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Sorry, I haven't changed, sir.
The message said it was urgent.

Hello, again, major Carter.

Warrick.

It's good to see you again.

You too. What brings you here?

When last we spoke,

you strongly reiterated your desire
to gain access to serrakin technology.

Yes, of course.

Unfortunately, diplomacy
between our respective leadership

has been slow to develop.

I'm sure they're
just being cautious.

As I was telling general
Hammond and Dr. Jackson,

I am here to
offer you full access

to the ion propulsion engines
on theseberus.

Well, that's great.

Sir, this could—— —I've
read your report, major.

I won't debate the value
of the technology.

But there's more.

In return,
I would like your help...

To win a race.

It is called
the loop of kon garat.

Every year, the largest corporation on
my planet, known as tech con group,

awards an extremely lucrative
contract to the winner of the loop.

A contract?

It is a time—tested method

to find the most qualified pilot
with the best ship for the job.

The race is open to anyone.
There are few rules.

The winner's ship
must arrive first and intact.

Let me just get this straight.

The government of your planet
is allowing you to share

advanced technology with us

in exchange for us
helping you to win a race?

Not exactly.

I have arranged for a small
group of you to come to hebridan

on a diplomatic visit.

There is no rule preventing you
from helping me in the race

and what you learn
while you're there...

So, unofficially.

How can we help? —major.

Can't hurt to ask, can it, sir?

The power system you used to
recharge theseberuswhen I was stranded...

A naquadah generator...

As you know, theseberus
has been through quite a lot.

However, my diagnostic
analysis of its systems

showed greatly
improved efficiency

when supplemented
by the naquadah generator.

I'd like to participate.

Well, actually, I was not
asking you to join me.

Well, why not? I'll have to
interface the generator.

Could you not just show me?

Well, naquadah generators
are very valuable to us.

We're not about to
let one out of our sight.

Besides, you never know what
issues could arise on the fly.

Major, I feel compelled
to warn you of the danger.

The loop is not for
the faint—hearted.

Well, we take risks to obtain
advanced technology all the time.

For me, there would
be no better way

to learn about your ship
than to see it in action.

A victory would mean
a great deal to me.

I am not above
accepting your offer.

With your approval, sir.

Major, I expect you to evaluate
the risk of this mission

on an ongoing basis
and act accordingly.

As always, sir.

Hey. — Hey.

You ready? —yeah, just about.

Warrick has set us up some meetings
with the highest—ranking members

of the hebridian government
and business community.

Bet colonel O'Neill's
really looking forward to that.

Oh, yeah.

You really think this
is worth it? —absolutely.

Why, don't you?

No... yea h, I just...
You just seem unusually...

Gung—ho — "gung—ho"?

This is kinda more than about
attaining new technology for you, isn't it?

You mean helping warrick?
He did once risk his life for me.

Yeah, I heard that.

I just think that there's
something else.

Look,

I know that this
could be dangerous.

But this is ourjob, right?
It's what we signed on to do.

We take risks in the hopes of
achieving new levels of technology.

If, and I stress "if,"

participating in this race
happens to be a little bit...

I don't know...

Fun?

What's a girl to do?

Nothin'. That's just
what I thought.

I'm ardal hadraig
and welcome back

to tcnn's exclusive coverage
of the 59th loop of kon garat.

Now, with the loop set to
begin tomorrow morning,

we have a startling new
development to report.

Perennial also—ran,
warrick Finn announcedtoday

that his co—pilot
will be a human

from the planet we've
come to know as earth.

Major Samantha Carter's
participation

will Mark the first inclusion
ofan alien in loop history.

A band of explorers happened
upon him when his ship, theseberus,

crashed on an uncharted planet

while transporting convicts
to the outlying prison colonies.

Now, the question
on everyone's mind

is will these earthlings bring
warrick luck a second time around?

Continuing coverage
of the loop of kon garat

is brought to you by tech
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When you've got an
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May I introduce
you all to eamon?

He is responsible for making
theseberuswhat it is today.

And he is my younger brother.

Ah, yes. I see the family
resemblance. It's uncanny, boys.

It's like...

Colonel Jack O'Neill, this is—...

You just had to do it, didn't
you? There was no stopping you.

Eamon...

