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                                      STARGATE SG1

                                      Episode 620

                                       "MEMENTO"

                                           By

                                     Damian Kindler




               TAG Shot of the Prometheus (X-303) orbiting Earth.

               
               Inside, a man jumps down a ladder and walks offscreen right. 
               Colonel William Ronson walks into the room from ahead.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         All right everyone, on your toes! Major 
                         Gant, Report
 
               
               He walks past the major, who is checking out the console she's 
               standing behind.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         A ship has just exited a hyperspace 
                         window off our port bow, Colonel. Goa'uld 
                         vessel, Sir, Hat'tak class.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Sound General quarters (???) He sits 
                         down in his seat next to her an Major 
                         Peter DeLuise's (!) consoles.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         Goa'uld vessel is closing in on our 
                         position at fifteen thousand meters. 
                         They're arming their weapons, Sir.
 
                         
               
               She sits down at her console as well.

               
                                     RONSON
                         Shields at maximum! I want missile bays 
                         one, three and four, and charge the 
                         primary weapons systems. Klaxons start 
                         going off in the background.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         Yes Sir.

               
               Still inside, a couple of crewmen (and women) in blue overalls 
               run along a corridor, past another one who is checking out a 
               box on the wall. They run past a door, where Teal'c and O'Neill 
               just emerge. O'Neil exaggeratedly stumbles out of their way.
 
               
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Excuse *me*! God that's annoying!

               
               They walk up the corridor, Klaxons still sounding in the background.
 
               
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         I believe Colonel Ronson has issued 
                         a call for battle stations.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         *again*.

               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Have we not been assigned to participate 
                         in the damage control effort.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yes. And if there's *ever* any damage, 
                         I'll do my best to control it. Right 
                         now, I wanna talk to Ronson.
 
               
               On the bridge, Major Gant is sitting at her console as the two 
               enter.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         Goa'uld vessel is in range, Sir.

               
                                     RONSON
                         Weapons Officer, prepare to fire on 
                         my command!
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         He's the weapons officer, you'd think 
                         he'd already be prepared.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Indeed.

               
                                     RONSON
                         The bridge isn't exactly where you're 
                         supposed to be during the battle drill.
 
                         
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Nnnnoooo... I've been meaning to talk 
                         to you about that.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         can it wait, until we're not in the 
                         middle of a drill?
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         *When* are we *not* in the middle of 
                         a drill?
 
               
               Ronson glares at Jack calmly, who looks down for a second, then 
               raises his hands in defense.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Okay. We'll talk about it later. (Ronson 
                         doesn't believe his sincerity) Teal'c, 
                         prepare to assist in damage control.
 
                         
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         I am prepared, O'Neill.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         See how melodramatic that sounds? It's 
                         unnecessary.
 
               
               He turns to leave, Teal'c follows. The camera focuses on Ronson, 
               who sighs voicelessly. His face sets.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Where were we...

               
               RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON

               
               STARGATE SG-1

               
               AMANDA TAPPING CHRISTOPHER JUDGE CORIN NEMEC DON S. DAVIS

               
               EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS MICHAEL GREENBURG RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON
 
               
               
               DEVELOPED FOR TELEVISION BY BRAD WRIGHT & JONATHAN GLASSNER
 
               
               
               SCENE 1 Inside the Prometheus, a dark corridor, personnel walking 
               around busily, but not as hectic as before. O'Neill is sitting 
               at a console in a brighter part of the room, talking intently 
               to someone as a crewman passes behind him.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         To be honest with you, Sir, I feel like 
                         we're getting *in the way* here.
 
               
               Onscreen is Hammond, a geeky-looking scientist can be seen in 
               the background. They're probably at Stargate Control.
 
               
                                     HAMMOND
                         SG-1 has valuable experience with both 
                         hyperspace travel and the Prometheus 
                         itself. Besides, your mission to P7X009 
                         shouldn't take more than a few hours. 
                         General Greer and I just want you there 
                         for the shakedown cruise.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         In the unlikely event of an emergency...
 
                         
               
                                     HAMMOND
                         Something like that. Enjoy the ride, 
                         Colonel. Hammond out. The screen goes 
                         static, and we see O'Neill staring unhappily 
                         ahead, nodding.
 
               
               EXT., the Prometheus still orbiting Earth, probably above the 
               Antarctic or a huge cloud bank.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         This is Prometheus, ...

               
               INT., the bridge. Ronson is walking in front of his seat.

               
                                     RONSON
                         ... requesting go-ahead for mission 
                         start.
 
               
                                     VOICE VIA WIRELESS
                         Prometheus, this is Van-den-berg (?), 
                         you have an affirmative for hyperspace 
                         window activation. Ronson sits down 
                         between Gant and DeLuise.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Roger that. (to her) Major, we have 
                         a go.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         Yes Sir, activating window. She types 
                         somthing on her console, and we switch 
                         to...
 
               
               EXT. Prometheus, a white, cloud-like hyperspace window opens 
               in front of the ship, and it swishes into it with a bright glare 
               of light. With a swosh we find ourselves...
 
               
               EXT. Inside a Hyperspace channel that is vaguely reminiscent 
               of the inside of a Stargate wormhole, but without the screeching 
               noise, and a lot more cloudy and tunnel-like instead of flying 
               through the stars. The prometheus swishes past the camera, which 
               pans to follow, and we cut to...
 
               
               INT. A wide corridor on Prometheus, two crewpeople, Ronson followed 
               by Gant are heading towards the camera from a doorway.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Run Level One Diagnostics on all weapons 
                         systems, including shields. Gant: Ring 
                         transports? Ronson: Hit all of them.
 
                         
               
               They walk through a hatch and turn left.

               
                                     RONSON
                         Also, set up a hull breach simulation 
                         for 0500. That's all.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         Yes Sir.

               
               She turns and heads back while he continues on his path, finding 
               Colonel O'Neill waiting for him, leaning against the side of 
               the lift with arms crossed.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Jack. The sliding door closes behind 
                         the two.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Got yourself a fine crew here, Ronson.
 
                         
               
                                     RONSON
                         Yeah, you got a pretty solid team yourself.
 
                         
               
               They stand, facing each other, not quite friendly, not quite 
               hostile, taxing.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yeah, I was speaking of that.

               
                                     RONSON
                         Jack... I know that in the event of 
                         a real situation with the Goa'uld, you 
                         feel that your place would be on the 
                         bridge.
 
               
               The door slides open and they exit the lift, Ronson leading the 
               way.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Well, if not me, you'd be a fool not 
                         to take advantage of Teal'c's expertise, 
                         and Carter's a genius!
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         You're absolutely right. But you're 
                         just along for the shakedown cruise. 
                         My crew needs to be able to count on 
                         me and on each other after you're gone. 
                         They have stopped in a crossing and 
                         are facing each other again. Jack sighs.
 
                         
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         I guess I can respect that.

               
                                     RONSON
                         Besides, I highly doubt we'll run into 
                         the Goa'uld on this mission.
 
               
               EXT. space, black with stars. A flash of light, and the Prometheus 
               pops out of hyperspace with a "whoosh".
 
               
               INT. Prometheus, Jack and Ronson look baffled.

               
                                     RONSON
                         We just dropped out of Hyperspace. He 
                         steps around Jack and heads off. The 
                         camera stays with O'Neill, who pulls 
                         out a small radio.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Carter, Teal'c, meet me on the bridge! 
                         He follows.
 
               
               We cut to the bridge, where two female crewmembers are fussing 
               over one of those fancy starchart glass things in the back of 
               the room, while closer to us, the weapons officer stares at his 
               console in surprise. Ronson enters, followed by Jack. Gant is 
               sitting at her console, focusing on something on her screen.
 
