Author's Notes: I haven't written in awhile I know, but here's an offering that hopefully you'll like. Thanks to Morjana and Marleen for technical help. If there's anyone out there who can help with mechanical ship stuff please drop me a line at nyssass@iprimus.com.au it'd be really helpful.

Title: X-313
Author: Nym Washi
Summary: Sometimes life throws challenges, it's how we react that counts
Season: Future-I've seen up to Space Race
Spoilers: Anything up to mid Season Seven
Rating: PG-So far
Pairings: Nothing other than show scripted canon
Archive: Please ask me first
Cultural Note: In Australia (where I live) we have these freakish storms that whip up in under an hour and cause lot's of damage, hail the size of golf balls and wind gusts strong enough to knock out power lines. In the wet season they appear very quickly and without warning, often with only minimal notice for those in their path.
Disclaimer: If I owned them the series would be different, just borrowing, I'll clean up when I'm done.


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Monday 19 January 2004 - 1330 hours

Sam called over to Colonel O'Neill. We're ready for the first test flight. Weather patterns have consistently cleared over the last hour and they should continue to. Jack O'Neill walked over to where his 2IC was standing in front of a computer display screen.

Are you sure on this Carter? Still looks pretty wet to me. The two officers were currently off world to test flight a new Earth/Goa'uld hybrid ship. The rain and wind had been gusting all day and they were sorely behind schedule.

Absolutely sir, besides with the amount of people, equipment and time this operation is taking up, coupled with Sg-1 mission schedule over the next few weeks it could be months before we can get all the necessary personnel and equipment together again. Not to mention that we might just end up having...

Ah, ah, ah! Okay Carter, I get it. Now or never. You'd better suit up. Sam nodded and turned to the technician seated beside her.

Have everyone prepared for an estimated initiation in approximately 30 minutes. The woman nodded and reached for the intercom. Sam nodded in approval and scurried away to quickly change. The Major could feel the adrenaline beginning to pump, she was thrilled that the ship she had largely been responsible for designing was finally a reality. And soon she'd be flying the prototype.


Monday 19 January 2004 - 1405 hours

Sam sat in the pilot's seat suited up and slipped the helmet on over her head. Typically when the new attack ship was put into production they wouldn't need the safety helmet but as it was still an experimental ship she had to take necessary safety protocols.

X-313 this is Flight Control, do your pre-flight requirements check?

Copy and affirmative. 313 is ready for launch. Permission to undertake test flight one.

Uhhh, Carter? Colonel O'Neill's voice came in over the comm.

Yes sir?

You named it 313? Is that wise?

It took 13 designs to get it right sir, that's where the name comes from. He could tell she was smiling on the other end of the comm.

Alright, permission to get underway. X-313 you have a go for launch. Sam flipped the switch to power up engines and felt aflutter in her stomach. This was her baby, the ship had been designed by her team and engines based around her naqudah generator with naquadria enhancements. The little fighter that could be operated by one would go into production if today's flight was a success. And they'd be one step closer to a comparable defence against the goa'uld. She pushed the controls forward and the little craft took off with a roar.

Control, this is X-313 all systems are go. Vessel is operating within projected specifications. I'm going to stretch it out a little.

Copy 313, we have you on tracking. Remain in radio contact. The little ship zipped happily through the air, smaller than the F-302 it had been specifically design to be smaller and piloted by one. The idea was to make a smaller less detectable craft that needed less human power to function.

Sam adjusted the controls and took the craft into a higher altitude, it was performing beautifully. Gliding smoothly through the air, she'd yet to try out the weapons but all she needed was a target. She began looking for one when a beeping interrupted her. It was a perimeter alarm, signalling a possible bogey. Carter checked the radar and came up with nothing that could be causing the alarm to sound.

Flight Control do you copy. She depressed the button waiting for their reply.

Control, go ahead 313. Came the slightly staticey reply.

Perimeter alarm has sounded, are you reading anything? Colonel O'Neill turned from watching the rain to look pointedly at the technician.

I thought the planet was uninhabited. The technician's fingers worked furiously.

It is....I don't know what could have tripped the sensors, there's nothing out..... Colonel O'Neill's gaze fell on the young woman again.

'There's nothing out...'what? What were you going to say? The tech looked up, startled.

That there's nothing there sir. But I think I was wrong. O'Neill's forehead creased.

What is out there with my Major. He asked slowly and pointedly. The woman tech shook her head.

I'm not sure, I need to clarify. Roche! Get over here! She hollered. A lanky looking man, older than the woman came jogging up.

What's up? He asked. The female technician pointed at the screen.

Is that what I think it is? She asked. The man studied the screen for a second before turning to Colonel O'Neill.

I wish she wasn't, but Lancaster's right. You need to recall Major Carter now sir.


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