Mitchell: I'm just a glass—half—full kind of guy.
We found a cure to the prior's plague,
and we got it out to the planets that needed it.
And it has been some time since the last reported outbreak.
That's right, I'm chalking that one up to the win column.
Look, all I'm saying is let's not get carried away.
Yes, we stopped them this time, but you can be damn sure
they're already thinking up some other means
of spreading fear and destruction
through this galaxy.
Yeah, that's why we call them the bad guys.
And by the looks of things the next one's gonna be something big.
Priors are already starting to step up the rhetoric
with all this talk of doomsday
when all shall witness the final battle
between the light and darkness.
That's what they said about tyson—holyfield,
there's always a rematch.
All right, let's move out.
These ancient ruins aren't gonna explore themselves.
Landry on speaker: Hold up, sg—I!
Shut her down.
Your mission has been scrapped.
Why?
Because you're needed elsewhere.
General, what's going on?
A team of representatives from the international oversight advisory
are going on a tour of the gamma site.
Pentagon wants 56—1 to accompany them as their official escort.
Teal'c: That is a most unusual request.
It will be ioa's first time offworld.
The president wants to make sure it goes off without a hitch.
He figures, who better to ensure that than our top team?
Sir, I don't mean to gripe.
Permission to gripe granted.
We're being put on babysitting duty?
Don't underestimate the importance of this mission.
This is the ioa.
These people carry a lot of influence with the Stargate program.
How it's run, how it's funded.
You should feel honored.
Just, uh, don't keep them up past 10:00,
and remember to read them a bedtime story
before tucking them in for the night.
It's, uh...
It's much bigger than I imagined.
We get that a lot.
Chapman, Mr. Lapierre, miss shen,
I'd like you to meet our escort to the gamma site, sg—I.
Lieutenant colonel Cameron Mitchell.
Lieutenant colonel Samantha Carter.
Teal'c.
And Dr. Daniel Jackson.
Phd in archeology, anthropology and philology.
The man who solved the riddle of the Stargate.
Shen xiaoyi, graduate of Beijing foreign studies university
and the London school of economics and political science,
former attache to the Chinese mission in the United States.
Mitchell: Yeah, that's very funny.
Harriman: Chevron seven locked.
The gamma site is 24,000 iig ht years from here.
But once we step through the event horizon,
it will take us less than one second to get there.
After you.
Just to clarify,
I'm going to be disassembled at the molecular level,
then reassembled on the other side?
That's right.
And the chances of my being reassembled incorrectly?
Highly unlikely.
But not impossible?
That's a word I stopped using nine years ago
when I joined the Stargate program.
This planet was chosen for several reasons
including its unique radioactive ionosphere,
which makes it difficult to lock onto surface targets from orbit.
So no one can steal the Stargate?
You can't be too careful these days.
We have over 30 scientists engaged in ongoing projects here at any given time.
This is Dr. Myers, our lead entomologist.
Doctor, would you mind telling us a little bit about your research?
Yes.
I'm studying an asexual, fast—reproducing insect,
responsible for the devastation of numerous offworld crops.
A space bug.
Right. Space bugs.
However, for the purposes of my research,
I refer to them as r75.
Now, the fact that these insects
have only manifested themselves on planets
recently visited by priors makes their analysis a top priority.
Is there anything to indicate that this is more than mere coincidence?
No, not yet.
Now, our initial research proved incredibly challenging
due to the short life spans of the r75 specimens
until we succeeded in dramatically increasing their life cycles
by depriving them of sustenance.
They feed, and they die within a matter of hours.
They starve, then they live.
So far it's been three days and counting.
Would you stop that, please?
A bit lethargic, aren't they?
Look at those.
They're nocturnal.
No, they function during the daylight.
They just prefer the darkness.
They spend most of their time burrowing underground,
consuming crops from the roots up.
Now, r75 also displays a rather interesting defense mechanism,
which we're still in process of studying.
Observe.
Echolocation.
Exactly.
I theorize they use it to detect their enemies,
such as birds, for instance.
All right. Thank you, Dr. Myers.
Let's move on.
Well, I——I'm not done yet.
We get the idea, thanks.
Our next stop is Dr. Sharma, our lead botanist.
Seriously, what are we doing here?
Honest answer? PR for the Stargate program.
