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Teal'c was ordered to push the envelope, sir.

I'm sure he'll be back soon.

Well, that would be nice.

Where else would he go?

Good point.

Well, here we go.

Is there a problem, colonel?

No, sir. Not at all.

I'm sure teal'cjust felt he'd take her for a spin.

Around the world.

Well, while we're waiting, I have someone...

Who'd like to meet your team.

Colonel Jack O'Neill, major Samantha Carter...

Dr. Daniel Jackson, allow me introduce to you...

Lieutenant general vidrine.

Colonel. General.

Major. General.

Doctor. General.

General Hammond has told me nothing but good things.

Has he, sir?

Well, then, I'm sure he's left something out.

Such as?

Teal'c? You there, buddy?

Teal'c: Look immediately to the southwest of you.

Wahoo!

What in god's name is that?

That, general, is the x—301 interceptor.

Looking good, Teal'c.

Give us another flyby, low and slow.

As you wish.

It's a hybrid craft, sir...

Made with a combination of good old American know—how...

And 2 Goa'uld death gliders...

That sg—I recovered a couple of years ago.

It may be the most impressive aircraft I've ever seen.

Carter: Oh, it's more than that, sir.

Up till now, we haven't had a platform...

From which we can launch an attack...

Against a Goa'uld ship.

Now we do.

What makes it fly?

Well, that's difficult to explain, sir.

The power plant doesn't exert force against gravity...

So much as take inertia out of the equation.

Even pilots are immune to ordinary g—forces.

We don't completely understand the physics of it—...

Major, I'll just accept the fact that it flies.

Yes, sir.

Oh, it flies. Yes, sir.

I always like to get the view of the man in the cockpit.

How does she fly, son?

The vehicle performed within expected parameters.

Wahoo!

Sorry, sir, I couldn't help...

But get caught up in Teal'c's enthusiasm.

Upon completion of a flight test program...

We hope to deploy the x—301 as an orbital defense craft...

Under your command, sir.

In all seriousness...

If that's all right with you, colonel...

How effective can a single fighter be...

Against a potential fleet ofgoa'uld warships?

That is what these tests endeavor to determine.

Let's find out. What's next?

I take second seat for an air—to—air live fire test.

Our sgc control room will serve as mission control.

Light that candle, boys.

Yes, sir.

Does general vidrine wish us to perform...

Some sort of candle—burning ritual?

Yes. That's it exactly.

Request permission to proceed with weapons test.

You're go, digger one.

Proceeding to target area.

Copy that, you're go for phase 2.

That's them?

The x—301 is equipped with stealth technology.

Normally it wouldn't even show up on radar...

So we've installed a special transmitter for the test.

These blips represent the target drones.

301 is carrying 2 aim—120a air—to—air missiles.

Major, are you suggesting a slammer missile...

Would be capable of taking out a Goa'uld mothership?

If it's armed with an naquadah—enhanced warhead...

And modified with a shield frequency modulator...

Yes, sir.

Beginning attack run now.

Whoo—hoo!

Digger one, you're going to overshoot.

Teal'c, target's back that way.

I am no longer in control, O'Neill.

Excuse me?

The craft is no longer accepting input from the controls.

The drive is at full power.

Flight, I'm declaring an emergency.

The ejection system has malfunctioned.

We are no longer in control of the vehicle.

I repeat, we have lost control and cannot eject.

Please advise.

Digger one, digger one, this is flight.

They're not responding.

We're experiencing atmospheric interference.

Major Carter?

The glider was setting up to attack the target drone...

When it accelerated into a steep vertical climb.

It's off our radar. We're attempting to reacquire tracking.

Are you saying they've gone into orbit?

I'm saying they're heading straight out into space.

You said the 301 was capable ofspace flight.

Yes, sir, it is... but that wasn't part of the test.

Teal'c wouldn't do this intentionally.

There has to be something wrong.

A malfunction.

Must be, sir.

Get me the shuttle action officer at space command.

Shuttle won't be able to reach them, sir...

Unless we can find some way to turn them around.

It's all we've got.

We've got NASA's deep space tracking...

Looking for the glider now. With the dsp and NORAD data...

They should be able to get a hack on it...

And hopefully restore communication.

Flight, this is digger one.

Cheyenne, we have a problem.

Nothing's working back here.

Teal'c? On our 6, is that what I think it is?

If you think it is earth, yes.

