The question of what was to be done about the time device turned into a tangled mess. On one side were the people who were very nervous about the existence of a device that could be used to wreak all kinds of havoc on the present timeline and were in favor of destroying it. On the complete opposite side were those who thought that using it to do a bit of "time tweaking" should be perfectly fine if it put Earth – certain countries in particular – in a more secure position. In between were the people who didn't want it used except in extreme cases, like, for instance saving the planet from destruction. Within that last camp, opinions about where the device should be kept varied.
And then there was Area 51 and the countless other scientists who were clamoring to get their hands on the device, which made Daniel and the rest of SG-1 very nervous. The thought of people fiddling around with a device that could send anyone anywhere in time was not conducive to one's peace of mind.
"I should have kept my mouth shut," Daniel sighed as he sat in the commissary eating breakfast with his teammates two days later.
"Not to make you feel even worse than you already do, Daniel, but I'm tending to agree," Jack responded.
"Does anybody know what the president's viewpoint is?" Sam asked.
"Hammond says that he's carefully listening to all sides of the argument," Daniel replied.
"Which means he hasn't made up his mind," Jack said.
"So, how's your full report coming along?" Sam asked.
"It's almost finished. I had a hard time deciding what to put in it and what to keep out. Obviously, the ordinary, day to day stuff doesn't need to be included, but I didn't know about stuff like when that thief tried to mug me and—"
"You got mugged?" Jack interrupted.
"Well, in a manner of speaking. He held a knife to my throat and demanded that I give him my money. I didn't have my money with me, so things got a little . . . tense for a while."
"Tense," Jack repeated.
Daniel shrugged. "I walked away with a cut on my neck. No big deal."
"I didn't know that slaves were given money," Sam said.
"They're not, not normally. That's a . . . that's a whole other story."
"I bet," Jack said blandly. "I am beginning to suspect that those six months were busy with a whole lot more than just you talking to Egeria."
"Um . . . a few other things happened. Anyway, I should get the report finished by noon. I'll email all you guys a copy."
Sam couldn't wait to read it. She suspected that it was going to be a real page-turner.
Daniel did manage to get the report finished before twelve and emailed it to Hammond and his teammates, also giving the general a printed copy.
It was around two hours later that Jack came in, and the look on his face made it clear that he was not happy.
"Care to tell me why you chose not to share certain details with me about your time back in time before I had to read them in your report?"
"You read my report?" Daniel asked in surprise.
"Of course I read your report! I skimmed through it to the important parts, but. . . ." He pointed a finger at the archeologist. "Don't you try to distract me. You're going to tell me why you failed to inform us earlier that you died! Not just that you died but that you were stabbed to death by some jealousy-crazed slave! Military commanders sort of like to know about little things like a man under their command getting brutally murdered!"
"Egeria revived me with the sarcophagus, so it's not like it was permanent. And it's not like I haven't died before. This was just one more to add—"
Daniel was interrupted by Sam hurrying in, a printout of the report clutched in her hand.
"You were killed?!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell us?!"
"The same question I was just asking," Jack told her.
Startled, Sam stared at her C.O. "Oh. Sorry, sir. I didn't notice you." She turned back to Daniel. "I can't believe you didn't tell us this before."
"It didn't have anything to do with Egeria becoming a Tok'ra, so there was no reason to mention it in the meeting," Daniel explained. "And when we were all talking later, I really didn't feel like saying, 'Oh, by the way, I was murdered while I was there.'"
"And almost murdered earlier on," Jack added, "not to mention taking out a guy who also happened to be a crazed killer and coming close to being sentenced to death for it. So, were there any life-altering events that you didn't include in your report?"
Daniel's gaze instantly dropped to the desk, his body tensing ever so slightly. Jack spotted it right away.
"Okay, cough it up."
"There's nothing I left out that you need to know."
Jack's tone hardened. "Daniel—"
The archeologist head came up. "No."
No. It was a simple word, a single syllable, but Daniel's "no" said so much more. It was "No, not a chance in hell." or "No, not even if hell freezes over." or, most likely, "No, and leave me the hell alone." "Hell" was definitely in there somewhere.
Jack's instincts were telling him that something really big happened to his friend, something that had affected the man deeply. Whatever that thing was, Daniel was determined to hide it from them.
