Stargate SG-1: Children of the Gods Page #4

She practically fell on the floor

laughing every time

I tried to do some chore

they all took for granted.

Like, grinding yaphetta flour.

I mean, have you ever tried

to grind your own flour?

I'm trying to kick the flour thing.

This is going straight to my head.

What time is it anyway?

I must have gate-lag or something.

Daniel, for crying out loud,

you've had one beer.

You're a cheaper date than my wife was.

Yes, when am I going to meet your wife?

Probably never.

After I came back from Abydos

the first time, she'd already left.

-I'm sorry.

-Yeah. So was l.

I think in her heart she forgave me

for what happened to our kid.

She just couldn't forget.

And what about you?

I'm the opposite. I'll never forgive myself.

But sometimes, I can forget.

People, what is spoken of in this room

is classified as SCI, top secret.

Colonel, what do we know about

these hostiles we didn't yesterday?

Not a hell of a lot, General.

The Abydon boys who survived the attack

on base camp thought it was Ra.

I thought he was dead.

Gentlemen, which is it?

He's dead. He's definitely dead.

I mean, the bomb...

I mean, he's gotta be dead, right?

-Then who's coming through the stargate?

-JACKSON:
Gods.

-What?

-Not as in "God" god.

Ra played a god, the sun god.

He borrowed the religion and culture

of the ancient Egyptians

he brought through the gate,

and then he used it to enslave them.

You see, he wanted the people of Abydos

to believe that he was the only one.

You're saying

Ra's not the last of his race, after all?

-Maybe he's got a brother, Ray.

-That's what we need.

Wait a minute.

The legend goes, Ra's race was dying.

He survived by taking over the body

of his human host, an Egyptian boy.

But who's to say more of his kind

couldn't do the same thing?

I mean, this could have happened

at any time, anywhere there's a gate.

I mean, this could be happening right now.

Colonel, you've had the most experience

in fighting this hostile.

Assuming you have to defend yourself

in the field, are you up to it?

-We beat 'em once.

-I'll take that as a maybe.

Captain Carter, you're confident

that the stargate will take us

where we want to go

with this new information?

Well, the computer's feeding

the revised coordinates

into the targeting computer right now.

It'll take time to calculate,

but it should spit out

two or three destinations a month.

Let's not fool ourselves here, people.

This thing is both vast and dangerous,

and we are in so far over our heads

we can barely see daylight.

These hostiles we are up against possess

technology so far superior to our own,

we don't have the faintest idea

how it works.

We would all be much better off

if the stargate had been left in the ground.

With respect, sir, we can't bury

our heads in the sand.

I mean, think of how much we could learn.

Think of what we could bring back.

What you could bring back is precisely

what I'm afraid of, Captain.

However, the President of the

United States happens to agree with you.

In the event your theories pan out, he

has ordered the formation of nine teams,

whose duties will be to perform

reconnaissance, determine threats,

and if possible, to make peaceful contact

with the peoples of these worlds.

Now, these teams will operate

on a covert, top-secret basis.

No one will know of their existence,

except the President and the joint chiefs.

-Colonel O'Neill.

-Sir?

Your team will be designated SG-1.

The team will consist of yourself,

Captain Carter...

And me?

Dr. Jackson, we need you

to work as a consultant

with the other SG teams from here.

Your expertise in ancient cultures

and languages are far too valuable...

I really have to be on their team.

My wife is out there, General. I need to go.

I'll take that under consideration.

Major Kawalsky, you will head SG-2.

I will?

Colonel O'Neill keeps telling me

it's about time you had a command.

I had a moment of weakness.

Ferretti is conscious, sir.

Dismissed.

I'll take over. Thanks.

-Ferretti.

-Hey.

Listen, Ferretti.

I know you're probably not feeling so hot,

but we need something from you.

CARTER:
Looks like

he's way ahead of you, Colonel.

You saw all seven symbols?

This is where they went? You sure?

SAMUELS:
Colonel, I'd like to remind you,

in the event that you fail to notify

base camp within 24 hours,

SG-2 will scrub the mission,

and return without you.

Understood!

Not gonna happen, Colonel.

SG-2 won't leave without you.

All right, let's confirm transmitter codes.

Remember, only the right code

will open the iris,

and if you lose the transmitter,

you cannot get home.

Understood, sir.

MAN ON PA:
Chevron seven unlocked.

Let's move out.

Kind of wish I was going with you.

Yeah?

I'm kind of glad you're staying behind.

Damn.

Dammit, it's cold!

Okay, people, let's get the gear out!

Let's move!

JACKSON:
Does anybody have a Kleenex?

Come.

No! No!

No!

(LAUGHING)

This one has spirit.

(MOANS)

Does she please you, my love?

(CREATURE SQUEALING)

(SCREAMING)

JACKSON:
It must be some sort

of ceremonial place.

The gate is, has to be, an integral

part of their spiritual culture.

See, this place was built for worshippers.

Well, let's just try to be on our way

before the worshippees show up, huh?

You figure out yet how to align

this gate to get back home?

Yeah.

The device is the same as on Abydos.

-This symbol represents...

-Brief Kawalsky's team yet?

-Yes. This symbol represents...

-Good job.

We'll have to set up camp where

there's better cover, Colonel.

Sirs, I found what looks like a trail

down the mountain.

Looks like it's seen traffic

in the last couple of days.

Thank you, Airman. Carter?

I set up a line of Claymores along

that ridge at 10 meter intervals.

That sound about right, Kawalsky?

Yeah. That'll work.

This looks like a good spot right up here!

-All right. If we're not back in 20 hours...

-We'll come rescue your sorry asses.

Negative.

You'll go back through the gate

with the combination Daniel just gave you,

-as you were ordered.

-Yes, sir.

If we don't make it back,

it's 'cause we got our butts kicked,

-and that means you're out of here.

-Yes, sir.

-Hold down the fort.

-Pick me up a T-shirt.

CARTER:
So, Dr. Jackson,

tell me more about Sha're.

-How did you meet?

-Sha're? Well, she's...

ONEILL:
She was a gift.

She was, actually, from the elders

of Abydos the first night we were there.

-CARTER:
And you accepted?

-Hold up!

What?

-See any weapons?

-No, sir.

They're worshippers.

All right, Captain,

take a position 50 yards...

For crying out loud.

The man has not changed.

Hi.

We just came through the stargate...

The chaapa 'ai?

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

No, please don't do that.

-Friends of yours?

-No.

Unless we want to get ourselves

a really bad reputation,

I just think we should avoid shooting

the first people we meet on a new planet.

Please, you don't have to do this.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

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