               
               
                                     RONSON
                         Major?

               
                                     GANT
                         We were supposed to be in hyperspace 
                         for another nine minutes, Sir. I don't 
                         know what happened.
 
               
               Sam and Jonas enter the room, and Sam immediately heads for Gant's 
               console, looking over her shoulder. Teal'c is hardly visible 
               following them in.
 
               
               Ronson sits down in his chair, turns to DeLuise on his right.
 
               
               
                                     RONSON
                         What's our position?

               
                                     DELUISE
                         40.62 light years short of the target, 
                         sir.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Something must have caused the hyperdrive 
                         to shut down automatically.
 
               
               
                                     JONAS
                         The only way that would happen is if 
                         the computer detected some instability 
                         in the Naquadria powering the engines.
 
                         
               
                                     GANT
                         He's right sir, diagnostics show a massive 
                         power surge in the hyperdrive. The failsafe's 
                         kicked in to shut it down.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Have you begun restart procedures?
 
                         
               
                                     GANT
                         I've tried, but the computer wouldn't 
                         let it start up.
 
               
               We see "Engines offline" flashing on her screen.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Carter?

               
               Sam looks up from Gant's console to O'Neill, standing between 
               Jonas and Teal'c. She attempts to say something as he continues.
 
               
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         You promised me it would work!!!

               
                                     SAM
                         It did work.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         No it didn't.

               
                                     SAM
                         The hyperdrive was fitted with a buffer, 
                         like a surge protector. It was designed 
                         to modulate extreme fluctuations in 
                         the energy coming from the Naquadria. 
                         This shouldn't be happening.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Yet it is happening.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yet it is!!!

               
                                     GANT
                         Something must have damaged the buffer.
 
                         
               
                                     SAM
                         Sir, with your permission I'd like to 
                         take a look.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Yeah, me too.

               
                                     RONSON
                         Take Major Gant with you. Report back 
                         to me as soon as possible.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Yes sir. While Gant removes her earphone, 
                         Jonas and Sam head for the exit, followed 
                         by Gant. Jack looks annoyed and disappointed, 
                         like a pouting child.
 
               
               INT, we're looking down at the reactor through three bars. it 
               consists of two, roughly spheric bodies, one of which appears 
               to be transparent, while the other appears to be gold and black.
 
               
               
               Cut to Gant's unbelieving face, whose view we very likely just 
               saw, behind her we can blurrily make out Sam at a console.
 
               
               
                                     SAM
                         Well, we were right. Something caused 
                         the buffer to overload, it's more or 
                         less fried.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         I don't understand. It was created to 
                         handle massive amounts of energy. The 
                         camera pans around her, and in the background 
                         past a long console, where another female 
                         crewmember sits, enters...
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Gravity waves! I just checked the ship's 
                         sensor logs: We passed through an intense 
                         gravity wave from a collapsing star 
                         while in hyperspace.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         That would explain it, it was too much 
                         for the buffer to handle.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         But the hyperdrive engines are still 
                         intact, and we still have the Naquadria, 
                         so...
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Yeah, but we have no way of regulating 
                         it. There's no way to calculate the 
                         distance we've travelled because of 
                         Naquadria's inherent instability.
 
                         
               
                                     JONAS
                         We could end up anywhere. Sam turns 
                         at Jonas's comment, obviously not happy.
 
                         
               
               EXT. Prometheus in space, floating along majestically.

               
               INT. Sam and Ronson in front of a large schematical display onscreen.
 
               
               
               They turn, and in comes O'Neill.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Well, if he was going to help out, he 
                         would've shown by now.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Who?

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Thor. Little guy? Grey?

               
                                     RONSON
                         I know who Thor is.

               
               O'Neill nods.

               
                                     TEAL'C
                         The Asgard have proven valuable in similar 
                         situations.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Carter?

               
                                     SAM
                         I'm afraid it doesn't look good, sir. 
                         Even if we were able to write a subroutine 
                         into the computer to bypass the buffer, 
                         we'd still risk the reactor going critical.
 
                         
               
                                     RONSON
                         Well, use whatever need to repair the 
                         buffer. Cannibalize whatever system 
                         you deem necessary.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         With all due respect, Colonel, I can't.
 
                         
               
               O'Neill raises his eyebrows in disbelief. Teal'c inclines his 
               head as well.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Carter?

               
                                     CARTER
                         Sir, I helped design the buffer module. 
                         I can tell you right now there is no 
                         possible way I can make it operational. 
                         Not with what we have on the ship. It's 
                         like an ... a lightbulb that has burned 
                         out: You can't just fix it.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Do we ... have any extra bulbs?

               
                                     RONSON
                         There is no redundancy for that particular 
                         system.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         So you're saying there's no redundancy?
 
                         
               
               Teal'c who's zoned out by now, enjoying something on the ceiling, 
               looks back at O'Neill at that repetition.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Even if we were to plot a course for 
                         Earth, using maximum sublight thrust, 
                         it would take years. We don't have the 
                         supplies!
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Not to mention the relativistic effects.
 
                         
               
               O'Neill doesn't get that last comment.

               
                                     RONSON
                         That buffer has to be repaired.

               
               Jonas, who was invisible behind Ronson all the time, takes this 
               opportunity to join in.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Actually, there may be another solution.
 
                         
               
               We see a screen with lots of Stargate symbols (the 39-symbols 
               flavor) in a nice checkered grid.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         According to the cartouche, there's 
                         a planet .38 light years from our current 
                         position, ... Jonas is standing at the 
                         funky glass starchart and marks a white 
                         dot with his cool blue marker.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         ... P3X744. We've tried dialing it unsuccessfully 
                         in the past, but if it's on the cartouche 
                         then there had to be a gate there at 
                         some point.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         perhaps it may be buried.

               
                                     JONAS
                         Well, if we can make it there and gate 
                         home, we can get what we need to repair 
                         the ship.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         We're still talking about a four month 
                         journey using sublight engines, we'd 
                         never make it.
 
               
               Jonas shakes his head, then nods as Sam says...

               
                                     SAM
                         We use the hyperdrive.

               
               Ronson, O'Neill and Teal'c raise their heads in surprise.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         I thought we couldn't do that?

               
                                     SAM
                         For a protracted period of time, no.
 
                         
               
                                     GANT
                         744 would be a pretty short hop.

               
                                     SAM
                         The shorter the burst of energy required, 
                         the less the chance of instability.
 
                         
               
                                     JONAS
                         That's what I'm thinking.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         It's your call. But I don't see how 
                         we have much choice.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Major Gant, plot a course four 744.
 
                         
               
               EXT. Another shot of the prometheus Swooshing off into hyperspace.
 
               
               
               EXT. The Prometheus swooshes out again in a flash above an Earth-like 
               planet.
 
               
               INT. The bridge, Jonas and O'Neill walking around the seats in 
               the background towards Teal'c.
 
               
                                     DELUISE
                         Now orbiting P3X744, sir.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         

               
                                     RONSON
                         Good work, people!

               
               A short peek at a schematic of the reactor on Gant's screen which 
               suddenly turns red.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         Sir, computers are detecting a rapid 
                         energy build-up in the Naquadria cells.
 
                         
               
                                     RONSON
                         Shut down power to the reactor.

               
                                     GANT
                         Controls will not respond, sir. Reaction 
                         is continuing uncontrolled.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         jump must have triggered a power surge 
                         that overloaded the reactor control 
                         systems. Sir, without the buffer we 
                         have no way to stop the build-up. We 
                         have a few minutes before the Naquadria 
                         reactor goes critical.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Stand by to jettison the reactor module.
 