Looking at Daniel, Sam was now certain that she was right about him being the one who provided the DNA for the Tok'ra larvae. But the way he was acting made her suspect that there was a really big story around his . . . donation. Would Daniel have willingly had sex with Egeria when he was still so much in love with Sha're, even if it was to help her create the Tok'ra? The alternative was unthinkable, and it couldn't be true. If Egeria had used her pheromone drug on him, there was no way that he'd feel the respect for her that he obviously did.
The tense moment was ended by a call requesting Daniel's presence in General Hammond's office. He wasted no time heading down there, grateful for the propitious timing of the call. He suspected that, sooner or later, Jack would bug him again about what he left out of his report, but, for now, he was pretty sure the man got the message that he didn't want to talk about it.
Actually, Jack wasn't the one he was concerned about. The way Sam was looking at him made him wonder if she'd guessed at least part of what he was hiding. She knew that Egeria had been in love with him. Could she have put some more of the pieces together?
It turned out that Hammond had asked for him in order to express his own concerns over what happened to Daniel while he was back in time. He was worried that Daniel might still have some lingering psychological issues resulting from being brutally murdered, and he suggested that the archeologist get some counseling from the psychologist who treated personnel who'd gone through traumatic experiences while on duty.
The last thing Daniel wanted to do, however, was to bring all that stuff back to the fore and talk about it. The fear and agony of his murder was one of those things he'd shoved away into that little corner of his mind that he reserved for stuff like watching his parents die before his eyes, the incident with Ma'chello's Goa'uld-killing slugs, and his slow death by radiation sickness, things that he could never forget but that he tried very hard not to think about and to divorce from his emotions.
"Sir, I do appreciate your concern, but it's been three years," he said, "although, having almost no memory of one of those years, it's more like two for me. Regardless, I've managed to put it in the past and do my job without any problems. I really see no point in talking to someone about it after all this time. It happened, I handled it, and I moved on. Reliving it all so that some psychiatrist can dig into my psyche is not going to help. Actually, it'll make it worse since it's just going to bring it all back into my head."
The general was silent for a long moment. He could understand Daniel's resistance to talking about the incident after all this time. Hammond knew that if it had happened to him, he'd want to do his best to forget about it. Yet, at the same time, he had to wonder about what kind of psychological scars would be left behind by such a thing. But maybe Daniel was right. Perhaps picking the scab off this old wound would not be in his best interest.
"All right, Doctor Jackson. I won't press you about talking with someone. But if there ever comes a time when some situation results in this becoming a problem, then you need to tell someone."
In other words, if he ever had another guy come at him with a knife, and it caused him to start reliving his murder, he was to get himself to the base psychologist immediately.
"Yes, sir. And thank you for not insisting that I talk to someone."
When Daniel got back to his office a while later, he was happy to see that it was empty. He really wasn't in the mood for any more questions or discussions about what happened to him while he was back in time. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the concern his teammates and Hammond had for him, it was just that he really didn't want it all unearthed. The murder was fodder for only a few nightmares, and that was a very long time ago. He really hadn't thought about it much in a long time, all the other frightening, disastrous, traumatic, and painful things that had happened since then pushing it further into the recesses of his mind. The problem was that everyone else was learning about it for the first time, so, in their minds, it's like it just happened.
Daniel decided to go home that night, seeing no point in staying at the base, waiting for a call that could still be days away. He hadn't been home very long when there was a knock on his door. He found all three of his teammates on the other side, Teal'c with a pizza in his hands and Jack with a six-pack of beer.
"We decided that today would be an excellent day for an impromptu team get-together," the colonel announced.
Daniel stared at all of them. "It is only if you agree not to pester me about any of the things that happened to me while I was back in time."
"We won't," Sam assured him. "We promise." She glanced at her C.O. "Isn't that right, sir?"
Jack hesitated before replying. "Yeah, okay, so we won't bother you about it."
Daniel stood aside and opened the door wider for them to enter.
The promise was kept regarding the murder and the attempted murder, but Jack and Sam were both just too curious about Daniel's adventures to keep from asking questions.
"I can only imagine the reaction people had when you performed CPR on that little girl," Sam said.
"Yeah, they didn't understand that what I did was just a simple medical procedure. They thought I used some kind of magical power. Fortunately, Egeria was fine about it. If I hadn't been worried about the possible impact to the planet's history, I would have asked for permission to teach CPR to the doctors."
