"Previously on Stargate Atlantis." "They're not people!" "They're machines!" "They even built themselves a version of Atlantis." "Probes of your mind, uncover the truth." "You only came to live there, from your original home." "A planet called Earth." " Our intention is to destroy it." " They see Humans as the favourite siblings who receive all the parents love." "They've been seeking revenge ever since." "Atlantis is under attack from Replicators!" "I'll be damned if I'm gonna let a bunch of Replicators take our home away from us." "They emit a directional energy field that disrupts the connection between nanites." "So the Replicators literally fall apart when you fire on 'em." "Well, we beat 'em this time, maybe we scared them off." "Maybe." "Doctor Weir." "Doctor Keller." "How is my Head of Medicine?" "Acting" "Head of Medicine, actually, and that's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about." "What's up?" "I need to be replaced." "Excuse me?" "Look, after Carson... someone had to step up and take over, and I'm glad to help out, don't get me wrong, but" "I'm not qualified to run a department of this size." "You... you need someone... better." "Everyone down there says you're doing great." "Well, "A" I'm not sure that's true, and "B" it's been pretty smooth sailing over the last few weeks." "I think I've been lucky." "Well, the I.O.A. are reviewing candidates but, to be honest, they're not that great at making quick decisions." "Yeah." "So, a week?" "Two weeks?" "I just haven't been sleeping very well." "This whole..." " being in control thing kind of makes me anxious." " Carson felt the same way his first few months." "I appreciate you trying to lie to me." "Look..." "I feel very comfortable with my life in your hands, and at the end of the day, that means you're doin' a pretty good job." "Dealing with the pressure it does get easier with time." "Right." "How much time... exactly?" "Like, it'll get easier over the next two weeks and then you'll replace me, so I can go back to being a regular doctor?" "I'll keep you posted!" "Thanks!" "Can I please have someone else do these?" " Performance evaluations?" " Yes." "No." "Year-end employee reviews are important." "They're how people get promotions, and raises." "OK, look." "Asking me to do performance evaluations is ridiculous." "I am the first person to admit..." "I don't know who these people are, nor do I care to." "Look, if you'd like, I could take you down the hall to the labs and just point at the people who annoy me more than the rest, but that's about as useful as I get." " All done." " Oh, of course." "That was quick!" "Hey, John, wait a minute." "You've just given everyone excellent and above averages." " Can I do that?" " No!" "I know this is not the most glamorous part of your job, but you are in leadership positions and, unfortunately, that comes with administrative responsibilities." "Well, everybody who works for me is excellent and above average." "You want me to lie?" "`Cause I don't think leaders should lie, Elizabeth." "Doctor Weir?" "Yes, Chuck?" "The Apollo just came out of hyperspace." "They're ahead of schedule." "Probably just tryin' to show off..." "you know, bein' a new ship an' all." "Colonel Ellis, you've made excellent time on your first voyage here." " Thank you." "I'm beaming down now." " Very well." "We'll m..." "Set up in the Conference Room." "Doctor." "Colonel." " Welcome." " Thank you." "Colonel Sheppard," "Doctor McKay." "This is gonna make things easier." "I'll need to brief you all immediately." "What's going on?" "Well, I'd prefer to talk in private." "Ever since the human-form Replicators made a play for the City, we've had the Daedalus make regular reconnaissance fly-bys of their home planet." "Yes, we know." "Two months ago, it took these pictures." "I'm sorry, what am I supposed to be looking at here?" "Nothing." "Excuse me?" "This image was taken about three weeks ago in the very same location." "They're building ships... a lot of them." "Why weren't we made aware of this?" "I'm making you aware of it now." "Well, if they're coming for us, we should start making preparations to bolster the shield." " I mean, we should..." " They're not gonna get here." "I'm here to inform you that in precisely twelve hours, the Apollo, in consort with your team... will launch a surgical strike on the Replicator planet." "Season 3, Episode 20 First strike" "Transcript by Callie Sullivan." "So... you're gonna blow up their ships." "That's right." "Just like that?" "Just like that." "How the hell do you plan on doing that?" "A set of Mark Nine tactical nukes housed in a custom-made weapons platform codenamed" " Horizon." " How many nukes do you have?" "The Horizon carries six warheads and four decoys." "I'm gonna need you to do a final inspection before we head out." " Wait." "Six?" " That's right." "That's not enough." "The Replicators are self-replicating robots, which means that they can..." "I'm aware of that, thank you, Doctor, but they're not like the Milky Way Replicators." "Their ships