Dara laid back on the bench seat in the back of the Puddle Jumper. Out of the corner of her eye, she watch one of scientists, Dr. Brendan Gall, dab himself as he makes his way back to the seat.

"Ease up on the controls, a little," John says from shot gun.

"I'm fine," Rodney just replies.

"Gonna snap the damn things off. Ease up."

"I'm just seeing what this baby can do."

Dr. Abrams just laughes. "Did you just say, this baby?"

"It's perfectly appropriate space pilot parlance."

John just looks over at Rodney. "Try and fly the baby in a straight line."

"I'm flying in a straight line."

John just thinks and the HUD comes up, it shows a back and forth path, over a straight line. "Not so much."

"Well, in space all motion is relative."

"Yes, but the shortest distance between two points is a straight line," Dara casually calls out from her spot.

John kind of glances back towards her, only seeing her feet. "I'm so glad she came." He then catches the site of Dr. Gall. "You okay, Dr. Gall?"

"I, ah, get motion sickness."

"This things have inertia dampners. You shouldn't feel a thing."

"Well, I, I know were moving and that's enough for me."

Dara continues to lay there, decided to go into her own little world, when she hears John and Rodney whispering to each other. She almost jumped up with John shouts out, "Don't let go of the controls!"

"Snapping doesn't help!" Rodney snaps back.

"This is why parents get someone else to teach their kids how to drive."

"I'm both insulted and touched by that."

"Oh my god!" Dr. Gall exclaims.

Dara rolls off the bench, stands up, and looks through the door to see the space station. "Wow."

As they all stare at the screen and watched the station get bigger, John says, "McKay."

"Yes, yes, of coarse, please." Soon him and John switches spots.

"Holding station at one thousand meters," states John.

"Almost half a mile away and it's filling the windsheild. This thing is enormous," also states Rodney.

Brendan stares out the window, then says, "It's as large as a Goa'uld Mothership. This might be the single largest weapons platform ever constructed."

"Probably the Ancients last line of defense, before Atlantis," says Rodney.

"Any chance that it's still operational, because that would be a very good thing," says John.

Dara watches as Dr. Gall and Dr. Abrams turn towards the computers behind them, now facing her. They begin to type, trying to get some data on it. "You getting any energy readings?" Dr. Abrams asks Dr. Gall.

"Negative," Brendan replies.

"So, it's dead." John says as he looks at the mass out in space, before them.

"Well, it warns closer scrutiny, but yeah," says Brendan, casually.

"Knocked out during the Ancients last stand?"

"Or power source is depleted," states Rodney. "Ten thousand years is a long time. We can still take a closer look."

"Basically, we're going to be here a while," Dara says as she continues to stare out the window.

"You make that sound like a bad thing," John says as he kind of glances back at her.

"Heck no! I find it interesting. New places to explore."

"You have to watch the egg heads."

"Wait," Dr. Abrams cuts in. "I'm getting something on the ultra-low frequency range." He turns around and hits a button. All of a sudden, a low chittering-whine noise plays.

"That sounds like a bug," says Dara.

"Where's it coming from?" John asks.

The HUD pulls up an image and Dr. Abrams looks at it. "The planet."

"It's a distress call," states Rodney. "A wraith, distress call."