You really think theseberus is incapable
of winning this race without their help?

Eamon!

They saved me from certain death

and are responsible for my
getting back home to hebridan.

I suggest you show some
respect. —my apologies.

I am honored to meet
my brother's saviors.

And you must be major Carter.

The one without whom
we could not win the loop.

You know, I feel
all warm and fuzzy.

- How about you?
- —Major Carter,

if you are to be my co—pilot, you
will need to know how the ship works.

What is this?

A complete operations manual
for theseberus.

I had it translated for you.
—thank you.

That's not our language.

It's mine, sir. —right.

Warrick, the long—range scanning
control unit didn't come in again today.

When I called,
they said our credit—...

I will go myself
and pick one up,

after I get back from escorting
colonel O'Neill, Dr. Jackson, and Teal'c

to the hebridan
capital building.

T, you coming?

Major Carter has requested that
I remain so that I may assist her.

She did? —I did?

Indeed.

Right, yes, thank you.

I do not wish to disappoint
major Carter.

Yes, I know the feeling.

Shall we? Stay in touch.

I am in your debt,
major Carter. 4ndeed.

With all your science
and engineering,

I'm a little surprised you don't
have a power source that rivals this.

Oh, they exist. We
just couldn't afford one.

Warrick is desperate, major.

How do you mean?

He was gone a long time.
We all thought he was dead.

His wife, athea,

remarried and has
children of her own now.

Since his return,
work has been scarce.

He thinks this race is his
chance to get his life back, major.

And he will do
anything to win it.

What about you?

Me? Well, I work for tech con.

I design garbage disposal units
for the food service division.

Need I say more?

No. — Eamon, I'm back.

Did you get the—...

Not yet. They just
transmitted the race data.

Tech con group. Progress
and people, working in total Harmony.

I'm miles hagan, president
of the tech con group.

I wish to welcome you
as an official contestant

to the loop of kon garat.

Congratulations on qualifying.

As always, the loop
will run through a course

that consists of four
distinct stages.

Defense, navigation...
—we know the course.

Skip to the competition.

Maneuverability and speed.

Let's meet your fellow
pilots, shall we?

I don't believe it. Jarlath.

Jarlath?

I know him from my days
of transporting convicts.

He was caught running illegal
weapons to the outer mining colonies.

I thought he was in prison.

Looks like he's been paroled.

He's not our biggest problem.

La'El montrose, independent cargo
runner from the parallel colonies.

Her ship is very fast.
And, worse still...

Muirios. —his
skill as a pilot is legendary.

Can we beat him?

You'll get clobbered
in the navigation phase,

without a long—range scanner
control unit.

I will get one.

What's this?

Expensive.

Hello, warrick.
Who's your friend?

Hi. Major Samantha Carter.

Ah! One of the earthlings.
I heard about you.

We are here to pick up the
scanner control unit I ordered.

Look, warrick... jaupen.

I'm running a business here,
not a charity.

Your credit's been over
the maximum for months.

The best chance of my paying
you back is for me to win the loop.

I'm sorry, warrick.
I can't give you a new one,

but you're in luck.

I just picked up this
re—conditioned unit this morning.

It should work fine.

I will take it. Thank you.

I promise, I will settle up
things after—...

After you lose.

You don't think he's
good for it, do you?

He doesn't stand a chance
of winning the loop.

Jarlath,

still avoiding personal
hygiene, I see.

Who's your friend, warrick?

She looks nice.

Golon jarlath,
captain of theoran.

Very much at your service.

Ignore him, major.

Stay out of my way, warrick,

or I'll blow your
pathetic ship to pieces.

Warrick.

You're right.
He is not worth it.

That's it.
We're done. She's ready.

Do you believe theseberusis
capable of winning this race?

I'd like to think we'd have
won without the naquadah generator.

With it, I'd pretty much
guarantee it. Hungry?

That depends.

I'm sure we can find
something that will suit you.

And with the loop set to begin
only minutes from now,

I'm joined by race expert and
two—time champion, coyle boron.

Coyle, what's going through
the pilots' minds right now?

Well, ardal, by the time
you're at the starting buoys,

there's nothing else to do
but run your pre—flight check

and hope all your hard work
pays off. It's a tense time.