aren't built from nanocells." "They're constructed of real material that can be destroyed." "Six will be more than enough for now." ""For now"?" "Look, isn't this a bit like poking a sleeping dragon?" "Why don't we just wait `til" "Area 51 finishes the P.W.A.R.Ws?" "Which one's that, again?" "Planetary-Wide Anti-Replicator Weapons." "Look, the Asgard were capable of creating a satellite that could wipe out an entire Replicator planet." "I mean, we've had some trouble making one of our own but..." "Look, would I've prefer taking out an entire planet at once?" "Absolutely." "But this image is giving the I.O.A. a lot of sleepless nights." "The Replicators know the location of Earth, and with these new ships, have the means to get there." "We can't just sit on our hands while the guys at Area 51 try to come up with a solution." "This mission's primary objective is to eliminate key military targets." "We'll come back and finish once the new weapon is up and running." "Doctor, I'm gonna need you to start your inspections as soon as possible." " Well, yes, sure." "I just..." " Doctor McKay is ready to beam." "Well, he's not, actually..." "OK." "We're finished here." "Thank you." "Can you believe this?" "No." "It all seems too good to be true." "What?" "Well, if those nukes do what Ellis says they do..." "Since we won back the City, we haven't heard so much as a peep from the Replicators." "Well, obviously they haven't gone away." "No, but maybe they've decided that we are more trouble than we're worth." "That the threat of our A.R. weapons is enough to keep them at bay." "You don't build that many ships to make a run at Atlantis." "They're headed for Earth." "Colonel." "May I have a word?" "Sure." "This mission is a mistake." "It most certainly is not." "It is an ineffectual first strike." "You've gotta know how dangerous that could be for us." "All due respect, Doctor, it won't be ineffectual." "Besides, the I.O.A. doesn't think we can wait." "I think we should stall them, try to open a round of negotiations." "They're not a race of people." "They're a weapon." "Try to keep that in mind." "Weapon or not, they're sentient." "Negotiating with them could buy us enough time to get the P.W.A.R.W. up and running." "Usually I'd be more than happy to go twelve rounds here about who's right and who's wrong, but it wouldn't matter." "I have my orders, and you don't have the authority to tell me to stand down, so, again, with all due respect, ma'am," "I have a mission to execute." "Well, the specs check out." "We've loaded the target information." "They're ready." "Yeah." "It's good to go." "This is a bad idea, isnt' it?" "We could tell them they're not ready..." "You know, there's a fault with the guidance system or something." "I thought about that." "They're gonna have guys here to contradict us pretty quickly." "Yep." "But we're here alone." "We could make them not ready." "They're building an armada, Radek." "I saw them." "They showed me the pictures." "I'd feel pretty stupid if we break this thing, only to have the Replicators show up and destroy the City." "Yeah." "Yeah, that would be bad." "Tell the Colonel we're good to go." "Colonel Ellis has asked me to join the mission." "I know." "I was gonna stay behind in a cloaked Jumper after they launch the warheads, do some battle damage assessment." "I know that too." "He told me that you called Woolsey and General O'Neill and tried to get the whole thing called off." "Yes, I did." "They didn't bite." "They did not." "Look, I know you think we're doing the wrong thing here, but..." "John..." "Good luck." "Alright." "Horizon is online." "The warheads are armed and we are ready for final sequencing as soon as we drop out of hyperspace." "Start now." "Open the bomb bay doors." "We're still in hyperspace." "We're coming out of our jump uncomfortably close to the planet." "I don't wanna waste any time, just get it done." "Well, you're the boss." "Ready to launch on your command." "You're sure about this, right?" "I mean, like, this is the right thing to do?" "Not the best time for that kind of talk, Doctor." "Right." "Sorry." "Coming out of hyperspace in five, four, three, two, one." "Launch the Horizon." "We have detonation confirmation on all six warheads." "Sheppard, you have a go for launch." "Copy that." "Clear." "Jump away." "Very well." "Pick you up in an hour." "Get us out of here." "There is so much radiation interference, it's hard to get an accurate yield calculation from the scan telemetry." "Please, there is more than enough data." "It's not like we're trying to take out a person here." "We're taking out massive chunks of a city." "Someone just please tell me if we hit our targets or not." "Alright." "If this data is right, then all of your primaries and most of your secondaries have been incinerated." "Excellent." "Welcome back." "Thanks." "I hear congratulations are in order." "Yeah, you heard right." "How was the mission?" "Was it a success?" "We did get all the ships." "I wish I could've been there to see it." "Well, space battles are always