Sam nodded. "I'm really glad you kept that in mind. Even though introducing something like CPR wouldn't seem like a big deal, it could lead to major historical changes if people who otherwise died were saved and went on to have children."
Daniel had to wonder what she'd say about the chocolate. That was one of the things he'd kept out of the report, unwilling to suffer through the teasing he'd get from Jack and possibly Sam, too.
"I am intrigued that Egeria established laws and rules of conduct for her human subjects," Teal'c said. "The Goa'uld have no interest in doing such things. They demand only one thing from the humans in their territories: unquestioning worship and obedience."
Daniel nodded. "She really did govern more like a queen than a god."
He told them what he'd learned from Selmak, that, sometime after he left, Egeria started encouraging people to show their veneration and fealty for her by their lawful conduct, compassionate acts toward others, and proving themselves to be worthy of her regard rather than by giving her offerings in her temple. It eventually sank in, and the temple got progressively fewer visitors over the years, which was what she'd been hoping would happen.
"But she always had to be careful so as not to alert the other Goa'uld that something funny was going on," he said, "that is until she decided to go to Earth and stop humans from being taken from there."
"Why did she decide to do that?" Sam asked. "If, up until then, she'd managed to keep hidden what she'd been doing, why did she risk it all by doing something that was almost guaranteed to blow the lid off everything?"
"I asked Selmak about that. Going to Earth was one thing that I never even hinted that she do, so it was completely her own idea. He told me that the continual enslavement of humanity by the Goa'uld was something that bothered her for as far back as he could recall."
"And yet she had slaves of her own, including you," Jack remarked, "and let others on her planet keep slaves."
Daniel turned to him. "Actually, Jack, sometime after I left, before the first Tok'ra were even put in hosts, she freed all her slaves and began paying them for their work. The slaves owned by freemen were a tricker situation since, if she'd suddenly demanded that they all be set free, it would have caused a whole lot of trouble. Look at the problems caused by Abraham Lincoln freeing the slaves. With the slaves owned by others, what she did had to be more gradual. She started setting more laws and rules regarding their rights and treatment, giving them progressively more freedom until she was able to abolish slavery completely. Because of her long life span, she had the time to do things like that as opposed to a human ruler, who has to move a lot faster."
"Yes, and, talking about that life span, did she ever ditch the sarcophagus? The Tok'ra don't use them."
"Yes, she did. I already knew before I went back in time that, at some point in her life, Egeria had stopped using the sarcophagus. I got more details from Selmak. That was another thing she decided not to do all at once. I mean, can you imagine the shock it would have been to the people if she suddenly started aging? Instead, she gradually reduced how much she used it so that her aging would be slow enough that people wouldn't notice. She stopped using it completely once all the human inhabitants had been moved off the planet. Selmak said that she was always impressing upon the Tok'ra that the sarcophagus would destroy the good in anyone who used it for more than a way to heal serious injuries and illnesses. They took her words to heart."
"What I don't understand is why she never told the Tok'ra about you," Sam said. "I mean, you're the person who changed her entire point of view and convinced her to create the Tok'ra. I'd have thought that she'd have wanted them to know about you."
"There were things she did tell some of them, enough that Selmak knew that there was someone who had been a big influence on her, but she never said my name. She probably didn't because she figured it would be the best way to protect me."
Sam frowned. "Why would she think that she needed to protect you?"
All of a sudden, Daniel realized he shouldn't have said that. One of the things he'd kept out of his report was exactly how it was that he convinced Egeria to spawn more than a few Tok'ra. He'd known that, if he revealed the truth, Jack would go ballistic, and he really hadn't wanted to deal with it.
Jack saw the look that flitted across Daniel's face. "Daniel? What did you do? And you're not getting away with not telling us this time. That ain't gonna fly."
Realizing that he had no choice but to tell them, Daniel replied, "I, uh . . . sort of told Egeria about our fight against the Goa'uld. I really just said that I was part of a group that was working on efforts to bring them down. I never told her the group was on Earth or any other details."
Jack was silent for quite a while, long enough that Daniel was getting ready for an explosion of volcanic proportions, sort of like the pressure building up in the magma chamber before the big boom.
The eruption started softly, Jack's quiet voice radiating his extreme displeasure, but then ended with a quite forceful exclamation.
