Stargate: Continuum Page #6

in your Oval Office.

I'm sure something can be arranged soon.

I was thinking this afternoon.

It is the kind of thing

I can clear my schedule for.

Excellent. Then perhaps we can get...

Put that down.

Mr. President, I'm afraid I'll

have to get back to you later.

He hung up on me.

The edges of the Shikra blade

have been honed

to the thickness of a single atom.

I must keep my hand very still,

for fear that one slip

will cut you in half.

Now, tell me, how can you possibly know

so much about this world?

- I told you, my sweet.

- You've been studying in secret.

When?

You haven't allowed me to leave your side

in 50 years.

Every time you have defeated

your enemies, you've been one step ahead,

and now you are as familiar

with their world

as if you have lived among them,

and you even have

one of their communication devices. How?

For a short time, I confess,

I did live among them.

- When?

- Another life, another time.

This world offers many pleasures, Qetesh.

Pleasures I intend to share with you.

Not good enough.

My lord, forgive the intrusion.

Think nothing of it, Teal'c.

I have the results of our search

of the southernmost continent.

There is a Chappa'ai, as you predicted.

Thank you, Teal'c. You may leave us now.

However, my lord,

it is not lodged within a crevasse.

The humans have moved it to a

small settlement and taken it inside.

- It does not appear to be yet functional.

- What?

They have also drilled a shaft

deep inside the ice

elsewhere on the continent.

Impossible.

How could they have known?

Instruct the fleet

to bombard both locations

from space immediately.

Is that your wish, my lord?

Do it,

and report back to me when it's done.

Now, tell me,

my sweet.

Is your plan going as well

as you expected?

You realize Ba 'al is going to

figure out where we're headed

before we get

within 1,000 miles of McMurdo.

- He thinks we're dead, remember?

- Oh, we have him now.

Hail the fleet.

This is Teal'c

aboard the Sovereign's flagship.

Lord Ba'al has given the order

to destroy targets

at the following coordinates

near the planet's South Pole.

Assign what vessels you see fit.

Fire when ready.

I talked to Ba'al directly,

and despite his assurances,

I have reasons to distrust him.

Very good reasons.

Yuri, I have to tell you about something

we're working on in the Antarctic

that might help us deal with them.

It involves an artifact we found

a couple of months ago...

Mr. President?

Hold on a sec.

- George, do you know who I'm talking to?

- Yes, sir.

A few minutes ago,

we lost contact with McMurdo.

The first report was something

about brilliant flashes of light in the sky,

then explosions all over the compound.

We also lost contact with the drilling site

above the Ancient weapons platform

at roughly the same time.

We're trying to get satellite pictures

to confirm.

So much for afternoon tea

in the rose garden.

Yuri, that project in the Antarctic

I was telling you about?

It's going backwards.

- My lord.

- Stay back, Teal'c.

My lord, shall I enact

your final instructions?

No, you idiot, save me.

- Try it, and I will kill him.

- You intend to kill him regardless.

- No! There must be some arrangement.

- Actually, my love, he's right.

Jaffa, treason!

Sierra Golf One,

we're receiving an encoded message.

Stand by.

Message reads,

"McMurdo has been destroyed.

"Return to your previous position

and stand by for further instructions."

- Understood.

- So much for that.

Well, what further instructions

can there be,

other than, "Kiss your ass goodbye"?

Oh, let's pull about turn and find out.

- Master Teal'c.

- I am on a mission for the Sovereign.

We will cloak the ship immediately

and await further orders.

Hail Cronus.

My queen.

Our Lord Ba'al has seen the light.

He now wishes to blast the Tau'ri

into extinction.

You are most persuasive.

We shall return in three days.

The more of the planet

you have destroyed,

the more richly you shall be rewarded.

And if you see Teal'c, kill him.

As the Sovereign wishes.

Jaffa, set a course for Praxyon

and engage the hyperdrive

at maximum speed.

Yes, my queen.

This world is not enough.

The Sovereign's flagship

is leaving the fleet.

The Sovereign is dead,

betrayed by Qetesh.

Our only hope of avenging him

is to arrive at the planet Praxyon

before she does,

and the only way to do that

is through a Chappa'ai.

But you yourself ordered it destroyed.

There is another.

Thanks for the top-up, boys.

Sierra Golfleader,

we're going to be right back

where we started...

Son of a b*tch! Carter, break right!

Break right!

What city is that?

Washington.

Listen to me,

because I don't think either one of us

has much time left.

If you have anything,

any information that could help...

Yuri, I can't hear you! What?

You've also discovered an artifact?

Where is it located?

We're receiving another encoded

message with new flight instructions.

Message reads,

"The Russians have the other one."

- Hello.

- "Do what you need to do."

Roger that.

Coordinates received. Stopping for gas.

I estimate ETA at 19:30 Zulu.

Let's do what we need to do.

We're on emergency power, sir,

and all the elevator shafts have collapsed.

We're not getting out of here

anytime soon.

Do we have confirmation

that our message got through to SG-1?

Yes, sir.

By now, they're well over

the North Atlantic.

That last KC-135 pilot was

a bit stingy.

Fuel's going to be close.

I have multiple contacts down range

approaching at Mach 3.5.

- Gliders?

- Yeah, that's a good bet.

They're coming through at 80,000 feet.

Sierra Golf escort,

we must complete our mission.

- Do you understand?

- Affirmative.

Sierra Golf One and Two,

proceed to target. We will engage.

Here they come.

Oh, yeah! Just go ahead

and fall asleep back there, Jackson.

It's going to be a long, dull ride!

Yeah, sorry about that.

How many on our six?

Too many!

We can 't shake them at altitude.

We're going to have to go down

to the deck.

Yeah, we're right behind you.

I've got another contact,

six bogies, dead ahead, coming right at us.

Sorry, Sam, we're kind of busy right now.

I don 't think they're gliders.

They're MiGs!

Jackson, get on the radio!

What the hell did you just say?

"We're Americans.

Please shoot the people chasing us!"

We have

been expecting you! Good luck!

Yeah, back at you.

I can see the coast.

Sierra, rejoin,

we 're going to head on down.

Copy that.

This is not encouraging.

Where is everybody?

At home with their families,

where I should be.

I need to speak to the lead scientist

on this project.

He is not here.

None of them have been here for weeks.

- Really?

- We had no idea of purpose of artifact.

We named it Anchor,

because it was found on bottom of ocean.

Are there any grown-ups around

that we could talk to?

Boys, we need power.

What you see now is emergency batteries.

We lost main power to facility

over three hours ago.

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