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.
All right everyone, on your toes! Major
He walks past the major, who is checking out the console she's
A ship has just exited a hyperspace
window off our port bow, Colonel. Goa'uld
vessel, Sir, Hat'tak class.
Sound General quarters (???) He sits
down in his seat next to her an Major
Peter DeLuise's (!) consoles.
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.
Shields at maximum! I want missile bays
one, three and four, and charge the
primary weapons systems. Klaxons start
going off in the background.
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.
Excuse *me*! God that's annoying!
They walk up the corridor, Klaxons still sounding in the background.
I believe Colonel Ronson has issued
a call for battle stations.
Have we not been assigned to participate
in the damage control effort.
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
Goa'uld vessel is in range, Sir.
Weapons Officer, prepare to fire on
He's the weapons officer, you'd think
he'd already be prepared.
The bridge isn't exactly where you're
supposed to be during the battle drill.
Nnnnoooo... I've been meaning to talk
to you about that.
can it wait, until we're not in the
middle of a drill?
*When* are we *not* in the middle of
Ronson glares at Jack calmly, who looks down for a second, then
raises his hands in defense.
Okay. We'll talk about it later. (Ronson
doesn't believe his sincerity) Teal'c,
prepare to assist in damage control.
I am prepared, O'Neill.
See how melodramatic that sounds? It's
He turns to leave, Teal'c follows. The camera focuses on Ronson,
who sighs voicelessly. His face sets.
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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.
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.
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.
In the unlikely event of an emergency...
Something like that. Enjoy the ride,
Colonel. Hammond out. The screen goes
static, and we see O'Neill staring unhappily
EXT., the Prometheus still orbiting Earth, probably above the
Antarctic or a huge cloud bank.
This is Prometheus, ...
INT., the bridge. Ronson is walking in front of his seat.
... requesting go-ahead for mission
VOICE VIA WIRELESS
Prometheus, this is Van-den-berg (?),
you have an affirmative for hyperspace
window activation. Ronson sits down
between Gant and DeLuise.
Roger that. (to her) Major, we have
Yes Sir, activating window. She types
somthing on her console, and we switch
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.
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.
Also, set up a hull breach simulation
for 0500. That's all.
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.
Jack. The sliding door closes behind
Got yourself a fine crew here, Ronson.
Yeah, you got a pretty solid team yourself.
They stand, facing each other, not quite friendly, not quite
Yeah, I was speaking of that.
Jack... I know that in the event of
a real situation with the Goa'uld, you
feel that your place would be on the
The door slides open and they exit the lift, Ronson leading the
Well, if not me, you'd be a fool not
to take advantage of Teal'c's expertise,
and Carter's a genius!
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.
I guess I can respect that.
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.
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.
Carter, Teal'c, meet me on the bridge!
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.
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.
What's our position?
40.62 light years short of the target,
Something must have caused the hyperdrive
to shut down automatically.
The only way that would happen is if
the computer detected some instability
in the Naquadria powering the engines.
He's right sir, diagnostics show a massive
power surge in the hyperdrive. The failsafe's
kicked in to shut it down.
Have you begun restart procedures?
I've tried, but the computer wouldn't
let it start up.
We see "Engines offline" flashing on her screen.
Sam looks up from Gant's console to O'Neill, standing between
Jonas and Teal'c. She attempts to say something as he continues.
You promised me it would work!!!
It did work.
No it didn't.
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.
Yet it is happening.
Yet it is!!!
Something must have damaged the buffer.
Sir, with your permission I'd like to
take a look.
Yeah, me too.
Take Major Gant with you. Report back
to me as soon as possible.
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.
Well, we were right. Something caused
the buffer to overload, it's more or
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...
Gravity waves! I just checked the ship's
sensor logs: We passed through an intense
gravity wave from a collapsing star
while in hyperspace.
That would explain it, it was too much
for the buffer to handle.
But the hyperdrive engines are still
intact, and we still have the Naquadria,
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.
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.
Well, if he was going to help out, he
would've shown by now.
Thor. Little guy? Grey?
I know who Thor is.
The Asgard have proven valuable in similar
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.
Well, use whatever need to repair the
buffer. Cannibalize whatever system
you deem necessary.
With all due respect, Colonel, I can't.