It's shrinking.

Its size remains constant.

Rather, it is we who are moving away at extreme velocity.

These instruments indicate drive shutdown.

We are no longer accelerating.

That's good.

I will attempt to restart.

Apophis: Shol'va.

To all those who would turn against their god, know this:

For your insolence, you will die in the cold of space.

What was rightfully mine will now return to me.

Was that who I think it was?

And did he just say what I think he said?

If you think it was apophis, and that he said the gliders...

From which this craft was constructed..

Contained a device designed to return this glider...

To his homeworld, then yes.

He also mentioned something about... dying?

In the cold of space.

Right.

Well, the old boy hasn't lost his touch, has he?

Digger one, come in. Jack or Teal'c, please respond.

Nothing.

NASA deep space tracking is trying to boost the signal.

General, maybe we should contact...

Our allies capable of space flight.

Tell them our situation.

Proceed, doctor, sg—2 will stand by to assist.

How fast is the glider going now?

Roughly a million miles an hour, give or take.

At least they're no longer accelerating.

George, maybe it would be best if I returned to the Pentagon.

See what our people can contribute from that end.

You bring them home.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I have an idea...

But a whole lot of things have got to go right...

In order for it to work.

O'Neill: Cheyenne, we have a problem.

Digger one, this is flight. Reading you five by.

Why haven't they responded?

We'll have to wait for it, sir.

It's the time lag, sir,

the length of time it takes our radio signal...

To travel from earth to the x—301 and back.

How are we on consumables?

We have sufficient power and life support for several days.

Several days.

Well, that's something.

How long will this thing take to get to wherever it's going?

Assuming this device is programmed...

To return to apophis' original homeworld...

Several hundred years.

Several hundred.

Years.

Yeah, just let me do the math on that here.

Carry the 4.

The installation of this device...

Was clearly the result of my betrayal of apophis.

Before I became shol'va...

Such a device would have been unnecessary.

So?

I am indirectly responsible, O'Neill.

Now stop it. We'll be fine.

Jackson: Digger one, come in.

There, see?

Jackson: Jack or Teal'c, please respond.

Yeah, flight, digger one, we read you.

We have lost control of the craft...

To some sort of hidden recall device...

That apparently the scum—sucking slimy snake—ass apophis...

Installed in his death gliders. Over.

Flight, do you copy?

Flight, I don't know whether or not you can hear me...

But controls are not responding.

No thrusters and no reaction control system.

We are purely ballistic.

Over.

Colonel, you're so far out...

There's already a time lag of a few minutes...

So conversation is going to be a problem.

We've received some preliminary tracking data...

From the deep space network.

The glider is going to pass relatively close to Jupiter.

We're hoping if we can somehow...

Nudge your trajectory just a bit...

You can perform a slingshot maneuver...

Back toward earth. Message ends 1430 zulu.

The time lag. Good thinking, major.

It will take at least 3 minutes...

For our radio signals to get that far out...

Even at the speed of light.

O'Neill: Yeah, flight, digger one, we read you.

We have lost control of the craft...

To some sort of hidden recall device that apparently...

Apophis installed in his death gliders. Over.

Flight, do you copy?

Flight, I don't know whether or not you can hear me...

But our controls are not responding.

No thrusters and no reaction control system.

We are... ballistic.

Damn it!

I was counting on them having at least some ability to maneuver.

I don't know how to swing them around Jupiter...

Without reaction control systems.

Carter: We're hoping if we can somehow...

Nudge your trajectory just a bit...

You can perform a slingshot maneuver...

Back toward earth. Message ends 1430 zulu.

Message understood at 1433 zulu.

Ok, how do we do that?

Without control of our thrusters...

We are incapable of nudging.

Right.

Flight, this is digger one.

We have negative nudging capabilities.

Stand by, flight.

Teal'c, the weapon system we installed...

Shouldn't be affected, right?

What are you considering, O'Neill?

Our missiles.

At this velocity...

A great deal ofthrust would be required...

To significantly alter our trajectory.

We just need a nudge.

I am unsure of that specific measurement.

Flight, digger one.

We've got 2 aim—120 Alpha rocket motors that may...

I'll say again, may be at our disposal.

O'Neill: Flight, digger one.

We've got 2 aim—120 Alpha rocket motors that may...

I'll say again, may be at our disposal.

Can we override the release mechanism...

