In response to Quara:
Actually, I believe on the TV captioning, it's spelled "naquadah."
And regarding the uranium, all fixed. In case you're wondering why Jack still says the lightest is 235, here are my thoughts: Jack's a really military guy, with the exception of his astronomy and Simpsons thing, and the isotopes with well-known military applications are 235 and 238.
SCENE: Forest, outside a village
Teal'c: I cannot see any Jaffa at all.
Daniel: I don't think Anubis has occupied this village.
Jack: Why wouldn't he? It's less than a mile from his gate!
Teal'c: I begin to suspect that Anubis has not fully posessed this planet. Observe the curious absence of glider and Jaffa patrols.
Carter: Teal'c could be right. If Anubis stole the stepper technology from the Ancients, he could have just set up shop on the planet he found the it on, instead of bringing it back to his home world.
Jack: All right. We enter the village carefully. If the native population isn't under his thumb yet, that could be a big help.
Daniel: Surely you're not thinking of dragging them into this!
Jack: No. Let's move.
They enter.
Kid: Mommy, mommy, the bad people are back! [points to Teal'c]
Everybody in the streets rushes into houses. A man runs off towards the center of the village.
Jack: Guess that answer our question, doesn't it?
Teal'c: Indeed it does, Jack O'Neill.
Daniel: He's getting the leader. Keep walking, act casual. Jack, would you put the stupid gun down?
SG-1 continue walking, and are met by five people, one of them quite elderly and the other four looking like advisor/bodyguard types.
Jack: Hi, nice to meetcha. Have you seen a bunch of Jaffa, you know, tall, bald, kinda like Teal'c here, carrying big nasty staves? Or maybe Anubis? Big, tall, face like boiling tar?
Elder: You return.
Jack: Uh, no. We're not Jaffa.
Elder: You speak.
Jack: Yeah, yeah, I do.
Elder: Again you return.
Jack: Hey, we aren't Jaffa, we do not work for Anubis.
Elder: We will not give you the chaapa'ainen'gtuul.
Jack: Daniel? Teal'c?
Daniel: Um, something about a divine stargate.
Elder [more forcefully]: You have taken the algo el'kaeodda, is that not enough?!
Jack: Algu...is that the stepper?
Elder: We do not care what you call it, leave us!
Daniel: Sir, let me handle this. We didn't take your ... algo el'kaeodda. That was Anubis. We actually want to prevent Anubis from taking it.
Elder: Nine of nines cannot hold a moment of time.
Jack: Great, another deep philosophical type.
Daniel: Actually, we've been fairly sucessful against Anubis so far. If you'd just help us --
Elder: [eyes flash and glow like he gets hit with a pain stick, speaks in Goa'uld voice] GA'AN MEHNAT'IL GRE'S!
Jack: Snakehead!
Jack shoots, but the elder raises a hand and the bullets stop in midair. The other four raise their hands and SG-1 all keel over.
SCENE: Dim Room
SG-1 are all laid out on the floor, still with their weapons and clothing. Teal'c wakes, and gets up. He rouses the others.
Teal'c: We have been imprisoned.
Jack: He stopped the bullets!
Carter: If he could stop bullets, why not the staff blasts of the Jaffa?
Jack: In midair!
Daniel: He said we--the Jaffa--Anubis, I mean--took the algo el'kaeodda. That sounds fairly close to "anything the need," in a Latin dialect.
Jack: The stepper! Anything they need.
Teal'c: "Anything they need" would not hold true for the stepper Anubis is using. It can only convert certain elements to others.
Jack has lost interest in the conversation, and is using a flashlight on his P90 to check the walls.
Jack: Hey, there's a door! Jackson, get this open. Teal'c, hide somewhere, in case Mr. Bullet Catcher's got some goons out there.
Daniel: Actually, they've had a rough time with Jaffa, so shooting at them with a staff isn't the best idea.
He hurries over and starts looking the wall over with one of the dim torches. Jack flips his flashlight on for him.
Daniel: Thanks...this is writing, but not Latin. Looks kind of Greek, actually.
Jack: You know, I really don't plan on staying here until they find themselves some lions to feed us to, Jackson, do you?
Carter: Actually, that was the Romans. The Greeks were multiple city-states that all had their own methods of execution.
