Brandt looked over the door frame, trying the pad a few more times, before pulling out a small pen light and shining it in the recesses of the slot on the panel, peering inside. It really hadn't been worth the effort. Briefly he considered taking the liquid Naquadah power core from the staff their Tok'ra companion was carrying and using that,b ut for all he knew he'd fry whatever circuits remained. He could bypass electronics, make circuits, listening devices and fix a lot of electronic things, but this was an alien device, and who knew anything that he knew would apply. It was possible that more harm than good could come from that.

Giving a sigh, he tossed his hands and gave up. "Honestly sir, I'm no Doctor Jackson. I know Latin front and back, I'm pretty good with Ancient. Ancient Egyptian and Goa'uld I am good with. Nordic languages.. Asgardian, but this isn't the same. I would really have to have a reference point to start from. There are just too many variables in the symbols possible meanings. And that's if you only look at it from an English perspective. English is one of the most complex and hardest languages on Earth, and the Asgard find it simple... quaint, even. So this..." he trailed off, waving at the mess in front of them. "I hate to say it, but we're gonna have to blow it. Or if you think the Tempest's scanners can hold focus tight enough... beam us past it. If the captain is in a real hurry, they could just beam us as close as they can get tot he source of the beacon." Feeling useless he shook his head and let his hands drop a little bit. "Those are my recommendations, Sir," he said.

Glancing over at Ariadne he gestured toward her. "Your staff could make a good dent in it, I think. I see no Thor's Hammer. Who knows? This ship could very well pre-date the war with the Gou'ald."