in the process of analyzing genetic data,
but for now we can tell you,
there was no evident trauma from energy weapons.
What does that mean?
The warrior's armor appears to possess some sort of
advanced energy—absorption technology.
If it works the way I think it does,
it wouldn't matter how many staff
or zat blasts were fired at it.
Nothing would get through.
Are you suggesting that Teal'c and bra'tac didn't kill it?
Yes, sir.
Apparently, the host was on the verge of a pulmonary failure
long before it encountered them.
It had a heart attack?
Sorry, Teal'c. You didn't stop it.
You and bra'tac just got lucky.
Its entire cellular structure is less than three weeks old.
It is organic, but it was definitely created in a lab.
We know the Goa'uld
have been trying to physically perfect a host
that would be superior to humans.
Well, this thing is definitely a lot stronger than humans,
but it's far from superior.
Traditionally, the Goa'uld
are also somewhat vain about their appearance.
This was obviously intended to be a new form of foot soldier,
possibly a reaction to the recent uprising of the Jaffa.
What's most interesting is that this being was not alive
when it was first grown.
It was given life after it reached its mature state.
Frankenstein's monster.
How do you know that?
Remnants of a unique energy signature within its cells.
It's similar to the residual effects
left by the use of a sarcophagus.
Could it give life to something
that wasn't alive in the first place?
No, a sarcophagus is designed to boost health and longevity,
heal or revive someone terminally injured.
They are nowhere near powerful enough
to animate non—living cellular matter.
Then what could have?
Thousands of years ago, a Goa'uld found a device
originally created by the ancients.
He determined its primary purpose was to heal...
But it was so powerful,
its effects on human hosts ultimately proved devastating.
However, after much research and experimentation,
the Goa'uld was able to use the technology
to create the first sarcophagus.
Obviously he wasn't able to eliminate
all of its negative side effects.
The tok'ra have long sought this device
in the hope of using it to perfect the sarcophagus technology,
so that we could all benefit from it.
Now it may be the key to fighting this new warrior.
How? — With the device,
we may be able to devise a weapon
to counteract this life—giving energy.
Who was the first Goa'uld to find the device?
His name was telchak.
Telchak.
Nicholas Ballard, my grandfather.
One of Nick's early obsessions
was finding the so—called fountain ofyouth.
Uh, he claimed he'd found evidence
indicating the source of the fountain's power
was a piece of alien technology
used by early Mayan tribes around 900 bc.
Nick traced its origins to chac, the Mayan god of rain.
And you think this chac may have actually been telchak?
Just a hunch.
Maybe not just a hunch.
The primary function of the device was to heal, right?
For the ancients.
For humans to see any positive effect,
it would be from limited exposure at a safe distance.
Still, if the device was kept hidden near a water source,
it could be the basis
of the fountain of youth mythology.
Nick believed chac's temple
was located somewhere in Central America.
He spent decades of his life searching for it,
but came up empty.
I've been over his notes,
and most of it's indecipherable.
The only mention of the temple's location
is somewhere near a waterfall in a river.
This is written in an obscure dialect of Goa'uld.
- So where is it? - —It's here.
If selmak's right, telchak's temple is in southern Honduras.
How can we be certain the device is there?
We can't, but...
We think we know who's responsible
for creating the Goa'uld warrior.
Telchak? —no.
After telchak created the sarcophagus,
Anubis went to war with him
for possession of the original ancient device.
That was long ago,
before Anubis attempted to ascend.
Anubis defeated telchak,
but he never did find the device.
It was believed to be hidden in one oftelchak's many temples.
You think Anubis is behind this?
He knew about the technology.
Well, he never actually found the device,
but he ultimately wouldn't need to.
He would've gained access to the knowledge when he ascended.
He could have built himself a new one.
Still, it's only a guess.
Yes. —yeah. But it's a good one.
The good news is, sir, the original ancient device
is most probably still here on earth.
If we could analyze the technology of this device...
It might be possible to engineer
a weapon we can use against these warriors.
Not to mention the possibility
of harnessing its power to heal.
Very well.
Dr. Jackson, take Dr. Lee
and see what you can find. Dismissed.
Are you sure this is the right place?
This is where he said he'd be.
