"How do you explain this new base?" The British representative asked. "It uses too many resources! And the ship facility above it?"

"The planet we built it on had sufficient resources for the construction for both." Woolsey calmly replied. "We only need food supplies for the base. Three more of these bases are being built in the other quadrants of the galaxy under the wraith's noses."

"And you expect us to help with this? Norfolk may 'feed the country' but it cannot feed planets!" He joked. "Can we not use local populace to support us?"

"No that would be too hazardous." The French representative said. "If they were to get the technology we possess-"

"They would be able to defend themselves." The British ambassador interrupted. "We have managed fine with the asgard technology we have received."

"We were only lucky enough that we had guidance with our advances." Woolsey said. "Other races would surely destroy themselves."

The president stood up from his desk in the screen showing his office. Everyone went silent.

"We shall help other human colonies that are under supreme threat by the wraith." He said. "When the wraith have been dealt with, we shall slowly advance any other races we come across. We can easily ask for a constant line of supplies in exchange for technology. A safe energy system would be best for colonies at the industrial age."

"But Mr. President!" Woolsey exclaimed. "We cannot give them technology! It goes against every warning the Asgard gave us!"

"We are fighting a foe which defeated the Ancients!" The president said, his voice boomed over the speakers. "I believe it is in everyone's best interest that we defeat them before their numbers exceed us ten to one!"

"Yes Mr. President." Woolsey said, exhaling. "We shall start as soon as we can."

"Good." The screen went blank.

"So, it is agreed." The British representative said. "We shall share our technology with other human colonies."

"Yes, so it seems." Woolsey said. He walked out of the room and left the room. "This will end badly." He said to himself.

The genii representative looked out over the base from the central tower. He gazed at all of the weapons and emplacements.

"This fortress," He breathed slowly, "is amazing! You have been holding out on us!" His voice turned to anger as if he were trained to change it at will. "Why have we not been given this technology?"

"Because we do not trust you yet." Woolsey said. "We have had bad relations in the past."

"Then why did you bring me here? I trusted you to keep me safe, and you may just stab me in the back at ay moment!"

"We have no intention of killing you." Woolsey replied calmingly. "In our last meeting, we lost ten men, you lost twenty."

"Yes, that is not how our plan was supposed to go."

"Why were you even planning against us? We were planning to help you get into space to help us fight the wraith in the front line."

"You already have our soldiers, our resources, our workers and our moral. What do you want this time?"

"We have been given authority to give you technology to defend yourselves, keep your people alive and most importantly, help us destroy the wraith."

The representative looked at Woolsey with amazement. "You mean, you will let us use all the technology I can see here."

"Not all, but most." Woolsey put a hand on the genii's shoulder. "Do you trust us now?"

"Of course, this will be fruitful relationship," He paused, "friend."

"Now, let us talk business."

"The genii will back us in this war, supplies are coming in and we have taken three more planets." Woolsey said. "But still, I do not agree with sharing technology."

"We have to share technology." John looked at the 305 docked in the repair bay. "That is how we made that ship."

"Yes, but we cannot give it unless it is watched over at all times." Woolsey looked at the cruiser. "How many do we have now?"

"Seven, they are patrolling our controlled systems. But we need more. Two attacks in the last week. These were large attacks, ten hives and their escorts of four cruisers each."

"I think we understand how the ancients lost. This war must end soon."

The door burst open and a technician jumped in. "Ten hives and escorts of four cruisers and another ten small ships each incoming!"

"Here?" John and Woolsey cried mutually.

"Get the fleet back here now." Woolsey ordered.

"No!" John said as he ran to the control room. "That's what the ancients did. Bring the ships we need to win."

"Yes sir."

"You are cutting it too close."

"The orbital defences and ship combined should hold them off." John said. "The travellers could lend help as well."

"They are too busy rebuilding their home." Woolsey said. "What we need." He paused. "Are more ships."

"The Jaffa?" O'Neil said with surprise. "Their ships would fall over against a hive."

"We need them to help build our ships." Woolsey said. "In return we will help them rebuild their civilisation."

"It's a good plan, but Teal'c wouldn't like it." O'Neil looked away from the screen to the side. He said something while pressing the mute-mike button then turned back. "I'll pass it on though. Daniel, I know so shut up!" He walked off and the screen went blank.