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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Why? You'd better give me one hell of a reason Roche why I should recall an officer off a very important... O'Neill began.

With all due respect Sir! The perimeter warnings respond to many things, amoung them are energy discharges and signatures. And to register they have to be retty damn high on the scale, powerful enough to do...

Get to the point Roche! Is there enemy fire out there?

Not in as many words Sir, Major Carter's stuck in the middle of an enermous electrical storm. That kinda of power and velocity would be the same as if she were under heavy fire. Not to mention the other aspects associated. Roche had switched from friendly technician to serious scientist. O'Neill narrowed his eyes.

Aspects? Such as? Roche ticked them off on his fingers.

Wind, rain, hail. All at extremely high velocities. The craft simply wasn't designed for this. It's spaceworthy yes, but it isn't built for these kinds of stresses. Recall her Colonel, before she loses communications. Jack hestitaed a moment weighing up what Roche has reported. But only for a moment, he charged over to communications.

Carter, respond.

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Sam struggled with the controls of the little ship, hail was buffeting the sides and rain slicked over the forward viewer window. The storm had come out of nowhere, it was throwing off her navigation because of the electricity and she had no visual orientation. It was a complete white out. It was all she could do to remain in the air. The radio crackled to life.

C-ter, res-nd. She depressed the button and yelled over the noise into the comm.

Sir, I've lost navigation! I've got no visual, I'm trying to land but the controls are not responding as they should. An alarm went off. Water is leaking into the generators! I'm losing power!

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Static flowed through the comm.

Sir....navigation! I g-t no...ual, I.....to lan.....controls......responding....should. Water...leak-... A huge static rush burst through. Followed by silence.

Carter! Recall, return to base. Do you copy? Static was all that was heard. Jack swore. He looked over a Teal'c, who stood solemnly behind him.

Lancaster's voice could be heard from across the tent. Jack turned and stalked over to her.

What is it Lieutenant?

We have bigger problems, if the storm doesn't disspate, it'll hit us next and we don't have adequate cover. It's doing severe damage already Sir. We need to recall to the SGC. Jack looked at her.



But Sir, you're risking all our lives... Anger built on the Colonel's face.

And what about Carter's life? She's stuck out in that thing... Teal'c's hand rested on his shoulder.

It will do Major Carter no good if we all perish, we must return and come back for her later. Jack stood and scanned the makeshift room taking in all the faces. So many of them young, and fresh with too much ahead.

Alright everyone listen up! Shut down anelectircal equipment and pack it up we move out in.... He shot Lancaster a look.

20 at the latest Sir. She said quietly.

20 minutes! Anything or anyone not ready gets left behind. Move it! A flurry of activity followed and people scurried to make ready and the first drizzle began to fall.

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Nym-19/1/04