What if he doesn't show up?
Well, we have a few beers, make a few friends.
I am Rogelio. Rogelio duran, at your service.
This is just my dayjob.
You must be Dr. Jackson.
That's right. Uh, this is Dr. Lee.
So, you guys wanna see some temples?
Actually, we wanna see one temple in particular.
Here.
I'm sorry to tell you this, senor,
but there are no temples there.
What you wanna do is go north.
That's where all the good stuff is.
There's lots of ruins.
My cousin has a truck.
We could be there in five hours.
Yeah, I'm sure the north is great,
but we really wanna go here.
Senor, I have been to this part
of the country many times.
There is nothing there, I promise you.
North. That's where you wanna go. Trust me.
Look, either you take us south, or we'll find someone who will.
Uh, okay, okay, okay.
It's your money.
You say your cousin has a truck?
Simone.
His house is just around the corner.
Of course, there is the issue offilling the tank with gas.
Okay! Now we're talking business.
Let's go, gentlemen.
Uh... look, I need a receipt or something.
I gotta fill in the paper...
If Anubis is truly behind this...
Then his strategy is to assassinate
any minor goa'ulds vulnerable to attack,
absorbing their troops and resources
in preparation for battle
with ba'al and the system lords.
How many more of these so called minor goa'ulds have suffered attacks?
At least three.
These new warriors are devastating.
Do we have any idea where they're coming from?
No.
Our fear is it's only a matter of time
before Anubis targets earth.
These beings are a great threat to all who hope to one day
see the Goa'uld wither in defeat.
If Dr. Jackson can recover this ancient device—...
Even if he does... There is no guarantee
the tok'ra can devise a weapon
capable of fending off these warriors.
We were only able to learn a limited amount
from our study of the dead warrior and its armor.
The only way to learn more is through interrogation.
Which means we have to capture one alive.
What have we got, major?
The warrior's armor is able to resist
our strongest armor—piercing weapons,
as well as absorb energy—weapon fire.
However, we've discovered that the material
is made up of a close—knit fiber
that's very similar to kevlar,
meaning something small and sharp should be able to penetrate it,
such as a fine—tipped trinium dart.
According to bra'tac, the fact that this ramius is still alive
makes him a likely target.
Ifthere are enough rebel Jaffa under his command,
gaining access to the planet shouldn't be a problem.
The plan is to stake out the Stargate on ramius' planet
and capture one of the warriors when it comes through.
What if one doesn't come through?
Well, we come home, I suppose.
However, let's say bra'tac is right.
We meet his contacts on ramius' planet,
and set up an ambush using a tok'ra force field to trap the warrior,
and then hit it with tranquillizers.
How does a dart get through the shield?
They're one—way. They keep things in, not out.
Uh...
So what do you think? —I have some notes.
According to the map, we're in the right place, but, uh...
This makes no sense.
The legend of the fountain ofyouth says
that all nearby water flows towards it.
Well, how's that possible?
Well, maybe the device has special properties,
or maybe it's just superstition,
or maybe it means the waterflow from that waterfall back there
flows in the direction of the temple.
Well, it should be right here, but—...
Nobody ever listens to me, man.
I tell them there are no temples out here.
But what do they do? They come out here anyways.
Now, the north... The north has roads.
We could drive to any temple we want,
but instead we're out here walking through this jungle—...
Yeah, okay. Um, let's spread out, look for a temple.
In lieu of that, look for a totem, a marker of some kind.
Anything that might tell us where to go from here.
Found it!
I believe this is the best spot to settle for your ambush.
This path leads directly to the pyramid of ramius.
I will go now to ensure that your eventual escape will be undetected.
Brother. —tek matte, master bra'tac.
It is an honor to be in your service.
Many thanks, adal.
Right, Carter, do your thing.
Reynolds, I want flanking positions
set up on either side of the clearing.
Roger that.
Ring the perimeter with c4 claymores.
Not much faith in plan a?
Since when has plan a ever worked?
Right.
You okay? —yeah, I'm fine.
At least you were right about there being something here.
Listen, we're gonna go look around. Stay put.
You got it, senor. Havefun.
This is definitely early Mayan stonework.
Oh, yeah.
Sg—3 Sierra, this is sg—I niner.