Well, there's no question
the stakes are high.

This year's winner
receives a lucrative contract

with tech con's deep
space exploration project.

While anything else means massive
debt and the acrid taste of bitter defeat.

It's an interesting group of pilots
this year, coyle. Who do you like?

Well, I think, you gotta
like this kid, muirios.

He's got the talent, the ship,
and the experience to take it all.

Now, what about warrick
and the human woman?

Any potential for
an upset there?

They don't stand a chance.

Well, the gaming experts agree.

You can wager on the outcome
of the loop of kon garat

at any of tech con group's
friendly gaming kiosks,

conveniently located throughout
urban centers near you.

Tech con gaming kiosks. If you
don't play, you definitely won't win.

I'm getting the feeling
that even a nice long look

at an ion drive isn't enough.

We're actually going to need
one of these compression coils

if we're going to have any chance
of reproducing the technology.

If we win, I'll buy you one.

If we win?

Prepare for race
start. All pilots check in now.

Flight control, this is theseberus.
Preparing for race start.

What do you want, jarlath?

Just to tell you to drop out now

and save that worthless junk barge
you call a ship from being destroyed.

Haughfl

eat greeven, jarlath.

You piece of...

"Greeven"? —don't ask.

This is tech con flight
control, stand by for race start.

Ready or not...

Here we go.

The first stage is a test of
each ship's defense capabilities.

Against what?

Those things are
firing at us. —yes.

Bring aft shields to full.

That is auxiliary power.
—rig ht.

Shields are holding.

This is captain shibo of
thetritan. Losing shield power.

Key systems are failing.

Tritan, this is warrick
on theseberus.

Syphon primary power from your
regulator and boost your shield strength.

I can't. I've lost
my interchange unit.

Tritan, hold on.
We're on our way to assist.

Too late. My engines are fried.

I'm out, warrick.
Thanks, anyway.

Is he going to be okay?

The drones cease firing when
a ship has become disabled.

That's it. We're clear.

Anyone ever die in this race?

I told you it was dangerous.

I know.

Are there no events
such as this on earth?

Where humans risk their lives?

Yeah, a few.

Believe me, major Carter, no matter
how much winning may mean to me,

I would never intentionally
endanger your life. This ship—...

What now?
I thought we were clear?

Stage two. We're entering
the coronasphere of our sun.

It causes intermittent
disturbances

with the communication
and navigation equipment.

Eamon has designed shielding
specifically for this phase.

And so, after stage one,
muirios has the lead,

followed closely by la'El
montrose and golon jarlath.

Theoranmade quick work of
those attack drones, let me tell ya.

And we've got stage two
coming up fast.

That would be
the coronasphere, ardal.

Because it's made up
of ionized gases,

you're basically flying through a
thick layer of translucent plasma.

Wow, sounds hot.

Well, you can say that again.

At this stage of the race,
it's all about the shields.

Does your ship have
what it takes

to survive that kind of
super—intense heat?

And if it doesn't?

You'd be instantly vaporized.

Interesting...
In a horrifying sense.

If you have a loved one
who's close to death...

Don't delay. Contact tech con
group funeral services today

and make your loved one's
farewell memorable beyond words.

Tech con group funeral services.

Helping you make peace
with death.

Initiating coronaspheric
shielding.

Communication systems
are... inoperative.

They will come back.

What's going on?

I do not know. We are
losing engine power.

Teal'c, eamon,

we are sending
a distress signal.

Our key systems are inoperative.

Engines are failing...
—how does one respond?

Here.

Major Carter, come in.

We can no longer
maintain engine...

They've lost all primary power.

They're in trouble.

Auxiliary power will not engage.

We are on emergency
storage cells.

What are you doing?

The blast shields will help
to block the radiation.

So much for
not risking your life.

What happened?

The power diverter overloaded.
This shouldn't have happened.

Can you fix it? —no.

Major Carter,
captain warrick, do you read me?

We're here. Can you
hear us? —are you all right?

The power diverter ovedoaded.

Impossible. I ran a full diagnostic
three hours before the race.

Unless... —unless what?

It's hard to tell
with all the damage,

but if someone cut the connection
to the regulation system...

Wait, wait, wait, somebody
did this on purpose?