a lot more exciting on TV than they are in real life." "Doctor Weir?" "You're gonna wanna see this." "We've got a contact." " Just came out of hyperspace." " Is it broadcasting I.F.F?" " No, ma'am." " Wraith?" "Nah, it's very small." "I doubt it." "Raise the shield." "It's taking up a geosynchronous orbit above the City." "What is it?" "We should have the Apollo check it out." "Tell the Colonel he needs to get back to his ship." "Right ahead of us, Sir." " Shields?" " Affirmative." "Shields are up." "OK, I've got a visual." "Looks like a satellite of some sort." "It's a Stargate!" "A Stargate?" "That's right." "I thought you said it was a satellite." "It's both." "It's a satellite, but in the middle there's a..." "Stargate." " What could be the purpose of that?" " I've no idea." " It just activated." " The Gate?" "Get us away from it!" "Sir, the satellite is turning again." "It's hitting the planet." "It's a sustained beam." "That is bad for a dozen different reasons." "It's protected by a shield." "Give me some options, McKay." "The shield's taking its power from the beam." "Look, I registered a slight drop in output when you fired on it." "Could I get a nuke past its shield?" "No, probably not." "I'll get in the Chair and give it everything we've got." " Maybe that'll collapse the shield." " I said "slight"... as in .002." "Look, I doubt any amount of firepower is gonna collapse it while that beam is active." " Then what do we do?" " We stand down and let me think, is what we do." "Just give me five minutes to get my bearings." "I'll brief you." " McKay, it's shooting at us." " Yes, and the shields are holding." "Look, we've got plenty of time just give me... five minutes." "What've you got?" "We're in trouble." "It took you five minutes to figure that out?" "You're slippin', buddy." "Look, the satellite is basically just a stripped-down ship." "There's a hyperdrive engine, a shield, and navigational systems." "There's a small power source that was designed to take it to its intended target and power the shield until the Gate can be dialled." "But once a wormhole has been established to whoever's on the dialling side, it fires a beam into their Stargate and it comes out on our side, allowing them to fire on us and to power the satellite." "That's very clever." "Yes." "As long as they can keep the beam powered from home, the weapon remains operational." "And one fun added side bonus is that because their Stargate is in such close proximity to our planet, we can't dial our Stargate." "We're stuck." "Maybe that's a good thing." "The beam'll turn off at the end of the Gate's 38 minute cycle." "If we dial our Gate at that precise moment, we can neutralise theirs." "What, and if it's not pulling power from the beam any more, then we can collapse its shield and destroy it." "Sure." "The problem is," "I don't think it's gonna shut down in 38 minutes." "But I thought it was physically impossible for an artificial wormhole to stay open any longer." "There is one exception to that rule." "The SGC has encountered attacks of this kind on their own Stargate and sadly we've discovered that if you pump enough energy into it, a Stargate can remain active indefinitely." "That would require an insane amount of power, wouldn't it?" "Like a black hole or an unlimited number of ZedPMs." "So we can assume the Replicators are behind this." "Well, I hope so." "You hope so?" "Well, otherwise, we've discovered yet another super-powerful enemy." "If it is a normal Stargate, can we still contact the dialling planet?" "Well, I'll need to boost the signal considerably to get through the interference, but... yes." " See what you can do, please." " Right." "Why would you wanna contact them?" "To negotiate." "It's a waste of energy." "We need to figure out how to destroy it." "I'd love to go twelve rounds here about who's right and who's wrong, but at the end of the day I'm responsible for the well-being of this City, and you don't have the authority to tell me to stand down." "So with all due respect..." "I think I'll place my call." "Alright." "I think I've got it." "They're responding to the transmission." "Oberoth!" "Doctor Weir." "I must say I'm surprised to see you." "Each of us exists within the collective and can be replicated many times." "You need to disable your weapon immediately." "That is not possible." "We had no choice but to attack you." "You were building warships." "They need to be neutralised." "And now, so do you." "That assault was just the tip of the spear." "We were hoping it would bring you to your senses." "If you don't stop this aggression, we will be forced to launch an all-out attack." "Really?" "Why have you waited?" "The annihilation of your people is not our goal." "Ideally, we would like a peace to exist between us, but we will not stand idly by while you build ships and weapons that can be used to destroy us." "Interesting." "We feel the same way about you." "Perhaps I should remind you every time we've met in battle, our side has been clearly victorious." "Elizabeth." "They're