"Daniel, would you like to explain to me where in that brain of yours you decided that telling a Goa'uld about your involvement with a plot against the Goa'uld was a good idea?!"
Daniel wondered if a few windows may have just broken in the neighborhood. Using the same tone of voice he used to calm angry Unas, he said, "It was the only way I could convince her to spawn more than just a handful of larvae, Jack. I was telling her that her children could be used as a force against the Goa'uld, but she was unwilling to start what would amount to a war against her species because of the risk it would pose to her domain. She asked if it was my world, would I be willing to risk it. And so I . . . so I told her that my world was putting itself at risk." He went on to recount almost the entire conversation as well as he could recall it.
Still clearly ticked off, Jack was all set to say something more, but he was stopped by Teal'c.
"I agree with your decision, Daniel Jackson," the Jaffa stated. "You gave Egeria an example she should emulate, shaming her into thinking first about the good of the galaxy and second about her own domain, yet you did so without revealing information that, if it fell into the hands of the Goa'uld, would lead them to discovering Earth's future role in the battle against them. Since she did not know the name of your homeworld, nor even its general location, they would not know where to look for the humans seeking their downfall."
"I agree," said Sam. "She needed a kick in the pants, and you gave it to her."
Jack silently grumbled for a few seconds, but said nothing aloud, seeing that he'd been outvoted on the wisdom of Daniel's actions.
"Anyway, I told Egeria that she couldn't tell anyone about it, not even her children," Daniel explained. "She probably decided that the best way to assure that no one ever found out about me and what I was doing would be to never even speak my name. I mean, if you think about it, that was a wise thing to do. After all, the Goa'uld wouldn't have fond feelings for a human who was going around encouraging members of their species to reject the ways of their kind and rebel."
"Indeed they would not," Teal'c agreed.
Daniel's teammates left a short while later. The archeologist remained where he was, his eyes drifting over to a certain vase sitting on a shelf. When he began recovering his memories and regained the ones of his months back in time, he'd recalled the vase Egeria gave to him and had worried that it was among the things his team got rid of when they were going through his personal belongings. Fortunately, because it was found off-world, they'd put it in the base archives. He had retrieved it and brought it back home. Another thing he'd gotten back was the statue Egeria had made of him. That had not been in the archives, thank goodness. It had been in Sam's possession. When they were clearing out his apartment and Sam found it in his closet, she decided to take it home, knowing that he'd have felt a lot more comfortable with her having it than Jack.
Daniel got his wallet and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Printed on it was a still shot from the videos he'd taken while on Estrania. It was from the first ones he took, when Egeria asked him to demonstrate how the camera worked. While filming the sitting room, he taped a few seconds of Egeria herself. When the camera was turned in her direction and Daniel said into the microphone, "And this is Queen Egeria, who is the boss of this whole planet," she had smiled. The printout was of that moment.
As Daniel stared at the photo, a little ache grew in his chest. Ever since he recovered the memory of talking with Egeria while ascended, he'd been thinking a lot about her. In fact, he couldn't seem to stop himself from doing so. He thought about the moments of friendship they shared, the long conversations, the way her eyes lit with wonder and delight when she tasted the chocolates he made for her. And he'd thought about the night they made love. The pain of what happened that night had disappeared long ago, enabling him to remember it without it bothering him. In fact, instead of it bothering him, he'd found himself wondering how it would have been if their lovemaking had been as a result of mutual desire instead of the accidental release of Egeria's Nish'ta'el. Would it have been equally as powerful and passionate? It would certainly not have been as out of control. There had been absolutely no thoughts at all going through his brain during their wild, nearly crazed mating. No, if he'd been in his right mind, he'd have made love to her more slowly, touching and kissing her lovingly, as he used to do with his wife.
Daniel pulled back quickly from that thought. Why was he thinking about this? It was ridiculous. He had never loved Egeria, not like that, not like Sha're.
Folding up the picture, he put it in his desk drawer, then went into the kitchen for some water. Yet, even as he poured the water, he found his mind drifting back again to Egeria. He wondered what she'd think of Earth as it was today. He thought about the look that would be on her face if he took her to Rome, and she saw what it looked like now, with its surviving remnants of the ancient realm within which she'd once lived. He wondered what she'd say about some of the adventures he'd had, the things he'd seen.