They would need detailed
knowledge of the ship's systems.

I think they knew exactly where to
hit us. And how to cover their tracks.

Eamon, what can we do? We're
being pulled towards the sun.

I know.

Bypass the diverter

and manually regulate power to
the engines with the accelerator.

It's dangerous.

More dangerous
than flying into a sun?

We have to reconnect the
naquadah generator over here,

in order to bypass the diverter and
supply power directly to the engines.

How much time do
we have? —not much.

And so, out of the ten ships that
started the loop, only six remain,

and that number may
soon dwindle to five.

For those of you
justjoining us, all I can say is

where have you been hiding?

Now, warrick Finn and his alien
co—pilot have slipped back into last place.

Looks like they ran into a
little trouble during stage two.

That's right, ardal.
Latest telemetry updates

place them dangerously
close to the sun.

Now, warrick must be
disappointed to be facing

certain defeat and death,
so early in the race.

You got that right, ardal.

This is the moment where
every pilot has to dig deep

in that reservoir of desire
and fortitude if they want to win.

It's all about how
badly you want it.

Well, it sounds like maybe
they could use a couple of bottles

of radon shield 55, new
from tech con cosmetics.

Radon shield 55 protects you
and your whole family,

from the intense
radiation of the sun.

Day in, day out, radon shield 55

keeps your fun factor up
and your lesion count down.

Available at quality tech
con family outlets everywhere.

Someone must have snuck
in here. Got into the ship.

Who would know the
ship well enough? —no one.

Theseberusis a common model,

but I've customized it
significantly.

Unless someone accessed the
schematics on my computer at tech con.

I'm done.

Me too.

Let's hope this
works. — If it doesn't?

We fall into the
sun and burn up, or worse.

Worse?

We could explode, right now.

Oh.

Here goes.

Let's get out of here.

Teal'c, we got
the power back online.

That is good to hear,
major Carter.

I can't believe it.

What is it?

Someone did access
my computer. —who?

His name is del tynan.
He's my supervisor.

I can't tell exactly
what he got.

If we're going to prove anything,
we need to go to tech con.

They won't let you in without
clearance. You'll need a hat.

Three more ships
have pulled out of the race,

and we've fallen pretty
far behind the others.

If you wish, we can drop out
now and avoid any further risk.

Carter? You there?
—colonel, sir.

I got it to work. How's
it going up there?

We ran into a little trouble,
but we're fine now.

You sure?

Yeah. How's it going down there?

Uh, good.

We, um... we're going to
help them bring a Stargate here,

and in exchange, we
get an ion drive to study.

Really?

Yes. So, no need to take
any chances up there.

I made a deal, sir.
I'm gonna stick with it.

Oh. Having fun, are we, Carter?

Um... gotta go. We're
pretty far behind at this point.

All right. Be careful.

We will. Thank you.
—you're welcome.

Okay, if we use
the gravity of the sun

to slingshot us around
back onto the course,

we should be able to pick up
enough speed to get back into the race.

Brilliant!

Hi, eamon. —hello.

This is my cousin...

Murray.

Twice removed. I just forgot
a data unit in my office.

Won't be long.

You have to scan in.
Company policy.

Sorry your brother
isn't doing very well.

Oh. Me too.

Nice to meet you, Murray.

This is tynan's office.

Does he not
keep his office secure?

The company philosophy
encourages mutual trust.

Besides, no one
is going to steal his plants.

Everything of value is in here

and the system is protected
by a secret passcode.

Fortunately, I put a
program on my system,

that records an
intruder's passcode

if someone attempts
to access my personal files.

Then it is good you do not
subscribe to the company philosophy.

Mmm.

This is
an automated distress signal.

The following pilot...

Jarlath.

Is in need
of assistance. Current status is...

Die, you
rotting scrap of jetsam!

This is worse than I thought.

He has schematics
for every ship in the race.

For the purpose of
sabotaging the competition.

But not this one.

This ship's been outfitted with boosters
from tech con's prototype division.

There's no way
a private—sector pilot

could get his hands on these.

To whom does that ship belong?

Muirios.

Tynan has set him up to win.

We have to warn warrick.

I don't think so.

Oran, this is the seberusresponding
to your distress call.