I'm telling you,
today it's escorting foreign delegates on offworld tours,
tomorrow, it's carnival conventions and supermarket openings.
I know how you feel, but if we can somehow reassure the ioa
of the job Stargate command is doing...
Daniel Jackson, the problem is not the ioa.
Okay, if we can somehow reassure the Chinese government.
Oh, I thinkthey're looking for more than reassurances.
Well, can you blame them? I mean, three years ago
we promised to share all offworld technologies.
Of a non—military nature.
That wasn't in the original wording of the agreement.
Look, I don't wanna argue about this.
I'm right. We'll leave it at that.
Compelling argument. Teal'c, what do you think?
I think I should've remained with the tour.
Science fair's over.
Looks like Dr. Toshiaki's magnetic—resonance field study
was the crowd favorite.
How wonderful for him.
What's for lunch?
Meat loaf Monday.
Do you mind if I go grab something?
Take your time.
I'm gonna run some tests.
Come and get it.
Not hungry?
You can't possibly have a taste for...
For meat loaf?
Don't feel like joining us at the other table?
I'm just in the middle of...
Okay, don't mind if I do.
Sorry, you were, uh, just in the middle of something.
Taking notes on my visit here
while the details are still fresh on my mind.
This tour has provided me some wonderful insight into
tedious offworld research,
and the lunch menu here on your gamma site.
Well, believe it or not...
Is this where you tell me
the sgc has no choice but to maintain its air of secrecy
surrounding its operations?
That as an outsider, I could never understand nor appreciate
the work you all do, saving our planet time and again?
Well, actually I was gonna say,
believe it or not, the meat loaf's pretty good.
In the three years since our nations
signed the gate alliance treaty,
your government has made great strides
in the field of military technology,
but left us out in the cold.
Well, I hate to say it,
but so long as the us military is running the show,
that's just the way it's gonna be.
Perhaps it's time thatchanged.
There's no way the American military
will ever give up control of the Stargate program.
Maybe it won't have a choice in the matter.
So, uh, what did the test say?
I don't know.
I was called in to help Santiago with his mealworm situation.
You know, Pullman, if I wasn't such a patient man, I swear...
Oh, my god.
All clear.
Damn thing bit me.
I must say, colonel, the scope of the facility
has surpassed my expectations.
Yes, quite remarkable.
For my part, I'm somewhat disappointed.
I was hoping the tour would be a little more thorough.
The gamma site is a us military facility, miss shen.
Access to some of the more sensitive areas is restricted.
Dr. Myers, are you okay?
R75 breached containment,
and we had to exercise a disposal protocol.
Dr. Myers was bitten,
but he went to the infirmary to get checked out
and they didn't find anything wrong with him.
How the hell did the bugs breach containment?
Well, Dr. Myers thinks he may have triggered
some sort of massive reproduction cycle
after feeding them a piece of meat loaf.
Wait a minute. R75 is omnivorous?
Carnivorous, actually.
They seem to have lost their taste for plants.
The representatives are getting a little anxious.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that we be permitted
to return to earth as scheduled.
I'm sorry, Mr. Woolsey. No one's going anywhere.
This base is under lockdown until we can establish
the source of Dr. Myers' condition.
Where is he going? Back to earth.
Where he'll be quarantined.
He gets to go back?
We don't have the medical facilities for this.
If we don't send him back, he could die.
I am sorry, this is totally unacceptable.
The Pentagon will be hearing from the ioa about this,
and you could be certain your name will be mentioned, colonel.
Whoa, carnivorous. Move, now!
This is outrageous.
Mr. Woolsey assured me that we will be leaving on schedule.
Back to the elevator. We're going upstairs.
What's going on?
We have a bit of a bug problem.
You don't want to be last.
I'll explain it.
I don't understand. What happened to him?
Well, I can't say for sure,
but my guess is that the bug must have laid its eggs in him.
They incubated, and when they hatched...
Well, we know they eat meat.
I'm sorry I asked.
Well, I think we're past the point of coincidences.
It's no question these bugs are the prior's follow—up to the virus.
And it appears they were designed to circumvent any attempt
to forestall their destructive nature.
Deny them crops and their physiology adapts to an alternate food source.
Yeah, us.
Colonel Pearson.
Colonel, do you read?
It's all right. I imagine it's just a little power fluctuation.