And keep them attached through burnout?

If so, we'll need to calculate...

Where, when, and duration of burn.

Digger one at 1458 zulu.

Major Davis?

They want to cook off the missiles, sir.

What for?

If we can get enough delta v...

Out of the missiles' rocket motors...

Our plan might still work.

We'll need an override procedure. Can you do it?

Yes, but that's the easy part.

Talk them through it.

We'll need halfan hour to make the burn calculations, sir.

Half an hour? Major, don't get me wrong,

but the margin for error for this—...

That's the time that we've got.

I realize that.

They thrust in the wrong direction they hit Jupiter.

Wait any longer and we're too late. Sir?

Do it.

Ok, missile selection switch to aim—120a.

Air—to—air radar mode to 4.

Slow down, for crying out loud.

You'll see an "out of range" message.

Enter update and load the figures...

I read you previously...

Which will override the firing inhibitors.

Teal'c, you getting all this?

Now at that point, you will get a tone.

Carter: Fire missile 2 followed by missile 1 att plus 10.

I know this sounds like a lot, guys...

But it's what we have to do.

You can commence at any point from 1622 zulu.

This is flight, 1618 zulu.

O'Neill: That's right about now.

Whenever you're ready.

Air—to—air mode bore.

Update. —update.

Ready.

Flight, this is digger one.

We copy updates and we're ready to begin burn.

Selecting missile 2.

And...

4,3,2,1.

Weapons are releasing.

Look out!

Preliminary data coming in.

Digger one, this is flight.

We have nojoy on the burn.

I'm sorry, colonel...

But the missiles just didn't have enough thrust.

Your current trajectory takes you out of the solar system...

And towards the oort cloud...

Which you should reach in a few months.

We're all still thinking down here...

So don't give up.

1813 zulu.

We're all still thinking down here...

So don't give up.

1813 zulu.

Cabin pressure's holding.

We didn't spring a leak.

Though I may have just taken one.

Our situation has indeed worsened.

You think?

Indeed. Impact with the missile...

Has damaged both power and life support.

I've always wanted to see the oort cloud...

So there's that.

Flight, this is digger one.

The failed burn caused damage...

To our power systems and life support.

No propulsion ofany kind and limited consumables.

The attempt to change their course has damaged...

Both their life support and power systems.

Now for the moment, we're recommending...

A complete shutdown of all non—essential systems.

Maybe there's a way they can disconnect or override...

Whatever it is that locked them out in the first place.

It's worth considering.

No, sir, I don't think it is.

Why not?

Well, it's logical to assume...

That there's also a fail—safe mechanism...

To prevent the pilot from attempting exactly that.

We don't know that for a fact.

Yeah, but it makes sense.

At this point, I recommend we concentrate...

On ways to maximize life support.

Davis: The engineers who designed the x—301

are running scenarios now. They can scrub co2...

But oxygen and power are going to be a problem now.

And it is going to get cold up there.

Dr. Jackson?

The tollan regret they don't have a spacecraft...

Either fast enough or close enough...

To get there within a year.

And the tok'ra?

I spoke with anise personally.

She said they have a scout ship...

Within a day or so of earth, barely.

But it's on a covert mission to a goa'uld—occupied world...

And the high council doesn't want...

To expose their operative by making contact.

Then why would they bother to tell you that much?

They hope that the operative will complete the mission...

And report back to the high council...

In time to help Jack and Teal'c.

I assume anise refused to say...

Where or what this covert mission was.

And to understand not wanting to jeopardize...

The life of a tok'ra important to both of us.

I mean, I sort of lost my temper...

But she said she was doing us a favor...

By telling us as much as she did.

Maybe she was.

We know a scout ship's maximum speed from our mission to net...

We also know it's a goa'uld—occupied world...

Relatively close to earth, so...

So that narrows it down.

Yes, it does. Sir, with your permission?

Granted.

Navigation off, fire control systems off.

Targeting computer off.

Illumination at minimum setting.

Is that all we can shut down?

The radio, O'Neill.

Right.

Flight, this is digger one at 1952 zulu.

We have initiated power conservation...

And will have to terminate the downlink.

We'll reconfigure for a comm pass...

5 minutes before and after every hour.

Jackson: This is flight. Hold tight, guys, we've got a new plan...

To try to reach you with a tok'ra scout ship.

Message ends at... What time is it?

1947 zulu.