                         
               
                                     GANT
                         Yes, sir.

               
                                     JONAS
                         Wait a minute, if I'm wrong about there 
                         being a stargate on this planet, we're 
                         losing our only means of getting home!
 
                         
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         It would appear there is little choice.
 
                         
               
                                     RONSON
                         Bring shields and sublight engines on-line.
 
                         
               
                                     SAM
                         We're not gonna be able to get very 
                         far away before it blows.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Then we're about to find out just how 
                         good our shields are. (via comm) All 
                         hands, brace for impact! (low) Reactor 
                         module separation on my mark. 3, 2, 
                         1, mark! Gant pushes a button.
 
               
               EXT. Somewhere on the side of the Prometheus, towards the planet, 
               a door opens and the reactor is jettisoned out, slightly spinning.
 
               
               
               INT, bridge.

               
                                     GANT
                         Module jettisoned.

               
                                     RONSON
                         Get us clear! Full military thrust!
 
                         
               
                                     DELUISE
                         Sir.

               
               EXT, Prometheus above P3X744, the reactor, a small blue light, 
               is flickering, drifting away from Prometheus, which accelerates 
               away from the planet in a curve. The reactor blows noisefully, 
               a huge, spheric, blue discharge around the explosion that is 
               expanding, slowly but steadily catching up with the fleeing ship.
 
               
               
               INT, Prometheus, bridge. As the wave hits the ship, we see sparks 
               flying, the sound of the hull deforming, Sam is shaken a little 
               next to Major Gant. Ronson, Teal'c, and Jonas are seen bracing 
               themselves against the impact, and Jack is holding his ears shut 
               at the noise. Somewhere a pipe burst and spits out white smoke 
               or gas, and Teal'c hurries to close it off.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Damage report!

               
                                     GANT
                         Electromagnetic pulse penetrated the 
                         shield, sir. Primary computer systems 
                         are down, all we have are artificial 
                         gravity and life support on most decks.
 
                         
               
                                     RONSON
                         Casualties!

               
               Gant listens into her earpiece.

               
                                     GANT
                         None reported.

               
                                     RONSON
                         How soon until we get systems back on-line?
 
                         
               
                                     GANT
                         It's too early to say, Sir.

               
                                     SAM
                         I'd like to assist, if I may.

               
                                     RONSON
                         Please do, Major.

               
                                     DELUISE
                         Colonel Ronson, I'm picking up atomic 
                         bogies originating from the planet's 
                         surface. Closing in on our position-- 
                         heading this way!
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Can you identify them?

               
                                     DELUISE
                         Velocity and size indicate some kind 
                         of long-range ballistic weapon, Sir. 
                         We're under attack. Another alert goes 
                         off beeping in the background as Sam, 
                         Teal'c, Ronson and Jack react to this 
                         news.
 
               
               We see the radar console's screen with two red blips approaching 
               towards the Prometheus in the center.
 
               
                                     DELUISE
                         Missiles are on an intercept course.
 
                         
               
                                     RONSON
                         Evasive action, take us out of orbit.
 
                         
               
                                     DELUISE
                         We can't maneuver, sir.

               
                                     RONSON
                         All right. Arm weapons, we'll try to 
                         take them out!
 
               
                                     GANT
                         Weapons control is down, sir.

               
               Ronson reacts.

               
                                     JACK
                         How long before they hit?

               
                                     DELUISE
                         Three minutes.

               
                                     SAM
                         That's not enough time to get the systems 
                         back on-line, Sir.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Colonel, they only launched their missiles 
                         after we exploded our hyperdrive above 
                         their athmosphere. It could have very 
                         well looked like an attack from their 
                         point of view.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         I agree, sir. based on the weapons they 
                         fired, they're obviously a very sophisticated 
                         race. the E.M. pulse that knocked out 
                         our computer systems could have had 
                         the same effect on their planet.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Then how were they able to launch missiles?
 
                         
               
                                     SAM
                         Ballistic missile sites on Earth are 
                         shielded for E.M.P.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Let's talk to 'em.

               
                                     DELUISE
                         Two minutes to missile impact.

               
                                     GANT
                         Sir, I can broadcast on multiple frequencies. 
                         If they're listening, they'll pick it 
                         up.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Do it. O'Neill puts on a headset while 
                         DeLuise pushes some buttons. O'Neill: 
                         This is Colonel Jack O'Neill from the 
                         United States Air Force vessel Prometheus, 
                         can anyone hear me down there? (static) 
                         The *explosion* that just happened in 
                         orbit over your planet was an *accident*. 
                         The resulting E.M. Pulse damaged our 
                         ship and we are defenseless against 
                         your attack. (more static) ... We've 
                         come a long way to meet you folks ... 
                         so, if there's anything you could do 
                         to, you know, stop those missiles...?
 
                         
               
                                     DELUISE
                         One minute to impact.

               
                                     RONSON
                         (comm) Lock down all compartments and 
                         brace for impact! "Red alert" noise 
                         goes off.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         We'd very much like the opportunity 
                         to land and introduce ourselves, but 
                         ... if you destroy our ship, that's 
                         going to be ... very difficult... ? 
                         (more static) Teal'c, Sam and Jack listen 
                         intently. (Where the hell is Jonas???)
 
                         
               
               We see the blips coming closer on the radar, then we see out 
               the front viewport of the Prometheus where, miraculously, the 
               rockets blow up in a bright flare of light, shaking the ship 
               .
 
               
                                     DELUISE
                         Missile self-destructed at seventeen 
                         thousand meters.
 
               
               Ronson throws the surprised O'Neill a relieved look.

               
                                     KALFASS
                         This is Commander Kalfass of the Tegrean 
                         security force. We will transmit landing 
                         coordinates. Kalfass out.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Not exactly an engraved invitation, 
                         but...
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         I would prefer not landing until we 
                         have our shields and weapons back on-line.
 
                         
               
                                     GANT
                         We should have systems back up within 
                         a few minutes, sir.
 
               
               EXT. Tegrea, the Prometheus is landing on a huge field. against 
               blue, slightly foggy sky, the sun shining down brightly (no lens 
               flare there, luckily).
 
               
               INT, Prometheus. O'Neill, Jonas, Sam and Teal'c are headed down 
               a corridor.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         The guy you talked to was Commander 
                         Kalfass. The name of the planet is Tegrea.
 
                         
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Kalfass. Tegrea. Got it.

               
               The four enter a room that seems to have a large, empty space 
               in its middle.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Sir, I've been scanning for Naquada 
                         traces with the ship's sensors, in an 
                         effort to determine the location of 
                         the stargate. So far I've got nothing.
 
                         
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Could the information on the cartouche 
                         be incorrect?
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Hasn't been wrong yet.

               
                                     JONAS
                         If they don't accept our apology, finding 
                         the Stargate is going to be the least 
                         of our problems.
 
               
               O'Neill signs to a man a little off, who pushes a button on a 
               panel in the wall. The camera zooms back to show SG-1 standing 
               in the middle of a circle on the floor, which opens and a ring 
               transporter swooshes up and engulfs them. They're transported 
               away and the guard returns to his seat at a console.
 
               
               EXT. Prometheus on the field. SG-1 are walking away from it, 
               and we get a nice sweep upwards, showing us the Prometheus and 
               a whole lot of small gunships, the size of small round zeppelins 
               or large balloons, and a similarly undefinable mixed design obviously 
               guarding our spaceship.
 