Nothing to worry about.
Oh, damn it.
That's enough of this.
Colonel, what's the situation?
Not good.
There were thousands of those things in the pod.
They killed one of my men before we retreated.
We lost the gate room?
We need to take it back.
Sounds like a plan.
Mr. Woolsey, my men will escort
you and your people to the surface.
Get you to a safe location.
Get you as far away from here as possible
until this situation is contained.
I don't think so.
Excuse me?
Sg—I will escort us out.
They're here to ensure the safety of this delegation.
You understand that no one gets off this planet until the gate is retaken.
And I'm sure colonel Pearson and his people will do
everything in their power to make sure that happens.
In the meantime, you will take us to the surface.
You will protect us as per your orders from the Pentagon.
All right. Get them out of here.
Woolsey: Excuse me.
Surely we could have taken a Jeep.
We're headed to an unmanned research station.
It's located approximately 10 clicks from here, through dense forest.
Then I have to ask if this is really necessary.
I mean, couldn't we just wait here
until colonel Pearson gives us the all clear?
Our orders were to take you to the research station.
That's where we're going.
Teal'c?
What is that?
It's the bugs.
What's happening?
We have to move! Now!
Mitchell: Hold up!
Hold up.
I think we can assume the bugs got off the base.
They must be using their echolocation
as a means to hunt their prey.
Us. She means us.
Where can we go? They move underground.
We need rocky terrain, somewhere difficult for them to move.
We can try the caves. This way.
Get them inside.
They're coming.
They're highly sensitive to sound.
The concussive force of our weapons
should be enough to drive them back.
Are you serious?
Fine. Where do we shoot?
Carter: Just fire at the ground.
Very nice.
All right, folks, listen up.
We're surrounded by rock here,
so there's no way the bugs are digging in.
We've got the entrance covered.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Till we run out of bullets.
Bullets. Yeah.
What do you have for me, chief?
Sir, we are unable to acquire a video feed from the surveillance cameras
in the gamma site gate room,
but I've managed to pick up motion—sensor telemetry.
What have you found out?
I learned that bugs still creep me out.
It all started when I was a kid
and my parents took me on this picnic,
and this bug crawled up on me...
Maybe you'd prefer to hear this story another time.
I doubt it.
Oh, well...
Oh. Oh. Uh...
After careful analysis of the telemetry we got back
from the gamma site gate room,
I have determined that this is our culprit.
R75.
The prior bugs.
Yeah, well, that connection has yet to be determined,
but you know we were originally investigating
this pesky little crop—killer
as a possible weapon against the addictive kassa harvest
being produced and distributed by the Lucian alliance.
And the various specimens we——we got from different offworld locations
were incredibly voracious.
So voracious that they would literally eat themselves to death,
but when deprived of nourishment
these insects underwent some sort of...
Fascinating. How do we kill them?
Well, I mean, given the updated data,
I should be able to whip something up.
Very well, as per protocol cr91,
we'll be sending the odyssey
to deliver the payload from planetary orbit.
Cr91? Uh, sir?
The——the toxin will be lethal to humans as well.
I mean, uh, we'll have to be sure that the gamma site
is evacuated before we deploy it.
That's assuming there's anyone left to evacuate.
On the bright side,
I was worried that my report would make for a boring read.
So I'm—— I'm guessing we're gonna lose points for this little incident.
To be honest with you, my report is a mere formality.
Ultimately, it'll have no bearing
on my government's plan of action
in regard to the Stargate program.
What exactly should we be expecting down the line?
Dr. Jackson... Daniel.
Daniel.
Maybe now is not the right time
to be having this conversation.
When would be a good time?
Perhaps when we're all back on earth,
and not having to worry about being eaten alive by alien insects.
Look, I understand your government has issues with Stargate command,
but you cannot deny the accomplishments, nor the significant...
That has nothing to do with it.
Daniel, let me ask you something.
If nine years ago, it had been my country
and not the United States military,
that had given you the opportunity to travel to the stars,
would it have made a difference to you?
Would you have turned us down?
No, of course not.
So long as the priority remained offworld exploration that could benefit earth,
I would have gladly accepted the offer.
I may hold you to that someday.
At ease.
Colonel Pearson, come in.
Pearson, come in.
Gamma site, do you read?