O'Neill raises his eyebrows in disbelief. Teal'c inclines his
head as well.
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.
Do we ... have any extra bulbs?
There is no redundancy for that particular
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.
Even if we were to plot a course for
Earth, using maximum sublight thrust,
it would take years. We don't have the
Not to mention the relativistic effects.
O'Neill doesn't get that last comment.
That buffer has to be repaired.
Jonas, who was invisible behind Ronson all the time, takes this
opportunity to join in.
Actually, there may be another solution.
We see a screen with lots of Stargate symbols (the 39-symbols
flavor) in a nice checkered grid.
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.
... 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
perhaps it may be buried.
Well, if we can make it there and gate
home, we can get what we need to repair
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...
We use the hyperdrive.
Ronson, O'Neill and Teal'c raise their heads in surprise.
I thought we couldn't do that?
For a protracted period of time, no.
744 would be a pretty short hop.
The shorter the burst of energy required,
the less the chance of instability.
That's what I'm thinking.
It's your call. But I don't see how
we have much choice.
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
INT. The bridge, Jonas and O'Neill walking around the seats in
the background towards Teal'c.
Now orbiting P3X744, sir.
Good work, people!
A short peek at a schematic of the reactor on Gant's screen which
suddenly turns red.
Sir, computers are detecting a rapid
energy build-up in the Naquadria cells.
Shut down power to the reactor.
Controls will not respond, sir. Reaction
is continuing uncontrolled.
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.
Stand by to jettison the reactor module.
Wait a minute, if I'm wrong about there
being a stargate on this planet, we're
losing our only means of getting home!
It would appear there is little choice.
Bring shields and sublight engines on-line.
We're not gonna be able to get very
far away before it blows.
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.
Get us clear! Full military thrust!
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.
Electromagnetic pulse penetrated the
shield, sir. Primary computer systems
are down, all we have are artificial
gravity and life support on most decks.
Gant listens into her earpiece.
How soon until we get systems back on-line?
It's too early to say, Sir.
I'd like to assist, if I may.
Please do, Major.
Colonel Ronson, I'm picking up atomic
bogies originating from the planet's
surface. Closing in on our position--
heading this way!
Can you identify them?
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
We see the radar console's screen with two red blips approaching
towards the Prometheus in the center.
Missiles are on an intercept course.
Evasive action, take us out of orbit.
We can't maneuver, sir.
All right. Arm weapons, we'll try to
take them out!
Weapons control is down, sir.
How long before they hit?
That's not enough time to get the systems
back on-line, Sir.
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.
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.
Then how were they able to launch missiles?
Ballistic missile sites on Earth are
shielded for E.M.P.
Let's talk to 'em.
Two minutes to missile impact.
Sir, I can broadcast on multiple frequencies.
If they're listening, they'll pick it
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...?
One minute to impact.
(comm) Lock down all compartments and
brace for impact! "Red alert" noise
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
Missile self-destructed at seventeen
Ronson throws the surprised O'Neill a relieved look.
This is Commander Kalfass of the Tegrean
security force. We will transmit landing
coordinates. Kalfass out.
Not exactly an engraved invitation,
I would prefer not landing until we
have our shields and weapons back on-line.
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
The guy you talked to was Commander
Kalfass. The name of the planet is Tegrea.
Kalfass. Tegrea. Got it.
The four enter a room that seems to have a large, empty space
in its middle.
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.
Could the information on the cartouche
Hasn't been wrong yet.
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
Drop your weapons. Immediately.
A line of soldiers approaches towards SG-1, who are still holding
on to their weapons.
Howdy fellers! Colonel Jack O'Neill.
Several powerful weapons are aimed at
both you *and* your ship.
--s Air Force...
Disarm yourselves, or you'll be fired
upon. This is not negotiable.
I believe he is being sincere in his
Oh... I guess we'll have to start trusting
them at some point. (he shrugs toward
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
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
I take it we have you to thank for destroying
the missiles before they hit our ship,
thus saving our lives?
There was something in our voice that
Oh! Did I mention we're sorry?
And knowing that the E.M. pulse caused
damage to your ship I'm willing to accept
that it was unintentional.
I'm not so willing.
Power has been restored to the cities
There was considerable impact on our
They will recover!
But we still don't know the extent of
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?