attempting to upload a virus on the comm bandwidth." " I've been able to stop it for now but..." " Shut it down." "Well, that went well!" "Yeah." "Oberoth always been one of my favourites." "What if the Gate doesn't shut down at the end of its 38 minute cycle?" "Look, if they're able to maintain the energy beam's intensity which I'm sure they will..." "And how long `til our shield fails?" "It's 29 hours." "Well, it was worth a shot." "Alright, we're gonna need another plan." "Yeah, OK." "Look, stop dialling." "It's not working." "Sir." "You two give us a minute." "What can I do for you, John?" "We need to head back to the Replicator planet." " We do, do we?" " Yeah." "If this satellite weapon is powered by its homeworld, maybe we can neutralise it at the source." "Well, the Apollo is in no condition to get in a battle right now." "That beam took a lot out of our shield." " No, we've gotta do something." " We did do something." "I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't help but think that we're somehow responsible for this." "Why, because Weir said so?" "No, Sir." "John, listen to me." "I..." "I've been over your record." "I know you have your detractors but personally" "I think you've done a hell of a job here." "Thank you, Sir." "You should be running Atlantis, not Doctor Weir." "Well, then I'd be The Man, and... who would I have to rage against?" "Listen." "Because of us," "Earth won't have to deal with an armada of Replicator ships, so whatever happens here, we did the right thing today." "I'm sorry." "It's just..." "they didn't even consult me." "I imagine they felt the need for secrecy was great." "I have the highest level of clearance humanly possible, Teyla." "No... they're trying to undermine me." "Some of the military doesn't like that a civilian, let alone a woman, is in charge of this City." "Surely General O'Neill doesn't feel that way." "And the I.O.A, they've backed you several times." "They believe in you." "Yes, when things are going well, but as soon as we run into a major problem, the military steps in and assumes absolute control." "Certainly you don't wish to coordinate military attacks." "No, and that's not what I'm saying." "Look, our current situation could have easily been avoided." "I told them as much, but they put next to no weight behind my opinions regarding the safety and protection of this City." "Yes, the I.O.A. is happy to have me as lead administrator, but when it comes to the big decisions..." "If we get out of this, I think I may have to step down." "Give it some time." " You need to step back and..." " We've got something." "We were throwing some ideas back and forth, well... he was throwing them forth and I was throwing them back... and while he was droning on about some idea that might have worked, it suddenly occurred to me:" "this City has encountered problems like this before," " so I..." " I don't need the history of your idea, Doctor." "I'll let that be a surprise when I read your autobiography." "Just tell me the plan." "We submerge it." "I'm sorry?" "We submerge the City." "I thought you said we couldn't submerge the City." "That was two years ago before the Ancients came and activated a number of new systems." "See..." "The how is complicated, but I think it's possible." " Look, it's not a permanent solution..." " But... it'll buy us enough time `til we come up with one." "Exactly." " How much time?" " Some." "As much as a week." "I don't understand." "Why?" "Ah, you see, the history part would have made that a lot clearer." "Had you been a little more patient, I would have painted you a picture of..." "McKay." "Ten thousand years ago when the Ancients were under siege from the Wraith, they sank the City in order to dissipate the Wraiths' energy blasts in the water." "This way, the shield was able to hold far longer than it ever could on the surface." "So, now, we submerge the City." "The water attenuates the satellite's beam intensity, buys us some more shield time." "We cannot predict how much the Replicators' beam will be attenuated." "It might not buy us any time at all." "There's no way to know for sure, yes, but it's not a reason not to try." "Alright, get it done." "Yeah, I don't think that's your call." "Worst case scenario?" "We lose some power from the ZPM?" "Oh, no, worst case scenario is that we've both read the numbers wrong, we use up a ton of power and the City doesn't submerge at all." "Look, as much as I hate to say it," "Zelenka's not infallible." "Still, I agree." "It's worth the risk." "Alright." "The City has an automatic submersion subroutine already in the system." "I'll need it to tweak it a bit to work with one ZedPM, and... disable some safety protocols." "Give me an hour." " It's been an hour." " We're ready." " No, you've got to do the..." " Oh, just..." "We are... ready." "Good." "Give me City-wide." "Attention all personnel." "We are about to attempt to submerge the City." "From what I understand, it could get a little bumpy, so this is your last chance to secure equipment and get to the designated