Damn it. If they haven't answered by now...
Yeah, I know.
You okay?
Yes, sir, I'm fine.
I'm just a little bit rattled, is all.
We have heard nothing from the gamma site since we left.
I fear we must assume the worst and plan accordingly.
Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.
We cannot remain here indefinitely.
Eventually, this position will be overrun.
Yea h, we need to get as far away as possible.
Well, given the rate these bugs are multiplying,
it's doubtful we could outpace them on foot.
We must return for the f—3025.
Jackson: He's gone!
Airman Walker's missing.
What do you mean "missing?"
I just went to the front to check on him.
He's not there anymore.
Perhaps he's just stepped out to relieve himself.
We'll be back.
Walker.
I think I got something.
Coming to you.
We're too late.
Walker.
Hey, just take it easy.
Wait. Don't move.
Jackson, why don't you go back to the cave,
tell Carter Teal'c and I are going for the 3025.
Where are you planning on landing them?
We'll do an aerial surveillance, we'll find some place,
then we'll come back, we'll get everybody
and ferry them to a safe location.
Okay. Where would that be?
Far away from here.
All right. Okay. Well, good luck.
Let me ask you a question.
In all the years you were fighting the Goa'uld,
did you everjust step back and say,
"sooner or later our luck's gonna run out,
"we're gonna get our asses kicked?"
Never
never? Not once?
Even though you were massively outnumbered, fighting an opponent
with superior technology and firepower?
They may have had the superior forces and resources,
but we possessed something far greater.
Which was?
Ajust cause.
I had no doubt the Goa'uld would be defeated.
Perhaps not in my lifetime,
but I knew eventually they would fall.
And I have no doubt the same fate awaits the ori.
See, that's what I like about you.
You're always positive.
Hell, you're probably already past this bug situation,
thinking about what movie you want to watch tomorrow night.
I was considering old school.
"My boy, blue."
What was that?
Wait here.
Teal'c, Cameron, what's your status?
We're okay, Carter.
Jackson on radio: What happened?
Looks like the base self—destruct trigger.
Gamma site's gone.
Chapman: How could the self—destruct have been triggered?
The bugs must have gotten into the system.
What difference does it make now?
The base has been destroyed!
Please calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down!
If we'd been allowed to leave on schedule...
Please, keep your voice down.
I am sick of being told what to do.
Why should I listen to you?
Why should any of us listen to you?
Because you are alerting the bugs to our presence.
Colonel, a word.
I understand you're doing everything in your power to help us,
and I appreciate that,
but I think you're being a bit insensitive to our needs right now.
All I'm asking is for a little reassurance.
A few words to let them know that everything is gonna be okay.
I don't think it's too much to ask, all things considered.
Mr. Woolsey, if I could go back in time,
which admittedly is an opportunity
I am occasionally presented with,
I would have made sure that we left the base as scheduled.
But the reality is, for the time being we are stuck here,
trapped in this cave, surrounded by predatory insects
with no way of getting to the Stargate.
Now, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have a hard time
mustering up a convincing pep talk,
all things considered.
I see.
In that case, I'd just like to point out
that this routine offworld excursion
has turned into a disaster,
and the ramifications for Stargate command will be enormous.
Saving our lives would go a long way
toward minimizing the damage.
I'll keep that in mind.
Don't worry. She said everything is going to be okay.
I'm telling you, it's time you got your own place.
Well, I endeavored to establish a life off—base last year.
I even went so far as to acquire my own apartment.
Unfortunately, it did not work out.
Yeah, you got framed for murder.
But you can't let one bad experience put you off.
Hell, first time I moved out, I lived next door to a guy
who practiced his drum solos all night long.
When we get back,
I'm gonna help you find your own place.
That will be unnecessary.
Dude, what are friends for?
For listening when they are told, "that will be unnecessary."
What the hell is taking them?
Jackson on radio: Where are you guys?
Requesting radio silence.
I think we're good to go.
Perhaps we should keep any unnecessary conversation to a minimum.
Okay.
Sir, we just received a subspace transmission from the odyssey.
Its eta is five hours.
And the Pentagon's on line two.
Thank you, chief.
Landry here.
All right, scratch plan b.
What do we do now?
Maybe if the gate is buried, they won't be able to send a rescue team.
Which means they'll send the odyssey.