As he stood there in the kitchen, staring down at the glass in his hands, Daniel realized to his surprise that he missed her. How could he miss her now, after all this time? Yes, for a long time after returning to the present, he had missed her, but that feeling eventually faded to just moments now and then when he wondered what she'd say about this or think about that. So why was it that, now, it had grown so strong again? Was it because of that new memory of talking to her, holding her, hearing her say that she had never stopped loving him?
Daniel poured out the water and set down the glass with a little more force than necessary. Why was he doing this to himself? Egeria was dead. There would be no trip to Rome, no telling her tales of his adventures across the galaxy, no gentle voice saying, "My Daniel." He needed to put all these feelings back where they were before, buried in that place deep inside his heart that he reserved for all the friends he'd lost over the years.
Leaving the kitchen, Daniel headed for the bedroom, hoping that they'd have an answer on the time device tomorrow. The sooner this whole thing was over with and in the past, the sooner he could get back to focusing on other things.
The next afternoon, Daniel got his wish. They learned from the general that a decision had been made. The main section of the time device was to be brought through the gate and given to Area 51 for study. The other part was to remain off-world, for the time being, the president having agreed that it would be too dangerous to have both parts on Earth. Daniel was instructed, however, to reveal where it was so that if something was to happen to him, they would not have to turn to Jacob for the information. It had been reasoned that the former rogue members of the NID would have no way to retrieve the piece since their access to the gate has been cut off.
Not really happy about having to reveal where the removed piece was, but knowing that this was way better than what could have been decided, Daniel agreed but said that the device should be moved someplace else instead, someplace where innocent people weren't going to get hurt if the Goa'uld or someone else with a lack of morality was to attempt to retrieve it. Hammond agreed that would be wise.
"So, who has it?" Jack asked Daniel.
"Tuplo's people. I knew they'd take good care of it."
"I'm thinking that the Alpha Site would be a good location for it," Sam said. "It would then be easy to retrieve, but still be out of reach from anyone without gate access."
The general thought that was a good idea. "I have scheduled you, SG-3 and a work crew to retrieve the main device tomorrow," he said.
"What about the Tok'ra?" Daniel asked. "We are supposed to be telling them about things like retrieving advanced technology, but the reason why Jacob and I agreed they shouldn't know still applies. There's still the risk of a spy in their midst passing the information on to the Goa'uld."
"The Tok'ra are a touchy subject. Our treaty does state that we must tell them about any advanced technology we find that could potentially be used in the fight against the Goa'uld."
Daniel frowned. "Then wouldn't that mean that we don't have to tell them? We're not planning on using it against the Goa'uld."
"The Tok'ra would likely not look at it that way, not for something as dangerous as this device. But, as you said, we would then be running the risk that a spy planted within their midst would tell the Goa'uld."
"Well, if nothing else, we need to tell Jacob. He was the one who helped me disable it."
"But that would put Dad in a tough spot," Sam said. "It's one thing for him to keep the secret about that thing, but it's another to keep it secret that we have it in our possession."
"At this point, the president has not given permission to tell any of the Tok'ra about the device or our plans," Hammond said. "Once we have the main device here and the other part moved to the Alpha Site, then we can turn our attention to the issue of the Tok'ra."
First thing the next morning, SG-1 and the others gated to Estrania.
Colonel Reynolds looked about. "So, this is the place you lived for six months?" he asked Daniel.
"Yep, though it was in quite a bit better shape back then."
They wasted no time in getting to the Furling ruins, though being there in Egeria's city was bringing back a lot of memories for Daniel. He pointed to a few things here and there and told Sam about them.
"So, what's the story behind that blue-flowered vine we found?" she asked. "I know there's a story behind it."
Daniel glanced at Jack where he was walking ahead of them a few paces. "Um, yeah. I'll tell you about that another time."
Sam smiled slightly. "Okay. To be honest, I would absolutely love to take a cutting and plant it at my house, but I think that having an alien flower growing there wouldn't be such a good idea."
"Well, I think that there was some talk of bringing back samples of flora beyond what we're already doing for medicinal study. Maybe we could talk Hammond into letting us bring back some of it just to see if it would grow on Earth."
Sam started to grin. "We'd have to give it a name, then. They often name flowers after the person who discovered or bred them."
"Ah, like Caeruleus Egerialis? Caeruleus is Latin for blue."
"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of Caeruleus Danielis."
Daniel looked at her and saw the mirth twinkling in her eyes.