               
               The greeting committee, about three tanks and two gunships, and 
               a whole load of soldiers in uniform, with who we'll learn is 
               Kalfass standing leisurely in front of one tank as if he owned 
               it. As SG-1 approach across the field, they are encircled by 
               loads of camouflage-clothed soldiers with strage rubber neckpieces, 
               vaguely reminiscent of Jaffa-armor without the animal head, but 
               without shoulder pads.
 
               
               The tank behind Kalfass turns its turret with two small guns, 
               and Kalfass in front of it glares at our heroes as he approaches 
               in his earth-coloured uniform (think "V for victory" if you care 
               about the way it's cut). We get our first good look at him as 
               he commands...
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Drop your weapons. Immediately.

               
               A line of soldiers approaches towards SG-1, who are still holding 
               on to their weapons.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Howdy fellers! Colonel Jack O'Neill. 
                         United State--
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Several powerful weapons are aimed at 
                         both you *and* your ship.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         --s Air Force...

               
                                     KALFASS
                         Disarm yourselves, or you'll be fired 
                         upon. This is not negotiable.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         I believe he is being sincere in his 
                         threat, O'Neill.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Oh... I guess we'll have to start trusting 
                         them at some point. (he shrugs toward 
                         Jack)
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yah... They put down their rifles, Sam 
                         fiddling a little with hers.
 
               
               EXT. The main city on Tegrea. Lots of factories, industrialized, 
               two TGV-like trains zooming by towards us on several levels of 
               tracks.
 
               
               INT. Some Tegrean council room. Ashwan, a female council member, 
               SG-1 and Kalfass sit down at a triangular table. A number of 
               guards (may I say SFs?) in the background next to some palmtree-like 
               plants.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         I take it we have you to thank for destroying 
                         the missiles before they hit our ship, 
                         thus saving our lives?
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         There was something in our voice that 
                         I trusted.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Oh! Did I mention we're sorry?

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         And knowing that the E.M. pulse caused 
                         damage to your ship I'm willing to accept 
                         that it was unintentional.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         I'm not so willing.

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Power has been restored to the cities 
                         affected, Kalfass.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         There was considerable impact on our 
                         economic systems.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         They will recover!

               
                                     KALFASS
                         But we still don't know the extent of 
                         the damage!
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Nothing! Compared to the event of meeting 
                         a race of people from another world 
                         for the very first time. It is a profound 
                         moment for us. You've said that Tegrea 
                         holds the key to returning to your home 
                         planet, could you be more specific?
 
                         
               
                                     SAM
                         Chairman Ashwan, we believe that you 
                         possess a piece of alien technology 
                         that is capable of transporting living 
                         matter across the galaxy.
 
               
               The hosts are at a loss.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         We'd like to borrow your Stargate.
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         I'm sorry. Our star-gate...?

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Kind of a ring-thing? Comes with a dialer 
                         with symbols. It spins around and lights 
                         come on and it kinda (makes a motion 
                         with his hands) flushes sideways?
 
                         
               
               Ashwan shakes his head. Jonas pulls out a large notebook, probably 
               one of Daniel's diaries, and points at a full-page drawing of 
               the Stargate in the SGC, including the ramp that leads up to 
               it.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         It looks like ... this! Once it's activated, 
                         it is able to transport you from one 
                         planet another instantaneously. In this 
                         case from Tegrea to our planet, Earth. 
                         He hands around the book. A black council 
                         member stares at the drawing, then hands 
                         it on with furrowed brow, Kalfass glances 
                         at it and smiles derisively, then shows 
                         it to Ashwan, commenting as if they 
                         were talking of the Yeti...
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         They seek the 'ring of the gods'.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         If that's what you wanna call it ... 
                         'ring of the gods' is good.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Please, understand: This ... device 
                         you seek, the ... Stargate, I regret 
                         to tell you--
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         It's a myth!

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         There's never been a shred of evidence 
                         to prove its existence. The whole table 
                         is quiet, Sam and Jack look at their 
                         hosts with desperate eyes. Teal'c begins 
                         to smile slightly as...
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Have you looked around? ... just...?
 
                         
               
                                     SAM
                         If you could grant us access to some 
                         of your historical data, we might be 
                         able to shed some light on this situation...?
 
                         
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Nonono... Your freedom of movement is 
                         not negotiable. Once this meeting is 
                         over, you're to return to your vessel 
                         and stay there until further instructed.
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         In the mean time I will have some basic 
                         historical data delivered to your ship.
 
                         
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Mister Chairman!

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         If you do somehow succeed to prove the 
                         existence of this Stargate, we will 
                         be glad to help you locate it as an 
                         act of good faith between our two worlds.
 
                         
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Thank you, Ashwan.

               
               They all nod their graceful goodbyes and SG-1 leave the room, 
               Jonas waving goodbye awkwardly.
 
               
               Kalfass turns to Ashwan and chides him...

               
                                     KALFASS
                         They may well be gathering information 
                         for an invasion!
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Even if you're right, knowing our history 
                         will do no harm. But Kalfass, what if 
                         this ring *does* exist? Imagine, after 
                         all these centuries, finding a piece 
                         of our past!
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         And what if our past was buried for 
                         a good reason?
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Travellers from another *world* are 
                         seeking our help.
 
               
               INT. Conference room of the Prometheus. Sam, Jonas and Teal'c 
               are sitting at a table covered over and over in books, notes 
               etc. Jonas has a laptop. There are also two female and one male 
               Prometheus crewmembers with them. They all look up as the sliding 
               doors open with a loud swoosh and Jack enters the room.
 
               
                                     JACK
                         How is the homework?

               
                                     JONAS
                         Well, besides the language, there is 
                         almost nothing to indicate how these 
                         people got here. There's no archaelogical 
                         data, no ancient writings, no documentation 
                         of any artefacts...
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         I have found no mention of the Cha'apa'ai 
                         nor any other technology used by the 
                         Goa'uld.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Well that's a little weird. The Goa'uld 
                         are damned litterbugs. They usually 
                         leave a lot of crap behind. He sits 
                         down at the table next to Carter.
 
                         
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         That is most often the case.

               
                                     JONAS
                         If this is a comprehensive history of 
                         Tegrea, it's a joke.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         I know, there's nothing here dating 
                         back more than 300 years.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Maybe a year is longer on this planet?
 
                         
               
                                     SAM
                         Maybe sir, but even so. Without an idea 
                         of where the Tegreans came from, we 
                         have no way of finding the Stargate.
 
                         
               
                                     JONAS
                         So either they are hiding something 
                         from us, or...
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Or their entire past has been erased. 
                         O'Neill reacts.
 
               
               EXT. The Prometheus with all those nice little hot-air-balloon 
               thingies floating around it.
 
               
               INT. Outside the Elevator on the Prometheus. The doors swish 
               open and Ronson stomps out angrily, followed by O'Neill and Carter. 
               O'Neill is wearing his "I'm begging even though I hate doing 
               this" look.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         You invited them for dinner?!

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         I was thinking more of a ... brunch...
 
                         
               
                                     SAM
                         To be honest, Colonel, we offered it 
                         in exchange for access to their central 
                         archives.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         A library pass for a tour of the ship.
 
                         
               
               Carter grins at that comment as they continue meandering through 
               various corridors on the ship.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         And when were you going to inform me 
                         of this little arrangement?
 
               
               O'Neill and Carter stand opposite Ronson like two kids just caught 
               making out behind a bush, avoiding his eyes and staring around. 
               O'Neill shrugs and dons his puppy eyes...
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         ... Now?

               
               Ronson sighs, pauses and attempts another tactic.

               
                                     RONSON
                         You know, I can appreciate that you 
                         want to get home, but my first priority 
                         is the security of this ship and crew.
 
