Stargate SG-1

Dial the gate! Dial it now!

I swear, sir, I thought they wanted to smoke a peace pipe.

- Morning. - Morning.

- When is SG-1 due back? - Hour and 22 minutes from now, sir.

- Tell Major Carter I have a message. - Yes, sir.

Incoming wormhole.

Receiving SG-1's identification code.

It's a code red, sir. Looks like they're under fire.

Defence unit and medical team to the gate room.

Opening the iris.

Next.

I've been shot.

Some sort of... tranquilliser.

Steady pulse. He's just unconscious, sir.

Classify P2X- 374 as unfriendly, sir. Fairly primitive from the looks of it.

I presume Captain Hagman will need to be reassigned?

- I'd say so, sir. - We'll debrief in one hour. Dismissed.

Major.

I got a call this morning from area 51. It's done.

Jonas.

Major. How's Colonel O'Neill?

Partially torn ligament in his knee. He'll be OK.

- Captain Hagman? - He'll make a full recovery.

What does that make? Eight now?

Nine, if you count the two hours Captain Matthison lasted.

Right. So there's no need for Ancient Babylonian?

Not exactly. Do you think you can spare a few hours?

- Sure. For what? - You've been here three months.

General Hammond thought you might finally like to leave the base.

Yes. That would be great. Where we going?

- Nevada. - Clear skies, 73 degrees.

There are at least 500 other channels, you know.

But this one, this one is fantastic.

You have all of your weather from all over your planet right here.

Even long- range forecasts. It's like... predicting the future.

- Well, there is some science involved. - I know. What's in Nevada?

- Do you like surprises? - Sure. I love'em.

Hey, Major?

How do I know what colour to wear?

We call each other every morning.

I thought you'd like to see the prototype as soon as it was completed.

Wow. You're way ahead of schedule.

- Very impressive. - Thank you.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'm sorry?

Dr Larry Murphy, Colonel Jack O'Neill.

This is Teal'c. This is Jonas Quinn, the man who introduced us to the naquadria.

Pleasure to meet you.

In case there was some doubt about what I was just saying: no.

I'm sorry. To what exactly?

O'Neill believes you are going to request that we test- fly this aircraft.

Of course. Sir, I wasn't around for it,

but we're all familiar with your experience with the X- 302's predecessor.

Are you, now? Really?

Well, sir, I can tell you that this is a very different ship.

Sir, the X- 301 was a modified glider. Now, while many of the 302's systems

were retroengineered from Goa'uld technology, it is human built.

So was the Titanic.

This could be the most important breakthrough for Earth

since the discovery of the Stargate.

- Why's that? - It has four sets of engines:

air- breathing jets, modified aerospikes for high altitude, and a rocket booster.

You said four, right?

The fourth engine is a hyperspace- window generator.

Even Goa'uld gliders can't enter hyperspace.

They're too small to carry the Goa'uld version of the generator.

- Ours are much more compact. - Because of the naquadria.

Jonas, this was possible because of you.

It's still a few weeks away from a practical test, but all indications look good.

If this performs the way it should,

the X- 302 will be the first human- built spacecraft capable of interstellar travel.

The deal made by our...

I am aware of every aspect of the arrangement, Colonel.

Jack, come in.

Colonel, you know Colonel Chekov, the Russian envoy to the SGC.

We've met.

Colonel Chekov feels that as a symbol of our joint efforts,

a Russian officer should be assigned to join SG-1.

Over my rotting corpse, sir.

Colonel?

I'm sorry. Did I say that out loud?

I said I would discuss it with you and that you would give it careful thought.

And that I will, General. But I'm still pretty sure I'll say "Bite me. "

Colonel, would you excuse us?

General.

So sorry.

I'm sorry, General. You know I mean no disrespect toward you.

I know. I should have reprimanded you in front of the colonel,

but I agree with your sentiments in this case.

Who decided every team has to have four people?

No one says they do.

But Daniel Jackson provided SG-1 with invaluable knowledge, linguistic skills,

and, in my opinion, a very beneficial viewpoint.

One I think is important enough to replace.

- But not with a Russian. - I agree.

But my patience is starting to wear thin on this matter.

I think I've given you a great deal of latitude lately, given the situation.

- Sir... - Jack.

