Crash landing

Carter looked over the displays, quickly pinpointing the alert. A judder went through the ship. She was out of hyperspace; Carter frowned, reaching for another screen to run a diagnostic on the engine. That wasn't supposed to happen, but there ought to be a fix if she knew...

The diagnostic came back clean. She paused, thinking quickly. If there was no problem with the hyperdrive, then there was no reason for it to have failed, she ought to be flying along just fine. She hit a command, trying to make another window; everything seemed like it should work, but all that happened was that the Theseus trembled.

Okay, hypothesis: if nothing internal was wrong, then it was something external. There was no way to account for that. Something between Earth and the target world formed some sort of hyperspace barrier, forbidding ships from travelling through hyperspace in its vicinity. It made sense, she reflected. If such technology was possible, then with the number of hostile forces like the Goa'uld out there, it was no wonder a species might decide to put it into practise.

It just wasn't much good for her. The Theseus was basically useless; it wasn't supposed to run into situations like these. It could move in a straight shot one direction and do basically nothing else.

Another alert flashed. Carter winced, crawling to the next panel, trying to see what it was this time. Her eyes widened.

She should've guessed. Something had disrupted hyperspace travel, which likely couldn't be done over large areas. So naturally, the Theseus was reporting that she was trapped in the gravitational pull of a planet. With no thrusters to speak of, that meant she was crashing.

She could get the Theseus to run a landing procedure early if she had to, that ought to be survivable, but it would put her in an awkward spot.

The military part of her mind worked quickly. With a hyperspace disruptor active, that meant civilization, and spaceworthy civilization at that, presumably. They could hopefully offer aid, and maybe they even had a Stargate, or knew where one was. They'd see the Theseus was no threat, just a hunk of metal with an engine on it, so they'd know she was no danger to them. That could work out.

Then the human part of her mind took over to remind her that she was still naked, still with wetness smeared between her thighs, and that was not a good state to be in for first contact.

Not that she had any choice. Carter quickly tapped on another screen to trigger the landing procedure as the Theseus was pulled closer to the planet's gravity, and crawled back to the restraints. First her legs tied down, then she'd just managed to tighten the strap over her chest as the ship began to tremble again. She took a deep breath and braced herself as the Theseus went down.

Unsurprisingly, crashing took less time than taking off. She was shaken around, the straps digging into the bottom of her ribs and her ankles, her arms grabbing and holding on to keep from waving around. Her head rattled against the cushion. The Theseus did what it could to limit the speed of descent, but Carter still felt the forces trying to lift her up.

Then there was a loud thud as the ship hit the ground. She grunted, gasping as the Theseus became still. After a few minutes she pulled herself loose, ignoring the alarms screeching at her.

She was still rattled. Glancing down herself, she wouldn't be surprise to see she was going to pick up a bruise or two after all that shaking around. After a quick once-over though, she was glad to find it didn't seem to be anything more serious than that, just a couple of tender points.

Standing up at last, Carter walked over to the read-outs. She quickly disabled all the alarms, wincing to see that there was a hull breach. The Theseus wasn't meant to take a crash. Still, it hopefully meant the air on this world was breathable. The proximity alert saw no movement, thought it did seem distracted by the fact they were on a planet's surface. Carter took a few steps back, taking a moment to think over her next move.

Her eyes settled on the drawers. She went through them, mostly finding the flimsiest and lightest repair tools that she could. She pulled out a crowbar, just in case, and then noted a tape recorder.

It was meant to serve as a memo for, well, this situation. If something went wrong, then if the Theseus was recovered, that would tell anyone what they needed to know. Grimly, Sam took it and turned it on.

"Major Samantha Carter, 366349, reporting on the Theseus mission," she said. She sighed. "The hyperdrive had no faults. Some kind of external **** prevented hyperspace travel, and it crashed on an unknown planet. Until that point there were no error reports whatsoever."

She paused for a moment, sorting out her thoughts.

"The hull was breached, so I have to assume the air has no negative effects," Carter said. "I'm leaving the Theseus to try and find whatever civilization created the hyperspace disruptor, and hopefully a stargate or means to access a stargate."

Then she reddened. The purpose of reports like this was to give as much detail as possible, every pertinent fact, to make the party that found it in the best position to find her. And, well, if things went wrong there was definitely one identifying factor a team might use to follow stories of her among the locals.

"Current situation," Carter said. She took a deep breath. "No weapons except a crowbar. No technology that I can separate from the Theseus. And... currently naked due to a... concern over weight."

She clicked the tape recorder off, blushing. She did wish whoever followed her here would never find out that detail, even if odds were the scientists working on the project would have told them.

Naked on an alien world. It was starting to sink in. That was not a situation she'd planned for.

She glanced at the tape recorder. Every detail, she knew how this kind of thing was done. Then she glanced down, pressing her thighs together awkwardly, still feeling the mess between them. Well, she didn't need to share every detail.

"No pockets, so I'll eat the ration bars here," Carter said. "It should keep me going."

She put the recorder down for a moment, then headed for the door. She pulled a lever to make it fall open, and for a moment stepped out onto the new alien world. She glanced around; the best direction to go seemed to be straight out of the door, though she didn't know what she'd find.

Carter returned to the ship, snacked on the remaining ration bars until she was full - it was over a day's worth of rations, though she had fasted to be prepared - gulped down some water before collecting the rest in a canteen, and took care of the less glamorous task of relieving herself. Then she returned to the tape recorder.

"Heading out in the direction the door is facing. If you're listening to this, look for me that way. Major Carter out."

She put it down at last. Then, steeling herself, Samantha Carter walked out into the alien world. A canteen of water in her left hand, a crowbar in her right, and not the merest stitch of fabric or clothing, improvised or real, covering her perfect body.