                         
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Ronson! Your ship and crew are going 
                         nowhere unless we find that gate.
 
                         
               
                                     RONSON
                         I just don't like the idea of giving 
                         a guided tour of Prometheus to the same 
                         people who've got gun batteries aimed 
                         at us!
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         We'd do the same damned thing.

               
                                     SAM
                         Colonel Ronson -- we need these people 
                         to get home. And we didn't exactly make 
                         a good first impression.
 
               
               Ronson looks at Sam, his face tense, considering. He pauses a 
               little in his speech as he replies...
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         We'll do this little Barbecue of yours, 
                         but that's as far as I go.
 
               
               He steps around Jack, who turns and looks after him. Sam does 
               likewise, not sure whether to shake her head or be relieved that 
               they got Ronson this far. Jack looks after him, turns to Sam, 
               looks after Ronson again...
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Do we have a Barbecue???

               
               Sam's head snaps to O'Neill, she shakes her head, smirks, turns 
               and leaves him behind without a word.
 
               
               EXT. The familiar view of the Tegrean's main city, factories, 
               trains and all.
 
               
               INT. A huge library full of books, the camera goes sideways following 
               one of the people walking while reading books, one man with a 
               short "the kid from Addams Family" haircut next to one of the 
               larger bookcases, other people in the corridors between the shelves. 
               At a table we see Jonas with a couple of open books in front 
               of a computer terminal, going through two batteries of CD-ROMs, 
               and Teal'c next to him. Teal'c looks suspiciously after a man 
               walking past them with a book, oblivious of their presence.
 
               
               
                                     JONAS
                         How many planets has SG-1 been to?
 
                         
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         a hundred and thirty-three Jonas: And 
                         on each of them -- the ones inhabited 
                         by humans at least -- has been some 
                         indication of their origins, right? 
                         I mean temples, ruins ...
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         It is indeed a mystery, Jonas Quinn. 
                         A Goa'uld would not bring this many 
                         Tau'ri to a new world and not force 
                         them to build monuments in his honor.
 
                         
               
                                     JONAS
                         Well, I don't care how hard you try, 
                         you can't erase history. Something has 
                         to remain. We just need to find it.
 
                         
               
               Teal'c turns his head to see the man near the shelf, who suddenly 
               feigns an increased interest in the scrolls next to him.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         We are being watched.

               
                                     JONAS
                         The guy half hiding behind the bookshelf? 
                         Ph! He's been chasing us since we got 
                         here, ...
 
               
               The man attempts to put a scroll back on the shelf with some 
               others, bringing them all down noisily. Teal'c looks slightly 
               pained by his follower's ineptitude. Jonas smirks with a pitying 
               look on his face.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         ... and not very well either.

               
               INT. The Prometheus. Yet another of these numerous corridors, 
               or maybe we're even looking down one onto the bridge. Jack, Ashwan, 
               Sam, Kalfass and the two nameless council members head up the 
               corridor towards us.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Most impressive. And you say much of 
                         the technology incorporated into your 
                         vessel is of ... alien origin?
 
               
                                     JACK
                         ... Yyyyesss.

               
               Sam steps forward to save her Colonel upon his gesture

               
                                     SAM
                         Most of the key systems, in fact. (See,) 
                         it's one thing to build a ship, it's 
                         another to fly it across the galaxy.
 
                         
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         We haven't quite gotten that part straightened 
                         out yet...
 
               
                                     SAM
                         We use a rare element called Naquadria 
                         to power our hyperdrive engines, but 
                         it can be extremely unstable. In fact, 
                         that instability ultimately led to the 
                         explosion above your planet. We (waves 
                         her hand) had to eject the reactor.
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         But why use such a dangerous substance 
                         to power your ship?
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         I've asked the *same* question!

               
               They turn, Sam probably glaring at him, before turning back and 
               resuming their conversation along with their leisurely slalom 
               walk along various corridors on the ship.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         For the time being, Naquadria is our 
                         shortcut to interstellar travel. More 
                         stable forms of energy simply don't 
                         provide enough power to run the hyperdrive.
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Several of my advisors have expressed 
                         concern that this is a military vessel, 
                         what would you have to say to them.
 
                         
               
                                     JACK
                         That ... they're right.

               
                                     SAM
                         Prometheus was designed primarily for 
                         defensive purposes.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         From these Goa'uld you mentioned?

               
                                     SAM
                         Yes

               
                                     KALFASS
                         Without your main source of power?
 
                         
               
               They stop at a corridor, grouping a little, Sam and Jack on the 
               left, Ashwan on the right, Kalfass and the other two in the middle 
               but heading toward Ashwan. The Camera steps aside to show Ronson 
               joining the party.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         With or without the Naquadria reactor, 
                         this ship is more than capable of defending 
                         itself against ... attack.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         May I introduce Colonel William Ronson, 
                         Commander of the Prometheus.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         It is an honor. The two nod towards 
                         each other in a polite manner. Kalfass 
                         seizes the opportunity to take Ronson 
                         up on his offer of testing the waters.
 
                         
               
                                     KALFASS
                         I assure you Colonel, we would not attack 
                         without provocation.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         There are several gun batteries aimed 
                         at my ship, Sir.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Well, we must defend ourselves from 
                         any action you might take. For instance, 
                         should Chairman Ashwan and I fail to 
                         appear at a specific time, my men have 
                         orders to fire those batteries. Ronson 
                         smiles a little forcedly, but can't 
                         resist getting in an attempt at getting 
                         his will.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Then perhaps we had better continue 
                         the tour. He steps out of the way. Ashwan 
                         stretches out one hand towards Carter.
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Please, Major Carter, after you.

               
                                     SAM
                         Thank you, Sir.

               
               O'Neill motions to Kalfass offscreen.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Sir.

               
               They walk down the narrow corridor in single file.

               
               INT. Tegrea, the library. The man with the weird hair and a turtleneck 
               pullover that just misses being retro peeks out from behind his 
               bookshelf, obviously looking for our two aliens. In the backgound, 
               a few SFs can be seen guarding the exits. The man walks down 
               one of the aisles between the bookshelves, and suddenly Teal'c 
               and Jonas are behind him, stealthily having turned the tables 
               on him. He notices Teal'c's heavy step behind him and turns, 
               smiling awkwardly in a Daniel Jackson kind of way. He's obviously 
               a scientist.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         May we be of assistance?

               
                                     TEREK
                         Forgive me, I did not want to intrude. 
                         (he bows deeply) My name is Terek Salamen. 
                         I'm a professor of mathematics here 
                         at the university. He grins, as if expecting 
                         them to be impressed.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Well, I'm Jonas Quinn, this is Teal'c. 
                         Uhm... if you're curious about us, you 
                         should just come over.
 
               
                                     TEREK
                         With respect, Mr. Quinn, it is not you 
                         I was curious about, it is what you 
                         seek that interests me.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Continue.

               
                                     TEREK
                         I've heard that you seek evidence of 
                         the 'ring of the gods'. I believe I 
                         can help you find it.
 
               
               He smiles at them proudly, and Jonas raises his eyebrows in surprise. 
               Our two aliens turn towards each other and exchange a look.
 