Jarlath, do you read?

Warrick?

We are closing on your
position. What is your status?

My status is mind
your own business.

You sent out a distress call.

No, I didn't. My computer
did. Everything is fine.

Transmission indicates
your life support is failing.

My oxygen supply vented!

That is what you get
for not having any shields.

The drones must have
caused a leak.

Shut up, warrick.
Go back to losing the race.

You're gonna die
if you don't let us help.

I don't need help,
least of all from you.

What about emergency reserves?

I don't have any. I needed the
room for additional weapons.

Imbecile.

I would rather die kissing space debris
than board that barge you call a ship!

He does not want to be rescued.

Jarlath, hold on.
We'll be there soon.

I am not coming up there.

We tried.

Come on!

Can you move any slower?

You don't think you
can still win, do you?

We are only this far behind
because we were sabotaged.

A likely excuse.

So was I, by the way.

How so?

The drones didn't cause the leak
in my life support. I was never hit.

Somebody fixed the whole
race? —it is not over, yet.

Ha!

What planet do you live on?

Told you we should
have left him to die.

Teal'c? Do you read?
Teal'c? You still at tech con?

This is really unfortunate.

You were a good employee, eamon.

How could you do this?
—how could I?

How could I not?

There's something your new
friend here doesn't want you to know.

The serrakin are
not to be trusted.

The serrakin freed your
ancestors from the Goa'uld.

For what purpose?

Sharing technology?
Living in Harmony? All lies.

The serrakin are seizing control
of our world, piece by piece.

Taking power and opportunity
away from pure—blood humans.

Polluting our race
by cross breeding.

Weakening it by design.
Don't you see?

The serrakin are no better
than the Goa'uld.

This is insane, tynan. Our
society was built by both races

for the good of all hebridians.

Is that why serrakin
hold all the highest positions

and humans are treated
like second—class citizens?

That's not true.

When hagan finds out
about this—...

Hagan is one of the primary architects
of human oppression on this planet.

No, the winner of the loop of kon
garat will be a pure—blooded human

and that is merely
the first step.

You're just mad because

you've been passed over
for advancement three times.

You think I'm the only one?

There are enough of us
to make a difference.

Has it occurred to you
that maybe the reason

you've been passed over
so many times

is not because you're a human,

but because you're a moron?

I am doing this to save my
kind from the likes of you.

I guess not.

Welcome back to tcn n's

continuing exclusive coverage
of the loop of kon garat.

Now, we have some startling
developments to relate.

Apparently, warrick and the
earthling, Samantha Carter,

have re—entered the
race with a vengeance

and are now pulling into
a close third position.

Coyle, what does this
mean for muirios?

Well, he's had a commanding
lead for the bulk of the competition,

but he's gotta be wondering
what warrick's got on board

that allowed him to make up
that kind of distance so fast.

Well, coyle, perhaps
he's using ion pro,

a new engine additive from
tech con propulsion systems.

Yes, perhaps.

Ion pro is guaranteed
to improve drive performance,

no matter what
class ship you fly.

Whether you're competing
in the loop of kon garat

or just taking the kids to school,
use ion pro in your power source.

Ion pro, from tech con
propulsion systems.

Your system—wide experts
in ion drive technology.

I'm sorry, I can't let you inside
the complex without clearance.

We're looking for people we
think are inside the building.

If you give me their names, I
can check and see if they're here.

Okay. One of them is named...

Eamon. —eamon.

And his cousin, Murray?

Murray. Yes, that's them.

Yes, they're here.

Can we come inside now? —no.

All right. Here's
what I'd like you to do.

Pick up that phone, call
Mr. Whoever—runs—this—place.

Hagan. —hagan.

I'm sorry, but I
just can't do that...

We're old friends.

Tell him
Mr. Man—who—has—the—stargate

is here to see him.
He'll understand.

Stargate.

Go ahead.

Buttons... phone...

Mr. Hagan, please.

Nice.

What are you going to do, tynan?

He's an alien
from another planet.

His people are
going to miss him.

Tynan, respond.

What is it, muirios?

It's theseberus.
Warrick is still in the race.

He's gaining on my position.

Hard left!

What was that?

You said left!

Did I? Sorry.

This is a waste of time!