safe areas." "We've come full circle, eh?" "Yeah." "Feels that way." "OK." "Take us down." "Aye, aye, Captain." "Shall we?" "That's it." "We're down." " The beam still looks pretty serious, Rodney." " Yeah, I know." "Just give me a second to..." "Crap!" "I told you." " Thank you, Radek." "Very helpful." " What is it?" "The beam is breaking through the water much more efficiently than we thought." "The water has no effect?" "It's having an effect but just nowhere near what we wanted to." "Look, that plan took us three hours to execute and bought us an additional... ten hours." "Nine." "Nine." "OK." "What's the plan?" "That was the plan." "I need to learn some science." "What for?" "I'm not all that useful in situations like these." "If we get into a fight, or we need to break out of somewhere, you know, kill someone..." "I'm your man." "But a laser attacking the City's shield..." "I don't know where to chip in." "Well, that's why we're a team, like the Fantastic Four." "It's a comic book where superheroes fight crime and stuff." "See, I'd be Mr Fantastic." "Ronon would be The Thing." "McKay would be the Human Torch... you'd be the Invisible Woman." "I am not invisible." "No." "No, and McKay's not a human torch." "Well, how come you get to be Mr Fantastic?" "Because he was the leader and I'm the..." "I'm just saying that they were a cool team and we're a cool team and they use their strengths to, you know..." "I'm gonna go check on McKay." "Shouldn't you guys be bickering or something?" "We've got nothing to bicker about." "He's run out of bad ideas... finally." "If we survive this, I'm putting in for a transfer." "Please." "We both know that you've done your best work under me." "Under you?" "I'm my own department head, you know." " Please!" "We both know that department is a joke." " What?" "Why don't you two guys just make out and get it over with?" "I mean, we have, what?" "Under one day to figure out how not to get destroyed by this satellite thing, and you guys are arguing about who works for who." "Every possible scenario ends in a failure." "There is nowhere on the face of this planet that that thing cannot kill us." "You don't think...?" "No." "Old girl too banged up?" "No, the Replicators fixed all the damage we did with the drones." "We just don't have the power." " Yeah, but ideally..." " It may be the only way." "What?" "The drilling platform." "You guys have it operational down there, right?" "That's close enough, but we couldn't bring it with us." " Bring it where?" " We don't need to." "We just need a boost." "You might be onto something here." "Hey!" "What's your idea?" "Hey!" "Well, luckily the umbilical's already in place." "Yes, I know." "Look, are you capable of outputting the power we need or not?" "We just started drilling into the crust." "I can get you nine percent of the way there." "There goes that plan." "Can't the ZPM make up the difference?" "No." "The ZedPM's a little busy powering the shield at max." "What if it didn't have to?" "What?" "What if we could take the strain off the shield momentarily?" "Well, we'd need about a minute." "Why?" "What do you have in mind?" "Lantea's moon has some sizeable satellites itself." "Asteroid-like chunks we think are left over from a second moon that no longer exists." "I'd like you to beam up Lorne and get a flight of F-302s close enough to nudge one our way." "You wanna bring an asteroid towards us?" "Is that wise?" "Well, today it is." "Alright, guys." "We need to get close enough to clamp on to it." "Get enough of us drilled in, we can fly it like a ship... a really slow ship." "It's probably gonna be a real pain in the ass to steer, but a ship nonetheless." "OK... let's take this big gal for a stroll." "Flights Three and Four, begin your burn." "Full thrust." "Son of a bitch!" "We might be able to pull this off after all!" "Flights One and Two, begin your burn." "It's working?" "It's slow going, but, yes, they're bringing it towards the planet." "They should be able to get here before our cut-off time." " So we can actually do this?" " I think so, yes." "OK, time to tell people." "Patch me into the P.A, please." "May I have your attention?" "As you all know, we have found ourselves in a spot of trouble." "The reality is that no matter where we try to hide on this planet, the Replicator satellite will be able to track us." "Therefore, Doctor McKay and Colonel Sheppard have come up with a rather ingenious way for us to escape the satellite's range altogether." "In the next few hours... we will fire the City's stardrive and head into space." "Atlantis is leaving this planet." "May I come in?" "Of course." "All non-essential personnel have been beamed to the Apollo." "Good." "Good." "Has Doctor McKay located your new home yet?" "Yes." "M12-578." "It's the closest non-populated habitable planet with a large ocean." "He's a bit nervous about trying to land on solid ground." "I can understand that." "Listen, I know you don't like me very much..." " Colonel, that's nei..." " It's OK." "To be honest, I'm not that crazy