               
               
               INT. Prometheus. The heavy doors to a room slide open, and several 
               crewmembers with plates filled with food (looks like meshed potatoes 
               or rice, and peas, plus a little meat ... yummy) enter. We follow 
               one of them to a neatly but spartanically set-up table, which 
               has Major Gant, Carter and O'Neill on one side and The male council 
               member, the woman, Kalfass and Ashwan on the other. O'Neill and 
               Ashwan sit at the front of the table to the side of Ronson, who 
               is hosting the dinner. Ashwan is performing a fascinated vivisection 
               of his meal, while Kalfass and the others seem to be still building 
               up the resolve to attempt it. The plates are set down in front 
               of Carter and Gant, and O'Neill and Ronson are going to be served 
               soon.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         I hope everything is satisfactory. We 
                         weren't expecting to host a formal dinner 
                         when we started this mission.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         It's fascinating! To realize we are 
                         eating food, grown and prepared on a 
                         world, millions of lightyears away!
 
                         
               
               The female council member smiles acknowledgingly, Kalfass seems 
               to barely suffer it.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         And frozen, millions ... of ...years 
                         ... ago ... ?!
 
               
               Sam has started eating as well, and Ashwan nods in recognition 
               of O'Neill's words.
 
               
                                     GANT
                         It's the best we have on board.

               
               We see Kalfass examining his fork with interest, then aptly using 
               it to pick up a litthe meshed potatoes with sauce from the top 
               of the heap. He lifts it to his face and smells on it suspiciously. 
               The female council member still seems a little at odds with the 
               purpose of her fork.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Mr. Chairman, we couldn't help but notice 
                         in our research that your history seems 
                         limited to the last 300 years.
 
               
               Ashwan pauses a little, eyes on the food, considering his words 
               under the scrutiny of Kalfass.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Prior to our ... recorded history, our 
                         people endured a long and terrible ... 
                         dark age. One they desperately wished 
                         to forget. And thus only after Tegrea 
                         emerged from this black era, the historians 
                         began again to record events.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         But that means that you're missing thousands 
                         of years of the past?
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Yes.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Aren't you ... curious?

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Well it's hardly a question of choice, 
                         Colonel. Even if we wished to know our 
                         ancient history -- there is none to 
                         study. All evidence of it was destroyed 
                         centuries ago.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         We believe that what came before year 
                         zero has no intrinsic value to our society. 
                         The society of the new era has no need 
                         to know how they suffered.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         On Earth, we study our past to learn 
                         from it.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Whereas we believe that Nostalgia is 
                         a sign of weakness.
 
               
               They exchange challenging stares, then go back to hide behind 
               polite but forced smiles. O'Neill stares ahead, obviously trying 
               to think of a way to save the situation, then turns towards Sam. 
               She picks up his look and quickly offers...
 
               
                                     SAM
                         I'm sure both points of view have merit.
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Well said, Major!

               
               Ronson and Kalfass pull back, the situation diffused -- for the 
               moment.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         A drink: to history. And to the future.
 
                         
               
               The Tegreans raise their drinks to their foreheads for the toast, 
               while the Earthers toast lower. Ashwan mimics Earth-style. It 
               takes O'Neill a while to attempt an uncomfortably-looking Tegrean 
               toast. Kalfass doesn't appear very pleased at anything Ashwan 
               has said so far.
 
               
               INT. A corridor on Prometheus, Ashwan and O'Neill lead the group 
               around a corner, followed by Sam and Kalfass, then the other 
               two council members.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, the meal 
                         was ... interesting.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Glad you liked it.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         He didn't say *that*.

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Well, I did, thank you.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yeah, you know, now that we got to know 
                         each other a little better, you think 
                         that having those guns pointed at us 
                         is completely necessary?
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Would your Colonel Ronson not be as 
                         vigilant?
 
               
               Jack has marched a little ahead, not noticing the others have 
               stopped. He turns and shrugs.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yesss... I'm sure he would. Kalfass 
                         nods in agreement, then motions towards 
                         O'Neill with his right arm.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Mr. Chairman.

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Go on Kalfass, I will join you in a 
                         moment.
 
               
               Kalfass pauses, then gives in as he, Carter and the two nameless 
               ones go ahead, leaving O'Neill and Ashwan behind.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         I apologize for Commander kalfass' behavior, 
                         diplomacy is not his strength.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yes, we share that quality in common.
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Since I took office, I have been perceived 
                         publicly as being weak in matters of 
                         civic defense. As a result, Kalfass 
                         has growing political support.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Our arrival hasn't helped things much, 
                         has it?
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         No. My only hope is that mistrust does 
                         not interfere with your quest for the 
                         Stargate. I believe finding it would 
                         be a great discovery for our people.
 
                         
               
               INT. The office of Terek Salam. Numerous wooden "toy airplane 
               models" (or maybe they're of paper?) that look like crosses between 
               DaVinci's flying machine and steam train engines are hanging 
               from the ceiling. Besides that, it might be Daniel's office at 
               a University. Full of books, crates of stuff, and a heavy wooden 
               desk with a couple of books and artefacts neatly arranged on 
               it. There are two chairs in front of the desk and one behind 
               it, in front of a colourful glass window. Teal'c enters and regards 
               everything, not quite comprehending. Teal'c sits down and Jonas, 
               while speaking, does likewise, curiously playing with the lid 
               on a vase.
 
               
                                     TEREK
                         Please, excuse the state of my office.
 
                         
               
                                     JONAS
                         So! You said you could help us find 
                         the ... 'ring of the gods' ... how?
 
                         
               
                                     TEREK
                         Ah... with these... I spent a ... a 
                         lifetime collecting them. Relics from 
                         before my people tuned their back on 
                         their god.
 
               
               He bends down complicatedly, opens a trunk behind him and pulls 
               out a couple of objects. An Ankh, a little Sarcophagus with a 
               golden Tut-Ankh-Ahmon-style mask and other trinkets.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         To which god are you referring?

               
                                     TEREK
                         Our creator, Horus. Only a few of us 
                         dare believe in him. He pulls a chain 
                         from his neck that has a golden hawk 
                         on it.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         The symbol of Heru-ur!

               
                                     TEREK
                         You know him?

               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Heru-ur is not a god. He is a Goa'uld.
 
                         
               
                                     TEREK
                         He's the one who made us! The relics 
                         speak of him as the creator of all life, 
                         the one who spoke us into existence.
 
                         
               
                                     JONAS
                         More likely he's the one who enslaved 
                         your ancestors and brought them here 
                         from Earth.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Heru-ur must have abandoned your people 
                         many years ago. When the resources he 
                         sought were depleted.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Then the Tegreans must have tried to 
                         destroy all evidence of their former 
                         gods in an act of defiance, including 
                         everything to do with the Stargate.
 
                         
               
                                     TEREK
                         They did not destroy everything! This 
                         remains.
 
               
               He turns and takes out an old piece of scripture, written on 
               parchment. Wrapped in rough, brown fabric for protection. It 
               has red writing on it, hieroglyphs, and in the middle there is 
               a drawing of the Stargate, Chevrons around a circle, and wavy 
               lines indicating water in its center. He hands it to Jonas, who 
               exchanges a meaningful glance with Teal'c.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         This is it.

               
                                     TEREK
                         My understanding of this language is 
                         extremely limited, but it appears to 
                         be an etching of something called a 
                         Chap'ai?
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Cha'apa'ai.

               
                                     TEREK
                         Aha.

               
                                     JONAS
                         This text is a slight variation of pre-dynastic 
                         Egyptian. It is beautiful. The section 
                         right here says: "heru-ur's Stargate 
                         we found in the great desert to the 
                         north"
 
               
                                     TEREK
                         Oh, it must mean the wastelands of An-hur. 
                         They lie far beyond the city. I found 
                         many of my artefacts there.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Really?

               
               Another meaningful glance. then Jonas looks back to the two unhappy 
               SFs that have been trailing them all the time.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Guys? We'd like to take a little field 
                         trip.
 