We don't have a chance!
You'rejust gonna get us killed!

Shut up!

Well, how did this happen?

You said theseberus would be
disabled. That I was guaranteed to win.

You will win, muirios. Just
focus on what you have to do.

I'll take care of theseberus.

This is tynan
calling theseberus.

I know you can hear me.

What do you want, tynan?

I only intended
to disable your ship,

but your stubbornness
has forced my hand.

I have your brother and
one of the visitors from earth.

So, drop out of the race... now.

Dr. Jackson. Colonel O'Neill.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

It's so nice to see you both
again. What can I do for you?

Um... we think a member of
our group might, somehow, be lost

inside your building
with one of your employees.

Lost? That seems unlikely.

Well, you gotta know the guy.

Of course, come with me.

We were gaining on them.
We had a chance.

You're going to let
a little thing

like your brother's life stop
you from winning the race?

Shut up!

Muirios, la'El montrose
is gaining on you.

Yes, I know. You were
supposed to take care of her.

I thought I did. She must have
overcome the problem. Lose her.

I'm trying. —try harder.

Do whatever you have to.

Get rid of them. Take them away.

Hello, del.

Mr. Hagan.

Nice outfit. You guys okay?

Indeed.

How many times have I told you,

don't get caught
by the bad guys?

How could you do this, del?

He claims he was protecting his
people from a serrakin conspiracy

to enslave the humans
of this world.

I did what I had to.
Your kind are a disease.

The only disease here is greed.

If he was protecting anything,
it's a deal he made with muirios.

Which, I suspect,
was quite lucrative.

The reason you've been
passed over for advancement

is because you've been under
investigation for corruption

for over a year.

We couldn't prove
anything until now.

I intend to file a protest
with the employment council.

Employment is the least of
your worries right now, del.

Warrick, major Carter,
it's eamon. Are you there?

Eamon, are you all right?

Teal'c and I are both safe.

Now get back in the race...

And win... if you can.

You must be out of your mind!

Do not say a word. Major,
give me all you've got.

Max power.

Warrick, I hate to say it,
but jarlath might be right.

Muirios has too big a lead.
We'll never catch him.

He cheated. I can't believe
they'll still let him take first prize.

Unless we can keep muirios
from crossing the finish line first.

How can we do that?
—oh, that's easy.

Just get me close.

The closest we will get is
when they double back past us

after the final turn.

It'll have to do.

What are you doing?

Rerouting the conduit from
your fancy power device

and doubling it back through
the communications array.

Why? So we can ask him to lose?

Humorous.

More like tell him.

This will allow us to send
a blast transmission.

If my aim is correct,

it'll temporarily freeze the
command controls on muirios' ship.

You are even crazier than I
thought. —never was much of a pilot,

but weapons, it's an art.

They're coming
around the final turn.

He's trying to
take out la'El's ship.

I don't think so.

Well done.

Eh... Don't make me sick.

Unbelievable! What a finish!

La'El montrose has won
the loop of kon garat!

What happened to muirios?

It was his race to lose
and he lost it.

It looks like some kind of beam
weapon caused his ship's power to fail.

Opening the door for
la'El montrose to take it all.

You have got to love that
there are no rules in this race.

It's what makes this
competition so special, ardal.

I must say, in all my years, I
haven't seen anything like it.

Well, you must be particularly
surprised since you picked muirios to win.

Yes, I was wrong about that.

And you also said that warrick
wouldn't be in contention,

and yet he came very close
to finishing this race.

Yes, I was wrong
about that, too.

Any predictions for next year?

Well, I'd rather not say.

All right, then. We'll be right
back with post—race interviews

after a word from our sponsor,
corso's temporal eatery,

where your whole family can eat
what they want, when they want.

Part of the tech con group
family of restaurants.

Sorry we did not win.

It was still worth it.

Hey.

Hey.

I just heard from warrick.
The winner of the race hired him

as co—pilot on her new
contract with tech con.

That's great.

Yeah. He sounded
really happy. —you don't.

I'm fine.

You've still got that
ion drive to study.

I know. Very cool. —you're
just sore that you lost.

Well, come on. It wasn't
fair. Bunch of cheaters.

So, whatcha gonna do?

Next year, I'm gonna kick butt.