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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.

(Clears throat)

(Rumbling)

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.

(Speaking Chinese)

(Speaking Chinese)

Mitchell:
Yeah, that's very funny.

(Speaking Chinese)

Harriman: Chevron seven locked.

(Alarm blaring)

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?

(Clearing throat)

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.

(Chirping)

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?

(Tapping on keyboard)

You can't possibly
have a taste for...

(Chirping)

For meat loaf?

(People chattering)

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.

(Sighing)

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.

(Chirping)

(Alarm blaring)

(Thudding)

All clear.

(Chirping)

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.

(Moaning)

Dr. Myers, are you okay?

(Groaning)

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.

(Alarm blaring)

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.

(Clicking)

Colonel, do you read?

It's all right. I imagine it's
just a little power fluctuation.

(Chuckling)
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.

(Chirping)

Teal'c?

What is that?

It's the bugs.

(Rumbling)

What's happening?

(Panting)

(Yelling)

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.

(Chirping)

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.

(Static buzzing)

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.

(Chirping)

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.

(Chirping)

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."

(Explosions)

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.

(Whispering)
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."

(Rumbling)

What the hell is taking them?

Jackson on radio:
Where are you guys?

(Whispering)
Requesting radio silence.

(Chirping)

(Whispering)
I think we're good to go.

Perhaps we should keep any
unnecessary conversation to a minimum.

Okay.

(Knocking)

Sir, we just received a subspace
transmission from the odyssey.

Its eta is five hours.

And the Pentagon's on line two.

(Sighs)

Thank you, chief.

Landry here.

(Footsteps approaching)

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.

(Grunting)

(Shouting in Chinese)

(Chirping)

Let's move.

(Rumbling)

Look out, look out!

(Machine guns firing)

(Static buzzing)

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.

(Electricity surges)

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?

(Machine guns firing)

It's time to improvise.

Okay, go.

(Static buzzing) 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?

(Chirping)

They are approaching
from the right.

Well, the motion sensors work.

That pushed them back a little.

Over there!

(Rumbling)

(Explosions)

(Chirping)

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.