Daniel: Okay, I've got it. This here means "open," there's a patch of text I've never seen before, look kinda like bicycle wheels, really, then here it says "divine," or "holy." Another patch of bicycle wheels, and then this phrase here. "With divine might, foe we smite."
Carter: He's got more weapons?
Teal'c: This would seem to be an alien stockpile, Samantha Carter, but of another race. While the elder had the physical characteristics of a host, I did not sense a Goa'uld within him.
Jack: Daniel, how do we open the door?
Daniel: I don't know. Clearly these wheel sequences have some meaning, but I can't read them. And I don't think they are a visual representation of some sort of combination lock, because I can't find the dial.
Jack: Carter, break out the C-4. Let's smite these people with some of our own might.
Teal'c: Daniel Jackson, perhaps the sequences are themselves the dial.
He reaches over, and traces the rims of the wheels as directed by the arrows. The door starts to rumble. Everyone steps back. The door opens, and a cloud of dust obscures the view.
Voice: Intruder alert!
SCENE: Briefing Room
Hammond: Dr. Fraiser, you told me it was impossible to get the right elements into the right places through a stargate to form anything more complex than an atom.
Fraiser: It is! In order to form a simple molecule, you've got to get two stepper atoms to materialize through the stargate and survive the iris and still maintain their relative positions with less than a fraction of a nanometer of error. It is physically impossible.
Maybourne: Looks like Anubis has some better physics, then, doesn't it?
Techie: The stargate can get entire people through while maintaining this sort of cohesion, Doctor. There's no reason to think Anubis couldn't do the same. It's building the same car, just with materials that don't fully exist in our galaxy at any time. In fact, that might actually make it easier. Normal matter has to contend with the stresses of passing through several centimeters of atmosphere at near light speed while simultaneously decelerating from c to walking pace as it changes from energy to matter. This quantum stepper wouldn't have to, because it's already partially energy. It has a less stressful re-integration and takes less impact from the same collisions.
Fraiser: That doesn't matter. It's still trying to throw two balls through a Jacuzzi and expecting them to come out next to each other. Besides, just the energy of the stepping process blew a supposedly shatterproof lab can.
Hammond: If they weren't sent through the gate, how did these microbes appear, Dr. Fraiser?
Fraiser: I believe that they were sent through the gate as is, and somehow survived the iris. Although we've never actually tried it, something that full of naquadah might be able to survive the collision. So far, naquadah seems to be the most durable material we've seen. There's no telling what it can take.
Techie: Preposterous.
Hammond: Then your theory is ...?
Techie: The microbe is a mutation of an earth virus. I've taken the liberty of running some tests, and 79% of the DNA matches that of Escherichia coli, strain 101752.
Fraiser: 79%, sir, would be laughed out of court.
Techie: No court on earth has ever had to deal with a strain floating around near a stargate exposed to who-knows-what extraterrestrial influences for years.
Hammond: Strain 101752, isn't that --
Techie: The one that causes fatal infection at concentrations of ten cells to a liter? Yes, sir.
Fraiser: That makes it all the more unlikely, sir. If we had E. coli 101752 in our gate room, we'd have fatalities already.
Hammond: Can we risk using the Gate to warn our teams?
Fraiser: No, sir. I'd rather not use the Gate at all, if possible. This microbe grows exponentially with the gate active, and it's mitosis cycle is barely a minute. Even a brief period would quadruple the number of microbes we have to deal with.
Techie: I don't believe there are any SG teams due back for at least two days. Excepting SG-1, of course. I'd say the risk isn't worth it. The E. coli could wipe out the entire base.
Hammond: Dr. Fraiser, I want you and your staff to assume that it is indeed a mutation of E. coli and get a 100% sterilization procedure on my desk in...[checks watch] three hours. Work with Maybourne and his people. Dismissed.
SCENE: Gate Room
Hammond: Lieutenant Siler, we will be burying the Gate to prevent any incoming wormholes. Give me an estimate.
Siler: Um, a few tons of dirt should do it, sir. There's a quarry nearby that's not fussy with its topsoil, and we can pour a few cement rods to go through the center of the aperture itself to ensure that the stargate knows it's buried. I estimate an hour, less if we can put the rods in wet.
Hammond: Do it.
Siler: Um, sir? If anybody tries to dial in ...
Hammond: We'll have to take that risk, Lieutenant.
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