Flight, digger one. We would prefer to do something.

Tell us how to fix this thing and we'll fly ourselves home.

Jackson: Oh, and if you're thinking...

Of trying to disconnect the recall device...

Sam thinks that would just make things worse.

This is p2c—257.

It is the only goa'uld—occupied world...

That's even remotely within a scout ship's range of earth...

At maximum speed.

The tok'ra operative must be there.

What are the risks?

Well, sir, as you know...

Sg—14 spent several days there...

Observing a Goa'uld mining operation.

And they managed to get in and out without being detected.

So can we. There's still the matter...

Of identifying the tok'ra operative.

Anise said it was someone important to both of us.

Someone we know.

At least that's what we're hoping.

We know what the risks are, sir, and we're ready.

I can see that. You have a go.

Thank you, sir.

Tell them to hang on, sir.

We'll get there.

Digger one, this is Hammond. Dr. Jackson and major Carter...

Are procuring a craft fast enough to rescue you.

But you're going to have to hang on for another 24 hours.

I know that sounds like a long time...

And I know you want to do something...

To get yourselves out of this.

But the best thing you can do is conserve your energy.

Hammond out at 2100.

Twenty—four hours.

Our current power and life support...

Will not last 12 hours.

Let me do the math.

We may have to go into the mine.

What about contacting the operative by radio?

Are you out of your minds?

What the hell are you two doing here?!

We were looking for you.

Well, you better have a damned good reason...

Because I was

from detonating a weapons—grade shipment of naquadah...

That would have vaporized a sizable chunk of this planet!

Now if I hadn't spotted you two coming through the stargate—...

You saw us?

Yes, the ship was cloaked. "Was" being the operative word.

Now they know we're here.

Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c need your help.

What happened?

They're stranded in a disabled glider headed into deep space.

This was the only ship within range.

Good enough.

Let's go.

What is it, major?

General, sir, major Carter and Dr. Jackson...

Are now aboard a tok'ra scout ship...

Piloted by her father, sir.

We're designating it digger two.

I call that good news, major. What's the problem?

We only received the one coded message, sir...

Before they made the jump into hyperspace.

Now by my calculations...

Even at the scout ship's top speed...

Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c will be dead by the time they arrive.

What do you say we turn up the heat?

We must conserve as much power as possible.

By the way, I've done the math.

As have I.

So what do you say we turn up the heat?

It's cold in here.

I am aware.

You know, I've already done that freezing to death thing...

And it's just not as enjoyable as it sounds.

So if we just consider there's no chance—...

There is a chance, O'Neill.

24 minus 12.

If I place myself...

In an extremely deep state of kel'no'reem...

My heart rate will decrease...

And our oxygen requirement will be lowered considerably.

Who will I talk to?

There is little to say, O'Neill.

We have fought and won many battles together.

It has been an honor to serve the tau'ri by your side.

We are brothers.

Wow, that's... u h...

Is there anything you wish to say, O'Neill?

What could I possibly say after that?

Back at you.

If we are to die, we die well.

We could do better.

Vibration. No kidding.

We're at 132% of maximum speed.

If we don't shake apart first, we might just get there.

Is that wise?

No.

You did not know about the recall mechanism?

Well, apparently apophis didn't need a recall device...

Until Teal'c planted the seeds of rebellion on chulak.

We didn't have a clue.

The devices are new, even to the tok'ra.

You could have told us!

You could have told us of your intentions.

Yes, why didn't we?

Same reason we didn't. Politics.

So how do you intend to get them out of the glider...

Once we get there?

There's no chance it will fit into the cargo bay.

Well, we were kind of hoping...

That you could, like, beam them out.

Beam them out? What am I, Scotty?

I have an idea, dad...

But colonel O'Neill and Teal'c...

Are going to have to take a leap of faith.

This is digger one.

Teal'c's meditating to conserve oxygen.

I'm trying to sleep, but it's hard.

Co2 levels are high.

Headache...

Is bad.

Send aspirin.

I estimate 3 hours.

This is digger one.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Not yet.

But there will be something wrong?

Well, let's just say I'd like to stop for a second...

And make some repairs...

But this isn't a particularly safe part of town to pull over.

And what were you thinking anyway...

Retrofitting a death glider? You should have known better.

The technology you're screwing around with...

Is way over your head.

That is the most arrogant—...

I can't believe that that just came out of your mouth.

