"We're cloaked," Jacob announced. "Approaching the fleet."

"Cross your fingers," Jack said.

"Scanning for their radio frequencies now," Sam said. "If they're not talking, they're going to be much harder to find."

"Can we send them a message?" Daniel asked. "On that frequency?"

Her eyes flicked over. "If we have to. If they're hiding, I'd rather not out them. I think we need a lower orbit, Dad."

"Moving in." His fingers deftly tapped at the controls.

"Daniel," Jack spoke up from the console behind them. "Can you pull me up a map of this planet's ring platforms?"

"You bet."

"Entering low orbit," Jacob said.

Sam worked the controls again, reinitializing the scan. "I'm not finding anything, sir."

"Give it a minute," he coached.

She did, impatient. Then, "There."

Her CO glanced up. "Got 'em?"

"Sending you their location, sir."

Sure enough, a map popped up on his screen with a single blinking blue dot – and a whole lot of red ones. "Jaffa?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

Daniel hit a few buttons, displaying circles in orange. "And the rings."

Jack studied the map for a long moment, making his plan before he asked, "Can I talk to them?"

"Uh, yes, sir." She input a few commands. "Go ahead."

He hated just talking into space. "SG-13, this is SG-1. Repeat: this is SG-1. Do you read?"

The sound of battle immediately filled the space. "Holy hell, it's good to hear your voice, Jack." It was Dixon – and he sounded okay.

"What's your status?"

"Wells busted his arm. Teal'c took a hit to the shoulder. We are mobile, but cut off from the Gate. Repeat: there is no path to the Gate."

Jack nodded. "That's okay. There is no Gate. Head two klicks southeast to a ring platform."

Silence filled the ship for a long moment before the radio reengaged. "What's Option C, Jack?"

He spun back to the map, eyes flickering over the troops and platforms again. He wanted more information – more details on the ground conditions – but there was no way to guarantee they weren't being overheard. "Four klicks west. The path is narrow."

"Understood. Gonna need a hand at the end."

"See you then." One hand slid across his throat to cut the signal.

"Still receiving, but not transmitting, sir," Carter told him.

"Pull up the map," he ordered, then crossed the space and pointed to a set of rings. "Jacob, can we see what's down there?"

"You bet." The ship glided into position beside a sheer cliff face, and Jacob spun to find a creek turned deep ravine headed east.

Carter glanced down at the map. "You think SG-13 is in there, sir?"

"I do. And they've got Jaffa on either side. It's gonna take 'em a minute. Where's the ring platform?"

"Not gonna work, Jack," Jacob said with a frown. "They're further west. Up top. They'll never get up the mountain."

"I'm not so sure about that, Dad. Look at the density here."

Jacob squinted at something, tapped the screen a few times, and squinted again. "A mine."

"You think it's in the mine?" Daniel asked.

The cloaked Tel'tak sank into the valley, just feet over the heads of the Jaffa soldiers below. And in the face of the rock was a giant hole. "Yeah," she said. "I do."

"It's cover," Jacob said.

"Except that there's no way to tell what's in there," his daughter said. "Workers, Jaffa... I have no idea. For all we know, it's collapsed, and the rings won't work at all."

Jack's nod was slow. "Well, they have to cross that valley. So we have to give them a hand. Look at me, about to jump into a war zone with an untrained civilian and a woman who wouldn't know combat if it bit her in the ass. Gear up."