You're off the mission list anyway until that knee fully heals.

Use the time to try and get some perspective.

Find someone qualified you can work with.

I'll have all available personnel files forwarded to you. Dismissed.

Yes, sir.

- Major. - Yeah?

I realised I never actually thanked you for letting me see the X- 302.

Well, General Hammond ordered me to invite you.

I'm glad the naquadria's gonna be useful.

- Yeah, looks that way. - Can I see the plans for it?

Yeah.

Hammond says I should give you what you want regarding the naquadria, so...

He's a man of his word.

I doubt it'll mean much to you without an understanding of our science.

Maybe you can recommend some related reading.

Yeah, sure. I'll type up a list.

Great. Thanks.

You know, Major... I'm as physically fit as anybody on this base,

and I've committed to memory almost all of Dr Jackson's work.

Everything?

According to the tests, I am able to learn much quicker than the average human.

All very interesting, but...

I wanna join you, explore other planets,

discover new worlds, new cultures, help rid the galaxy of the Goa'uld.

I get the picture.

I can't stay here the rest of my life. I can't go back to my planet.

They don't realise the threat. I can help them by helping you.

I can also help finish what Dr Jackson started.

Jonas... I understand why you wanna join SG-1.

And I'm sorry, but... I just don't see it happening.

He trusts you.

I believe it is you he must learn to trust.

How can he learn to trust me if he won't even speak to me?

He holds me responsible for what happened to... Dr Jackson.

I believe you are correct.

How can I even begin to make up for it if he won't give me the chance?

- This really a sport on this planet? - Are you injured?

It'll take more than that.

Tell you what, if I knock you down, you gotta talk to Colonel O'Neill for me.

OK.

I'm OK. I wasn't ready.

I'm ready now.

Little snack?

The universities of this great nation are getting lax in their admissions.

To whom are you referring?

I can be as diplomatic and open- minded as anyone.

Hammond is insisting SG-1 needs a sociopolitical nerd

to offset our overwhelming coolness.

Have you considered Jonas Quinn?

Now, I know you've been practising, but I still can't tell.

Is that a joke?

He wishes to fight against the Goa'uld.

He's an ali...

.. en.

He's an alien.

I don't think we need someone else on the team.

You, Carter and I can handle things just fine.

- You learned to trust me, O'Neill. - That's different.

I do not believe it is.

Like me, Jonas Quinn may be an alien to this world,

but he is committed to the Tauri's cause.

That doesn't mean I want him watching my back in battle, OK?

Unscheduled incoming traveller.

Bra'tac, what's up?

Tek matte, Master Bra'tac.

I am sorry I did not come sooner, Teal'c. Drey'auc is gravely ill.

No need to ask. Go.

- I didn't know he had a wife. - Yeah. And a son, Rya'c.

They were banished from their home on Chulak when Teal'c defected.

At one point, Apophis brainwashed Rya'c and tried to use him against us.

- Bra'tac's been looking out for them. - Why didn't Teal'c bring them here?

Drey'auc wanted to stay with her own people,

and Teal'c was away on missions most of the time anyway.

He tries to get home as often he can, but it's not easy for him.

- You'd never know. - Teal'c's not exactly an open book.

Still, I'm usually better at reading people.

Major!

Why was I not informed about the X- 302?

For example, it might not be that obvious to everyone, but he is actually very upset.

How did you find out about the X- 302?

That is not the issue. Article 3A clearly states...

The X- 302 has nothing to do with the Stargate.

The naquadria being used to power the hyperspace- window generator was...

- Unauthorised incoming wormhole. - What now?

I'll take anything over this.

We're not receiving an IDC, sir. In fact, there's nothing, sir.

What's up?

Apparently, nothing.

- Nothing? - So it would seem.

- That's a twist. - Gate's functioning.

- We're looking at an incoming wormhole. - But nothing is incoming?

- As far as I can tell. - The Goa'uld used that tactic before.

To block our escape while they attacked in ships. Yeah.

Nothing from deep- space watch either.

This doesn't make any sense.

To keep a wormhole open, you have to send something through -

a radio signal, anything.

We're getting... nothing.

- Figure it out, Major. I'll call the president. - Yes, sir.

Don't look at me. I got nothin'.

As you see, conditions are harsh.

But they have been safe here.