Well, it's the truth.

You of all people should know—...

I am uniquely qualified to know...

Just how technologically infantile the human race is.

Infantile?

Yes, in comparison with the Goa'uld and tok'ra...

You're very young.

You are so—...

There's nothing wrong with being young!

But you've got to learn to take small steps.

You can't just slap a us. Air force sticker...

On the side of a death glider and call it yours.

Advancement like that has to be earned.

Aren't the Goa'uld...

And the tok'ra, for that matter...

Where they are by stealing the technology from other races?

Yes. Yes, but the tok'ra

were flying around in ships like this...

When most of the people on earth still thought it was flat.

What's that?

Just what I was afraid of. We've overtaxed the drives.

Computer: Proximity alert.

We're still in a bad part of town?

The worst.

We can probably get the drives back on—line...

But it's going to take a few minutes.

Excuse me, is that what I think it is?

Can we cloak the ship?

No, all main power systems are off—line.

Can you speak with the Goa'uld dialect?

The dialect, yes.

That's all you need.

When they try to make contact with you...

Place your hand here and just use your imagination.

Take your hand away and it will broadcast.

Sam, can you give me a hand?

O'Neill: I'm trying to sleep, but it's hard.

Co2 levels are high.

Headache... is bad.

Send aspirin.

I estimate 3 hours.

This is digger one.

Shall I respond, sir?

Do we have any new information to pass on?

No, sir.

Not since major Carter reported they boarded the scout ship.

Let the man try to sleep.

Yes, sir.

All right, we're almost finished.

Sam'sjust finishing.

That's good, because I don't think they bought my act.

Why? Who did you say you were?

The great and powerful oz.

Sam! Almost there!

We've got to go!

Punchit

It's been almost 3 hours.

I'd like to send a final message to colonel O'Neill.

Yes, sir.

Carter: Flight, digger two.

We are in the solar system and preparing for retrieval.

We estimate our time to station keep with digger one...

Is 4 minutes. Stand by.

We're trying to contact digger one, sir...

So far without success.

Digger one, this is Carter! Do you read?

Are we too late?

I think they're unconscious.

Well, we have to wake them up somehow.

Damn it, colonel, we haven't come all this way...

To take you home in a box! Now wake up!

Let me give them a nudge.

Carter: Colonel O'Neill!

Carter?

Carter.

Yes, sir.

Hi.

Hi, sir.

We're going to find a way...

To get you back home safe and warm.

What's your reserve oxygen status?

I don't... what?

What's your reserve oxygen status?

Carter, is that you?

Sir, we're over here ready to bring you home...

But you're going to have to trust me.

They're suffering from anoxia, oxygen deprivation.

Do you trust me, sir?

Sure. Good.

Is Teal'c conscious?

Teal'c.

Teal'c.

O'Neill.

Look, it's Carter.

She wants to talk to you.

Major Carter. Little oxygen remains.

Cabin pressure?

Also very low.

We copy that...

So we want you to do exactly what we say.

First, remove your restraints.

Then on my Mark, blow the canopy of the glider and push off.

We will die. Negative.

You'll be all right if it's only for a few seconds.

Teal'c, the only way we can bring you aboard...

Is with the ring transporter.

That means you have to be clear of the glider.

You got it?

I understand.

Good.

I need you at least 5 meters from the scout ship.

Close together.

Stand by until I get into position.

Jacob, is that you?

Yes, it is, Jack.

Now do what we tell you.

Do you know your ship's bigger than ours?

Colonel, we need you to concentrate.

Blow the canopy.

On my Mark, not before.

Right.

Make sure your helmets are secure..

And set your oxygen at 100%.

You'll need to pre—breathe the last of it...

In deep breaths, holding each one in.

You'll need to power the system before you blow the canopy.

Then disconnect the umbilical and exhale as much as possible.

Stand by.

We're in position.

Stand by in the hold.

Colonel, Teal'c, are you ready?

Ready.

3, 2, 1, Mark.

They're all right!

Flight, this is digger two.

We have colonel O'Neill and Teal'c aboard.

They're both alive.

Welcome aboard.

Jacob.

Thanks for stopping by.

What the hell, I was in the neighborhood.

You need a lift home?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Carter: Flight, this is digger two.

We have colonel O'Neill and Teal'c aboard.

They're both alive.

Well done, digger two, well done!

Congratulations! Now come on home.