               
               INT. Tegrean council hall with the triangular table. Kalfass 
               enters, obviously ill at rest and toying with the holster of 
               his gun at his side. Opposite him, in his usual place at the 
               tip of the triangle sits Ashwan, reading some reports. Slowly 
               Kalfass walks around the table to where Ashwan is sitting.
 
               
               
                                     KALFASS
                         They want to be taken to coordinates 
                         somewhere in the wasteland.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Then take them.

               
                                     KALFASS
                         I think that's a mistake.

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Because they may find something you 
                         do not wish them to find?
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         If this is some sort of reconaissance 
                         prior to an invasion...!
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         You are being ridiculous.

               
                                     KALFASS
                         And you are being reckless!

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Representatives from another *world* 
                         have come to Tegrea! Another World! 
                         Do you understand?! And what's more, 
                         they seek our help!
 
               
               They glare at each other, and for the second time in the entire 
               episode, Ashwan clearly seems to be mad at Kalfass and doesn't 
               care to sound calm and polite. There's no doubt they're having 
               an argument there.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         We do not even know their true intentions!
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Or what they can offer us. An exchange 
                         of knowledge and technology, the Stargate 
                         could open up the universe for our people!
 
                         
               
                                     KALFASS
                         A universe of potential enemies! I demand 
                         that you reconsider!
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         We cannot undo what has happened! (very 
                         calmly) The difference is, Kalfass, 
                         I would not, if I could. They are here, 
                         and we must deal with them, one way 
                         or another. I prefer to help.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         And I prefer to--

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         And now, have them taken to the coordinates! 
                         (nods with finality)
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         As you wish. (he leaves)

               
               EXT. The An-hur wastelands, Teal'c, Terek and Jonas are standing 
               in the middle of a plane, where about three very ruined pillars 
               remain standing. In the background, a few SFs and a tank or two 
               can be seen. Jonas is holding the parchment, studying it once 
               again. He points out things to his companions, Terek is intently 
               following his words.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         The Stargate should be located directly 
                         in the middle of the second and third 
                         monument.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Are you certain, Jonas Quinn?

               
                                     JONAS
                         That's what it says.

               
               We fade over to ...

               
               EXT. Still the wastelands, between the two monuments. Our three 
               heroes are digging eagerly in the sand. A man behind them leaning 
               against some large of vehicle, watching their efforts. Teal'c 
               suddenly hits something hard.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Jonas.

               
               He pokes at it some more, and it gives the sound of shovel against 
               stone.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Think that's the cover stones?

               
                                     TEAL'C
                         Indeed. Jonas kneels down, putting aside 
                         his shovel and beginning to wipe away 
                         the inch-thick layer of sand, his Colleagues 
                         eagerly watching. He pulls out a brush 
                         and begins wiping the sand off the stones, 
                         uncovering writing in Goa'uld or a similar 
                         writing. It's written in a cartouche, 
                         not unlike the coordinates on the Giza 
                         cover stones.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Here lies Cha'apa'ai of Heru-ur, false 
                         god of the people of Tegrea who'll never 
                         know the daylight again (?).
 
               
                                     TEREK
                         The ring exists!

               
               INT. Prometheus. Sam is looking at reactor schematics on the 
               wall screen again. O'Neill is nearby with his radio.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         O'Neill.

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         What's up, T. ?

               
                                     TEAL'C
                         I believe we have located the Stargate.
 
                         
               
               Quick look back to Teal'c standing in the wastelands. Then we 
               see O'Neill and Sam exchanging surprised looks. O'Neill returns 
               to the radio.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Well that's good news.

               
                                     TEAL'C
                         (almost smiling) We will require assistance 
                         to retrieve it.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         We'll talk to Ashwan. (as an afterthought) 
                         Nice job!
 
               
               He turns to Sam who's smiling behind him, then both of them turn 
               around, Sam returning to her console while Jack heads off.
 
               
               
               EXT. The Wastelands, the uncovered cover stones. Now we see an 
               incredible sequence reminiscent of the dig sequence at the start 
               of the movie, the images fading into each other, without any 
               spoken words, just the music building up. We see crowbars pushing 
               into the gaps between the coverstones, trying to get some leverance. 
               Lots of Tangrean helpers here. We see Jonas helping them lift 
               away one of the segments of the coverstones. Then we get a beautiful 
               overhead view of the scene, the coverstones one big stone circle, 
               in the middle a smaller circle with an Egyptian-style drawing 
               of a man (Heru-ur?) engraved and the Cartouche on the circle 
               next to him. At the top of the circle, the workers are removing 
               the first segment, and a hint of Stargate can barely be seen 
               underneath.
 
               
               The image fades several times and we see more and more segments 
               of the coverstones being removed, freeing almost half of the 
               chevrons, then two thirds. To this, the Stargate theme sounds 
               beautifully in strong low-pitched tones. As the final segment 
               is being prepared, we hear Sam's voice offscreen...
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Jonas!

               
               We see her and Terek in a sand hole, uncovering the DHD.

               
                                     SAM
                         Looks good! It looks intact!

               
               EXT. The wastelands, a little ways off. A couple dozen soldiers 
               are hidden in the grass, and at their peak behind a boulder, 
               Kalfass observes the scene with a Monocular (?). We see the site 
               how he sees it. The people are gathered around a large, thin 
               crane, then we see him remove his head from the glass and he 
               reacts.
 
               
               Meanwhile, at the site, we see half a dozen workers supporting 
               the gate with ropes, while the crane begins pulling the gate 
               upright. We see our three hobby-archaeologists at the winch, 
               observing the process. We see the gate being erected against 
               the sunlight, the camera panning around a lone shovel, giving 
               us a nice view of the dig site. As the gate exceeds 45 degrees, 
               we can see sand pouring out one of the gate's chevrons. The men 
               are straining against their ropes, preventing the gate from falling 
               over in the other direction, and then it stands upright.
 
               
               We pan past the exhausted workers to see Terek and Jonas at the 
               DHD...
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Well, let's give it a shot.

               
               He hits nine symbols and the centerpiece, and we can see the 
               Chevrons lighting up in concert with his pushes, and then the 
               wormhole erupts, making the workers take a few steps back in 
               surprise before the vortex stabilizes. Jonas Smiles to Teal'c. 
               Success!
 
               
               Suddenly, gunshots impact to the side of our friends. plowing 
               through the sand, and a little off we see Kalfass at the gun 
               turret of one of the tanks, accompanied by armed soldiers running 
               along at his side. He's firing at them! Our archaeologists react, 
               and as Kalfass' tank almost jumps over the top of a little dune, 
               he is close enough and decelerates. Jonas and Terek stare in 
               disbelief as he comes to a halt, engine still rattling.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Kalfass, what are you doing?

               
                                     KALFASS
                         I'm taking back what belongs to my people!
 
                         
               
               EXT. Our view of the city, and yet another pair of trains. I'd 
               really be interested in seeing that schedule.
 
               
               INT. The council room. Ashwan is pacing to and fro in front of 
               O'Neill and Carter, the female council member is behind him, 
               looking emphatically with a futuristic notepad in her hand.
 
               
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         His actions are outrageous!

               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Tell him to stand down.

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         I've done exactly that, Colonel. He 
                         refuses. He claims to be protecting 
                         Tegrea's security.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Have him arrested.

               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Kalfass commands a great loyalty among 
                         many in the military. Challenging him 
                         would only lead to civil war.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Sir, we could use the Prometheus. Her 
                         weapons would be more than a match for 
                         Kalfass's troops.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         There is still that nagging problem 
                         of all those guns pointed at it...
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         I've chosen the commander of those gun 
                         batteries myself. He is loyal to me. 
                         Colonel, I will give you my word: He 
                         will not fire upon your ship.
 