In fact, it's probably already on its way here.
So all you gotta do is sit back, relax.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Theoretically.
Theoretically?
Theoretically, yes, the odysseycould come
and beam us off the planet's surface.
But?
Look, I'm sorry, but there's no point in sugarcoating this.
If Stargate command is operating under the assumption
that the base has been lost, they'll enact protocol cr91.
What's that?
Once in orbit, the odyssey will launch a payload,
probably a neurotoxin, that will wipe out r75.
That will allow Stargate command
to mount a salvage operation at the gamma site.
But they'll beam us out of here first.
Our transmitters won't work because of the interference in the atmosphere.
What about our life signs?
Because the bugs are multiplying at an alarming rate,
and because of the fact that we are completely surrounded,
the odyssey won't be able to pick up our individual readings
inside a sea of life signs.
Oh, my god.
What you're saying is that they're coming out all this way,
but instead of rescuing us, they're going to kill us with poison gas?
Because they have no way of knowing that we're still here.
Then we're going to die on this planet,
25,000 iig ht years from earth.
Hey, relax.
For starters, it's only 24,000 iig ht years.
What's your eta for odyssey?
I have no way of knowing exactly when it was sent,
but given the approximate time
that Stargate command lost contact
with the gamma site, and allowing for production of the toxin,
I'd say inside of a few hours.
We must find a way to contact the odyssey
to let their crew know that we are alive.
Except our only way of communicating with that ship
went up with the gamma base. Maybe not.
The research station.
It must have some sort of communication array
that allows it to transmit data back to the gamma site.
But is it capable of reaching a ship in planetary orbit?
It could if! Had some time to work on it.
Then all we have to do is get to the research station.
Right, and the only thing between us and it,
is five miles of forest and a whole lot of bugs.
Piece of cake.
Keep moving.
Icannot
we're almost there.
That is what you said almost halfan hour ago.
The transmission we'll be sending will enable the odyssey
to triangulate our position and pick up our individual life signs.
But we all have to be within the target area.
We've been walking for hours.
We don't have time to sit around.
We are in violent agreement.
You know what? Sit here.
You cover our six, but stay alert.
You'll hear the bugs coming, but tree ferrets give no warning.
Tree ferrets?
Yeah, nasty buggers.
Swoop down and separate a man's head from his torso before he can blink.
You're—— you're lying.
Wait.
We're almost there.
Stop saying that.
There it is.
Let's pick up the pace.
Let's move.
Look out, look out!
Can you do it?
Colonel, is it working?
It's too late. We're too late.
They're right outside.
Is it going to work?
Do you think you can make it work in time?
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Let her do her work!
Thank you, Mr. Woolsey.
You're welcome.
How's it going?
I need to significantly boost the power
in order to penetrate the radioactivity in the ionosphere.
All right, boost it already.
Yeah, I think I'm good.
The vibrations being generated by the communications array
must be attracting the bugs.
Carter: Think you can hold them off?
Is this a bad time to tell you we're almost out of ammo?
It's time to improvise.
Okay, go.
How long before they receive the transmission?
They should pick it up as soon as they enter orbit.
But like I said, we have no way of knowing when that's gonna be.
How long can they hold off the bugs?
They are approaching from the right.
Well, the motion sensors work.
That pushed them back a little.
Over there!
That's the last charge.
Woolsey: Miss shen suffered a broken ankle
and has taken an indefinite leave.
Mr. Lapierre and Mr. Chapman, meanwhile,
have gone back to work,
none the wotsg for wear.
What kind of fallout should we be expecting from all this?
Surprisingly minimal.
You may face an official reprimand,
but the ioa recognizes the fact
that these were circumstances beyond your control.
It may seem like they do an inordinate amount of complaining,
but off the record,
the ioa has nothing but praise for the job you're doing here.
Just don't let it go to your heads.
Well, I'm heading back to Washington.
Thank you again for the offworld tour.
It was an eye—opening experience.
While you were gone, we received reports
that two more planets have been hit by these bugs.
R and d are working on solutions that target these insects
without harming other plant and animal life.
I thought I'd lost you there.
Nice to have you back.
So we, uh, still doing movie night?
Yeah, why not?
Good. I've already picked something out.
Old school?
Starship troopers.
Is it humorous?
Is it ever.