What's your status?
We're maintaining position.
Stargate is secure. There's no activity.
Maybe we should start a pool.
Is this cramped thing getting to you?
Why would they make these passageways so narrow?
Maybe they were skinny people.
Uh, and the roof, too. Ow, my head! God!
Skinny, short people.
It's a dead end.
There's no other passageway.
Nothing on the walls or ceiling,
no glyphs, no seals, no ancient script,
not even a pictograph.
Isn't there always writing?
You know, I mean, somewhere there's bound to be...
Maybe not.
Sg—1 niner, this is 56—3 Sierra.
Target has just come through the gate
and is en route to your position.
Right, heads up.
Do it...
Carter? —I don't understand, sir.
Hit him again?
A third dart could kill him. We want him alive.
Son of a bitch...
Fire in the hole!
C4!
Sir, our position's been made.
All right. Grab the wounded and saddle up.
Sg—3 Sierra, dial the gate.
We're aborting the mission.
Negative, sg—I.
We have major unfriendly Jaffa closing in on our position.
We cannot hold the gate.
Repeat Stargate is not secure.
Soon we will be surrounded.
If we fight, many more will die.
What do you wanna do?
Surrender.
There is a chance adal and his rebel Jaffa can free us later.
Dr. Jackson? Dr. Lee?
Yeah, we're here. We found a chamber.
Gonna be a while.
Ah, take your time, senor.
We're paying him by the hour.
I don't understand.
How are we supposed to find this thing
if there is no writing?
All water flows towards it.
So?
Give me your canteen.
Here, hold this.
What good's that gonna do?
There's something under here.
You're good.
How's he doing?
He's stable for now, but we've gotta get him out of here soon.
I'm fine.
Jaffa!
I'll handle this.
Greetings!
Well, uh, I know how this looks,
so I think it's important
we clear up any misunderstanding right away.
We did not come to kill you.
Honest.
Am I right?
The fact is, and this is the fun part...
We actually came to save your asses.
All your asses.
Do you see the irony?
All right... there's this guy out there,
big guy, big guy in a black suit,
none too fond of you goa'ulds.
Well, anyway, he's the one we're after, not you.
So if you wanna let us go, we'll be on our way...
To save the world another day.
You're not buying this, are you?
Jaffa!
Kree!
Uh, that went well.
That went well.
Well, at least it has writing on it.
Yeah.
What's it say? —I have no idea.
Careful!
It's the root technology of a sarcophagus,
which by itself causes madness and addiction.
This is supposedly something far more powerful,
so accidentally activating it could be bad.
Okay.
Let's just try picking it up without touching it too much.
I think running would be a good idea right about now.
Dr. Jackson, can you hear me?
Your friend's condition worsens.
Yeah, well, your friends can show up anytime now.
We must consider that they may not.
Really?
At least we are alive.
Yes... if you call this living.
You're worried that the super—soldier will kill ramius
and then just slaughter the rest of us.
"Super—soldier"? —no?
It has a ring.
Most likely, the warrior was only after ramius.
When we attacked, its only concern was escape...
So that the mission may be completed.
So what? We just sit around while ramius gets whacked?
Then what?
Hey.
Hey, what? A little conversation gonna kill ya?
Look... I know you're all about loyalty.
Well, so am I.
In fact, many's the time—— —shence!
Teal'c?
Hear me, Jaffa.
Your master is a false god and will surely be defeated.
However, you still have a chance to be free.
Your words mean nothing to me. I know who you are.
Theshol'va, Teal'c. And bra'tac.
O'Neill of the tau'ri.
Assassins who believe they could slay my master.
Well, if we're assassins... Who's that?
Hmm?
Dr. Jackson, Dr. Lee, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Are you okay? I thought you were dead for sure.
What happened, senor?
We triggered some sort of trap.
I think figured out why those passageways were so narrow.
It's to prevent people from escaping alive.
You're good.
What have you found?
I'm not going to Rob you, senor.
Consider this. Does it sound like it's going well?
Your master will be a slave, as will you, if you do not free us.
You lie. My master is a god.
He is invincible.
You're next, you know.
Ramius will force you to die for him
while he attempts to escape.
My god will fight for his people.
You are wrong, my friend.