               
               O'Neill swallows.

               
               EXT. The Wastelands. Scores of guards with drawn guns at the 
               dig site, the tank, and our archaeologists and their helpers 
               kneeling not far from the gate. A guard is tying Jonas's wrists 
               together with zip-cuffs.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Kalfass, you have no idea what you're 
                         dealing with here.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         I know our ancestors buried this device 
                         for a reason...
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Maybe they were wrong? maybe ... it's 
                         time for you to stop being afraid of 
                         the past.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         No, it's not the past I'm concerned 
                         about, it's the future. Having assessed 
                         our strength, you would undoubtedly 
                         return with greater numbers.
 
               
                                     TEAL'C
                         You have nothing to fear from the Tau'ri.
 
                         
               
                                     JONAS
                         We just wanna fix our ship. Our people 
                         can become friends, they can exchange 
                         knowledge, even trade. We'll even teach 
                         you how to use the Stargate.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Yes. You will teach me how to use it.
 
                         
               
               INT. Prometheus, the back of the bridge with the star chart. 
               O'Neill and Ronson have just entered. They're heading forward, 
               talking, then Ronson sits down in his chair.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         They're holding two of our men prisoner. 
                         We need the ship.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Our shields are still down, Jack. If 
                         we take take off and they open fire 
                         with those guns...!
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Ashwan. Promised. They wouldn't.

               
                                     RONSON
                         He just lost control of his government, 
                         and I'm going to trust the safety of 
                         my crew to his word?
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yes. That's what you're going to do.
 
                         
               
                                     RONSON
                         Jack, if you're asking me to risk everyone 
                         on this ship--
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         If that is so, Colonel Ronson, then 
                         I will be taking the same risk. You 
                         may launch your vessel when ready. You'll 
                         not be fired upon.
 
               
               Jack shoots Ronson a "Now get it over with!"-look, and Ronson 
               sighs.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Major Gant?

               
                                     GANT
                         Sir?

               
                                     RONSON
                         Fire up the sublight engines. (klaxons 
                         go off) Arm all available weapons, and 
                         prepare to return fire. On *my* orders 
                         only.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         That will not be necessary, Colonel.
 
                         
               
               He turns, and they leave the bridge again. As Ronson sits down, 
               he warns Jack...
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Let's hope your old man is right, or 
                         this is going to be a short ride.
 
                         
               
               EXT. On the landing field. The Prometheus lifts off, and the 
               balloons around it appear to be looking after it longingly, but 
               nobody fires a single shot.
 
               
               INT. Prometheus bridge. Gant is listening into her headset.
 
               
               
                                     GANT
                         No sign of weapons fire from the gun 
                         batteries, Sir. I think we're clear.
 
                         
               
               O'Neill gives Ronson his politest "I told you so"-look, and Ronson 
               accepts it with an almost-smile. They're both glad Jack was right.
 
               
               
                                     RONSON
                         Very well. Proceed to the coordinates 
                         at one third thrust.
 
               
                                     DELUISE
                         Yes, sir.

               
               EXT. The dig site. The Prometheus flies in above the Stargate, 
               the prisoners and their guards stare upwards at the huge brick 
               floating above them. Kalfass and the other male council member 
               stare upwards in disbelief.
 
               
               INT. Prometheus. The corridor leading to the ring transporter. 
               O'Neill, Ashwan and Sam are headed out.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         Are you sure you're up to this, Mr. 
                         Chairman? Things could get outta hand 
                         here--
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         I'm not afraid Major. I should have 
                         done this a long time ago.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         This is Ronson. We're in position.
 
                         
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Roger that.

               
               The crewman in the background types on the panel again, making 
               it bleep, and the ring transporter whooshes our party of three...
 
               
               
               EXT. The dig site on Tegrea. Sam and Jack are standing back to 
               back, rifles primed, Ashwan at their side facing in Jack's direction. 
               O'Neill is talking to the radio on his shoulder.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Prometheus, hold your fire until my 
                         signal.
 
               
                                     RONSON
                         Prometheus has your six, SG-1.

               
               Sam turns to look over the Colonel's shoulder, while Kalfass 
               glances at the huge spacecraft looming overhead that just crashed 
               his party. O'Neill and Ashwan look around, but no offer of negotiations 
               is forthcoming. Ashwan takes in the scene, and then begins...
 
               
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Kalfass, this has gone far enough. Release 
                         these men.
 
               
                                     KALFASS
                         Hold your positions. We can not let 
                         him hand this device over to the aliens.
 
                         
               
               O'Neill and Ashwan look around once more, but their situation 
               hasn't changed. Ashwan reconsiders his tactics. He smiles charismatically...
 
               
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Commander Kalfass. (he nods acknowledgingly, 
                         looking around to the soldiers, raising 
                         a hand almost-pointing at K.) He's a 
                         good man, a cautious man. But he thinks 
                         as our ancestors did, that it is better 
                         to control what we do not understand, 
                         to bury it, so it can not harm us. I, 
                         too, once thought as he does. But no 
                         longer. These ... aliens that Kalfass 
                         fears so much are not conquerors. They 
                         are long-lost brethren.
 
               
               Kalfass looks around, a little unsure. Are my people listening 
               to him? Ashwan continues in stride, turning towards the gate, 
               pointing upwards at it.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Look at it! This ... is where we came 
                         from! This is who we are! Our ancestors 
                         erased our history, our fear. And yet, 
                         without our history, we cannot know 
                         who we are! Or what we may, some day, 
                         become! I will not make that same mistake.
 
                         
               
               He walks up to Kalfass, addressing him directly, and in a low, 
               well-composed voice.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         I am relieving you of your command. 
                         You and your men will stand down. He 
                         turns, but nothing happens. He turns 
                         back around, and firmly, with a threatening 
                         undertone...
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         I said: Lower your weapons!

               
               The guards look around, then slowly, confusedly begin lowering 
               their weapons. Jonas and Teal'c breathe in relief, Sam and Jack 
               exchange relieved looks. Ashwan smiles, then addresses the other 
               council member...
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Take him away.

               
               The man takes Kalfass' gun, and the guards escort him away. O'Neill 
               walks up to Ashwan.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Didn't know that you had that in you.
 
                         
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Neither did I.

               
               They both share a grin.

               
               EXT. The dig site in front of the gate. The dust tail and sound 
               of a car driving away can be heard and seen through the Stargate, 
               where we see Jonas, Jack and Sam saying their goodbyes at the 
               DHD.
 
               
                                     SAM
                         We'll be back in a few days with some 
                         equipment to repair our ship.
 
               
                                     ASHWAN
                         Until then, Colonel Ronson and his crew 
                         will be our honored guests. I hope you 
                         will join us at a state dinner upon 
                         your return?
 
               
               Sam and Jack both smile in agreement, and Jack walks a little 
               with Ashwan and the female council member while Sam turns to 
               Jonas and Terek at the DHD.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Hey, thanks Terek!

               
                                     TEREK
                         Oh, thank you. I hope you will soon 
                         return. There is much to learn about 
                         our history.
 
               
                                     JONAS
                         Yeah, we can definitely help you out 
                         there, but you know more than most people 
                         on your planet. (to Sam) Got a feeling 
                         this guy's gonna be getting a bigger 
                         office soon... Sam smiles, then hits 
                         the seven symbols on the DHD. The camera 
                         zooms in on the middle button as we 
                         can hear the wormhole engage.
 
               
               THE END

               

Memento



Writers :   Damian Kindler
Genres :   Sci-Fi  Action  Adventure


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