"The common name could be Daniel's Vine," she said.
The archeologist gave her a playful shove. "Not on your life."
When they got to the Furling ruins, Daniel was relieved to see that they were still standing. He knew that, if they'd collapsed, a lot of people back on Earth would have been very displeased with him that he hadn't told them about the device when it could still have been retrieved.
Recruiting Teal'c to help, Daniel aligned the little mark on the center disk to the notch that corresponded to two o'clock, then he and the Jaffa turned the decorative ring on the outer edge of the dome in a full circle. Everyone watched, fascinated, as the device opened.
The second it was fully opened, Sam was hurrying forward to gaze at the innards.
"Wow. I can't even begin to guess how this works."
Daniel smiled. "I think that's exactly what Jacob said about him and Selmak."
The astrophysicist began running her scanner over it. "I'm not finding a power source. I wonder if. . . ." She ran her scanner over the floor around the pedestal. "That's what I was afraid of. It's under the floor. There's no telling how big it is. It may be too big to get through the gate."
As Daniel watched Sam, he began to frown. They were overlooking something, something obvious. Now, if he could just figure out. . . .
Everyone looked at him.
"Uh oh?" Jack repeated. "Daniel, I don't like it when you say, 'Uh oh.' It makes me all nervous and twitchy."
"We're not going to be able to take this back to Earth, regardless of how big the power source is."
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Because it won't work anywhere else. Well, it probably will work, if, when we use it, we don't want to go back in time any further than the date we brought it to Earth."
Sam's eyes widened as the same realization struck her. "Of course! I should have seen it before."
Jack stared at the two scientists. "Seen what before?"
Sam turned to him. "This device will send a person back in time, but it doesn't go with them. It stays here in the present. To get back to the present, you need one there in the past with you. Otherwise, you'd be stranded."
"So the person would need a portable version to take with them?"
"Even if we could make one, which I seriously doubt, I think what's actually happening is that the device connects via some kind of tunnel through time to itself, like what happened when the gate sent us back to 1969. We were slingshotted around the sun and came out of the same Stargate, but in a different time, except that we didn't actually come out of the gate in 1969 since, if we did, we'd have wound up in that ware. . . ."
"Carter, your babbling."
"Oh. Sorry, sir. What I'm saying is that, in order for the device to work, it has to be at both ends of the tunnel, which means that you cannot go back any further in time than the device has been in that location. If we took this thing back to Earth and set it up in Area 51 tomorrow, we would never be able to go back in time any further than tomorrow. To go further back, we'd have to put the device back here."
"I think this might explain something," Daniel said. "I wondered why it was that the Furlings left it here instead of taking it with them. I had thought that it was because they left in a hurry, but maybe it was because, if they took it with them, it would be useless to them. For some reason, sometime in the past, they created this device and placed it here for future use, knowing that it would never take them any further back than the date it was put here."
"Why would they do that?" a member of SG-3 asked.
"I don't know. Maybe they had some reason to believe that they'd need to travel back to that time. The point is that, if we take it to Earth, it can't possibly be used to go back in time to an earlier date, which, I suppose, is a good thing, in a way. If someone got their hands on it, they couldn't use it to go back and steal the Stargate after it was dug up in Giza."
Reynolds spoke up. "Are you sure this . . . this time tunnel wouldn't just bring the traveler here if you went further back in time?"
Sam shook her head. "I doubt this device would have that ability."
"Hey, wasn't there an old TV series called Time Tunnel?" Jack asked.
"Yes, one that completely ignored the laws of physics, not to mention playing it fast and loose with history. Old reruns of it were being shown several years ago, and I couldn't stop shaking my head while I watched it."
"Yeah, but admit it. You thought that one guy who was in it was really cute. James Darren, right?"
"Not to interrupt this important discussion," Daniel said, "but what do we do now?"
"We're going to have to go back and tell Hammond," Sam replied. "We also need to determine how big the power source is. A GPRS might work, ground-penetrating radar system. It's a device that is used to detect buried objects through the use of electromagnetic radiation in the microwave band of the radio spectrum. As long as the soil doesn't have high electrical conductivity, such as clay-laden soil, we should be able to see deep enough to at least get some idea of how big the power source is."
After closing the device back up, SG-1 the others began the long walk back to the gate, wondering what the fate of the device would now be.