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.
We'd like to borrow your Stargate.
I'm sorry. Our star-gate...?
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 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...
They seek the 'ring of the gods'.
If that's what you wanna call it ...
'ring of the gods' is good.
Please, understand: This ... device
you seek, the ... Stargate, I regret
to tell you--
It's a myth!
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...
Have you looked around? ... just...?
If you could grant us access to some
of your historical data, we might be
able to shed some light on this situation...?
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.
In the mean time I will have some basic
historical data delivered to your ship.
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.
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...
They may well be gathering information
for an invasion!
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!
And what if our past was buried for
a good reason?
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.
How is the homework?
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...
I have found no mention of the Cha'apa'ai
nor any other technology used by the
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.
That is most often the case.
If this is a comprehensive history of
Tegrea, it's a joke.
I know, there's nothing here dating
back more than 300 years.
Maybe a year is longer on this planet?
Maybe sir, but even so. Without an idea
of where the Tegreans came from, we
have no way of finding the Stargate.
So either they are hiding something
from us, or...
Or their entire past has been erased.
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
You invited them for dinner?!
I was thinking more of a ... brunch...
To be honest, Colonel, we offered it
in exchange for access to their central
A library pass for a tour of the ship.
Carter grins at that comment as they continue meandering through
various corridors on the ship.
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...
Ronson sighs, pauses and attempts another tactic.
You know, I can appreciate that you
want to get home, but my first priority
is the security of this ship and crew.
Ronson! Your ship and crew are going
nowhere unless we find that gate.
I just don't like the idea of giving
a guided tour of Prometheus to the same
people who've got gun batteries aimed
We'd do the same damned thing.
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...
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...
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.
How many planets has SG-1 been to?
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 ...
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.
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.
We are being watched.
The guy half hiding behind the bookshelf?
Ph! He's been chasing us since we got
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.
... 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.
Most impressive. And you say much of
the technology incorporated into your
vessel is of ... alien origin?
Sam steps forward to save her Colonel upon his gesture
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.
We haven't quite gotten that part straightened
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.
But why use such a dangerous substance
to power your ship?
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.
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.
Several of my advisors have expressed
concern that this is a military vessel,
what would you have to say to them.
That ... they're right.
Prometheus was designed primarily for
From these Goa'uld you mentioned?
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.
With or without the Naquadria reactor,
this ship is more than capable of defending
itself against ... attack.
May I introduce Colonel William Ronson,
Commander of the Prometheus.
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.
I assure you Colonel, we would not attack
There are several gun batteries aimed
at my ship, Sir.
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
Then perhaps we had better continue
the tour. He steps out of the way. Ashwan
stretches out one hand towards Carter.
Please, Major Carter, after you.
Thank you, Sir.
O'Neill motions to Kalfass offscreen.
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
May we be of assistance?
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.
Well, I'm Jonas Quinn, this is Teal'c.
Uhm... if you're curious about us, you
should just come over.
With respect, Mr. Quinn, it is not you
I was curious about, it is what you
seek that interests me.
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
I hope everything is satisfactory. We
weren't expecting to host a formal dinner
when we started this mission.
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.
And frozen, millions ... of ...years
... ago ... ?!
Sam has started eating as well, and Ashwan nods in recognition
of O'Neill's words.
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.
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.
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.
But that means that you're missing thousands
of years of the past?
Aren't you ... curious?
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
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.
On Earth, we study our past to learn
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...
I'm sure both points of view have merit.
Well said, Major!
Ronson and Kalfass pull back, the situation diffused -- for the
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.
Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, the meal
was ... interesting.
Glad you liked it.
He didn't say *that*.
Well, I did, thank you.
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?
Would your Colonel Ronson not be as
Jack has marched a little ahead, not noticing the others have
stopped. He turns and shrugs.
Yesss... I'm sure he would. Kalfass
nods in agreement, then motions towards
O'Neill with his right arm.
Go on Kalfass, I will join you in a
Kalfass pauses, then gives in as he, Carter and the two nameless
ones go ahead, leaving O'Neill and Ashwan behind.
I apologize for Commander kalfass' behavior,
diplomacy is not his strength.
Yes, we share that quality in common.
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.
Our arrival hasn't helped things much,
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.