Your god is somewhere cowering in fear like a child.
I have seen it before.
He will not hesitate to sacrifice all your lives to save his own.
Hey! What about us?
Shouldn't it be getting easier to convince these guys?
Sir?
Hang in there, Reynolds. —as long as it takes.
Ramius has fallen. Go now, before it comes for you.
Go! Come on, guys.
Come on, let's go, let's go.
Come on.
Listen, if this is a turf thing
we're not aware of, we're sorry.
Oh, no, senor. Please, por favor, don't speak.
No, I'm just saying that whoever you guys think we are, we're not.
Who do I think you are?
I don't know.
We're... we're scientists.
Archaeologists, as a matter of fact.
I'm just saying if this is a kidnapping, which I'm assuming it is,
you should know we're not worth anything.
Trust me, gringo. Everyone's worth something to somebody.
I tripped. I'm sorry. I can't see anything.
Chalo!
What just happened? —your guide, he tried to run.
What can you do?
Maybe now we'll all stay on the path.
After you.
It would appear ramius was attempting to get to one of his ships.
Sir, I think we still have a chance
to capture the warrior.
How?
Transport cycle complete.
Carter, did you get him?
Got him. —Good.
4ndeed...
Chino! Jose!
Far enough!
Look, I don't know what you expect,
but no one's gonna pay anything for us.
We're not worth nothing.
That is unfortunate for you.
Because if no one pays, you both die.
It's still unconscious? —not surprising,
considering we voided the cargo bay of life support
as soon as we got it on board the ship.
It took ten minutes for it to pass out.
I'm surprised it's even still alive.
Itputup ahehofafightsm
Hammond.
Very well.
Your prisoner is awake.
Who do you serve, hmm? Speak!
I serve Anubis.
How were you created?
I think it's safe to assume
they're not going to get anything more out of him.
Have you found anything else?
Our initial scans indicate below—normal brain—wave patterns
emanating from both the symbiote and the host.
Basically he's got all the strength
and healing powers of a normal Goa'uld,
but none of the normal personality traits.
The Goa'uld use sophisticated brainwashing techniques.
I'm open to suggestions.
How can we find out what it knows, ifanything?
There is one possibility.
We may be able to use a memory—recall device
to access any conscious images in its mind as it thinks them.
Do it.
Sir?
Any word from Daniel? —no.
Dr. Jackson is now six hours overdue
per his regular contact schedule.
That's late, even for Daniel.
The Honduran government has assured the state department
they are looking into it.
They've sent some people
to their last reported location.
So far, they found nothing.
If his brain waves are compatible with the device,
we should be able to see whatever he's thinking holographically.
What is your planet of origin?
That's the sky above his planet.
I don't recognize any of these star configurations.
This could be anywhere.
We have star mapping technology
that should be able to pinpoint this location in the galaxy.
He just gave us his home world.
I know it's not much, but we do what we can.
So... here's my proposal for you.
I will ask questions, you give me answers.
I believe you, you get more water, food,
maybe even a blanket at night.
Okay?
Okay.
Who do you work for?
I told you. We're archaeologists—...
Maybe I was not so clear.
If I don't believe you, things get worse for you.
Much worse. —you kill us, you get nothing.
Maybe I kill one of you to get your government's attention.
Who lives? Who dies?
That's up to you, my friend.
Okay, you listen to me.
What you're doing now is a big mistake.
You see people, very powerful people are gonna come for us and...
Well, let's just say by letting us go now,
you're gonna save yourself a lot of trouble.
Okay.
We do it the hard way.
Understand this.
I will not hesitate to kill you both,
make an example of you for your government,
so the next time they will take us seriously.
You should know, many prisoners talk as you do.
"My friends will come and save me."
It gives them hope.
The tok'ra call it tartarus.
It's a seemingly unoccupied planet
on the edge of goa'uld—controlled space.
The tok'ra are currently trying to get us as close as they can
to assess any defenses that might be there.
Sir?
I'm afraid I have some bad news.
I just received a communique
from the state department in Washington.
It appears that Daniel Jackson and Dr. Lee
have been kidnapped.
Our best guess is they've crossed the border into Nicaragua.
However, as of this moment,
we have no idea where they are.