about you either." "OK!" "But if I've crossed the line here or there in regards to your command," "I apologise." "I'm used to making the calls." "But I don't want you to think I don't respect you." "I do, Doctor." "Thank you." "I appreciate that." "I wish the rest of the military felt the same way." "Well, I can't speak to that." "I do know General O'Neill is awfully fond of you." "I'd better be heading out." "Good luck." "Thanks." "We're gonna need it." "Alright." "Zelenka is doing a final pass over all the coding we've done, but... so far it's looking good." "The underwater drilling platform's power output has been dialled up as high as it'll go, and the crew down there have been beamed up to the Apollo." "We're gonna wreck that thing, aren't we?" "What, the drilling platform?" "Oh, hell, yes!" "But... 30% of our total power requirements are gonna be consumed in the first ten seconds of flight." "The station will provide us with that power right up until we snap the umbilical, at which point we switch over to the ZedPM." "Now, if we can interrupt the satellite's beam... which is greatly taxing our power levels... we should be able to squeeze out just enough power to actually do this thing." "How's Lorne doin'?" "He's making good time." "He should be here in the next 20 minutes." "Well, I guess it's showtime." "You sure you can do this?" "Fly the City?" "What else could I possibly be talking about?" "I flew a V22 Osprey once." "Was it as big as a city?" "Well, you had to use your hands and feet with that one." "This one, you just have to sit down and think..." ""Fly"." "OK, why don't you just get in the Chair and start your pre-flight." "Oh, I'm gonna... head up to the Control Room, and Zelenka will monitor power output from the ZedPM Room." "And... good luck." "You too." "Doctor McKay, can you read me?" "Five by five." "Lorne, you in position?" "We're getting close." "You about ready?" "Zelenka, I need a Go or No Go." "We're Go." "All non-essential systems have been shut down." " We're in the green." " Are you ready, Sheppard?" "Ready as I'll ever be." "OK, Major, make sure she's moving as slow as possible." "Are you sure we shouldn't just lob this thing at the satellite?" "No, they'd easily be able to navigate back into position." "This is still our best bet." "Copy that." "Package is away and on course." "We're heading back to the Apollo." "Good luck." "OK, calculating travel time based on current speed." "That's it." "We're good." "Here goes nothing." "Asteroid is entering the beam." "We're on the surface." "Fire the stardrive." "We're not flying high enough." "It's stalling out!" "It's not working." "What are you doing wrong?" "Sure, blame me." "We don't have enough power." "Oh, sure, blame me!" "It's not working." "What other reasons could there be?" "I have no more power to give you!" "Shut it off." "What?" "Lower the shield." "We're about to go into space!" "If you plan on breathing, we're gonna need the shield." "Turn it back on at 18,000 feet." "We just need the boost to get started, no?" "That might work." "OK, I did it." "Give it all you've got." "That's it!" "We're flying!" "That's it." "Time's up." "Raising the shield." "Taking us into hyperspace." "We did it!" "McKay!" "Elizabeth!" "I need a medical team to the Control Room, stat!" "Multiple injuries!" "Keller, what happened?" "Apparently the beam grazed the Tower and blew out the..." "Adams, that guy just has a cut." "Tell him to put pressure on it and move on." "There's a lot of people worse off upstairs." "Elizabeth?" " Is she gonna be OK?" " I don't know yet." "She took quite a fall and her pupils are sluggish." "I'm gonna have to get her under a scanner." "I'll know more in a bit." "Oh, God." "Are you alright?" " Yeah, I've had worse." " How come no-one's helping you?" "I told them I didn't need any help." "Other people need more." "I doubt that." "Get this man to the Infirmary." "Yes, Sir." "You guys alright?" "All things considered." "What happened?" "The beam grazed the side of the Tower before the shield was completely closed." "Damage?" "Minimal..." "I think." "Look, I was able to get the shield up fairly quickly." "It took the brunt of the blow." "Oh, what now?" "What is happening?" "We just dropped out of hyperspace." "Have we already reached M12-578?" "No." "There's no way." "It should have taken at least another few hours." " The hyperdrive just shut down." " Why?" " I don't know." " Get it back up." "I just said I don't know what's wrong." "I can't get it back up if I don't know what happened." " Where are we?" " In the middle of nowhere." "There's no planets, no moons, no Stargates." "How much power do we have?" "This can't be right." "How much?" "At current consumption, we've got twenty-four hours of power left." "After that, there's no shield." "No shield, no atmosphere." " No atmosphere, we're..." " Can we use the Stargate?" "In order to dial a Gate, it needs to be calibrated to a specific location." "We are lost." "Look, we dropped out of hyperspace way too soon." "I have no idea where we are." "..."