Please, excuse the state of my office.
So! You said you could help us find
the ... 'ring of the gods' ... how?
Ah... with these... I spent a ... a
lifetime collecting them. Relics from
before my people tuned their back on
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.
To which god are you referring?
Our creator, Horus. Only a few of us
dare believe in him. He pulls a chain
from his neck that has a golden hawk
The symbol of Heru-ur!
You know him?
Heru-ur is not a god. He is a Goa'uld.
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.
More likely he's the one who enslaved
your ancestors and brought them here
Heru-ur must have abandoned your people
many years ago. When the resources he
sought were depleted.
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.
They did not destroy everything! This
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.
This is it.
My understanding of this language is
extremely limited, but it appears to
be an etching of something called a
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
Oh, it must mean the wastelands of An-hur.
They lie far beyond the city. I found
many of my artefacts there.
Another meaningful glance. then Jonas looks back to the two unhappy
SFs that have been trailing them all the time.
Guys? We'd like to take a little field
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.
They want to be taken to coordinates
somewhere in the wasteland.
Then take them.
I think that's a mistake.
Because they may find something you
do not wish them to find?
If this is some sort of reconaissance
prior to an invasion...!
You are being ridiculous.
And you are being reckless!
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.
We do not even know their true intentions!
Or what they can offer us. An exchange
of knowledge and technology, the Stargate
could open up the universe for our people!
A universe of potential enemies! I demand
that you reconsider!
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.
And I prefer to--
And now, have them taken to the coordinates!
(nods with finality)
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.
The Stargate should be located directly
in the middle of the second and third
Are you certain, Jonas Quinn?
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.
He pokes at it some more, and it gives the sound of shovel against
Think that's the cover stones?
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
Here lies Cha'apa'ai of Heru-ur, false
god of the people of Tegrea who'll never
know the daylight again (?).
The ring exists!
INT. Prometheus. Sam is looking at reactor schematics on the
wall screen again. O'Neill is nearby with his radio.
What's up, T. ?
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.
Well that's good news.
(almost smiling) We will require assistance
to retrieve it.
We'll talk to Ashwan. (as an afterthought)
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
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...
We see her and Terek in a sand hole, uncovering the DHD.
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
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
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.
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.
Kalfass, what are you doing?
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.
His actions are outrageous!
Tell him to stand down.
I've done exactly that, Colonel. He
refuses. He claims to be protecting
Have him arrested.
Kalfass commands a great loyalty among
many in the military. Challenging him
would only lead to civil war.
Sir, we could use the Prometheus. Her
weapons would be more than a match for
There is still that nagging problem
of all those guns pointed at it...
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.
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.
Kalfass, you have no idea what you're
dealing with here.
I know our ancestors buried this device
for a reason...
Maybe they were wrong? maybe ... it's
time for you to stop being afraid of
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.
You have nothing to fear from the Tau'ri.
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.
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.
They're holding two of our men prisoner.
We need the ship.
Our shields are still down, Jack. If
we take take off and they open fire
with those guns...!
Ashwan. Promised. They wouldn't.
He just lost control of his government,
and I'm going to trust the safety of
my crew to his word?
Yes. That's what you're going to do.
Jack, if you're asking me to risk everyone
on this ship--
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
Fire up the sublight engines. (klaxons
go off) Arm all available weapons, and
prepare to return fire. On *my* orders
That will not be necessary, Colonel.
He turns, and they leave the bridge again. As Ronson sits down,
he warns Jack...
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.
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.
Very well. Proceed to the coordinates
at one third thrust.
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.
Are you sure you're up to this, Mr.
Chairman? Things could get outta hand
I'm not afraid Major. I should have
done this a long time ago.
This is Ronson. We're in position.
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.
Prometheus, hold your fire until my
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...
Kalfass, this has gone far enough. Release
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...
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.
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,
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
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
Take him away.
The man takes Kalfass' gun, and the guards escort him away. O'Neill
walks up to Ashwan.
Didn't know that you had that in you.
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
We'll be back in a few days with some
equipment to repair our ship.
Until then, Colonel Ronson and his crew
will be our honored guests. I hope you
will join us at a state dinner upon
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.
Hey, thanks Terek!
Oh, thank you. I hope you will soon
return. There is much to learn about
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.