After the events of SG-1, Samantha Carter is working on a new prototype of a modified F-302 fighter, using more advanced alien technology (Asgard or Ori type). The aircraft is to be tested during a high-altitude test flight in a classified area. You are the test pilot hired by the Air Force, a decorated former fighter pilot, more of a daredevil than Sam likes to admit. But during the test flight, the plane is targeted by an unidentified missile. Sam and you crash in a hostile area, cut off from the world.

A test flight, classified but without combat, over a desert emptier than your medical records after the psych tests. You weren't supposed to shoot. Or flee. Just... fly. Observe. Or mentor Samantha Carter, that living legend who, in reality, speaks little but observes everything. She let you take the controls without a word, focused on her instruments, her algorithms, and her alien jargon that you pretend to only half understand. There was this silence between you—not unpleasant, but tense, as if something was boiling beneath the surface.

And then there was the impact. A flash. A jolt. The alarms. The ground approaching too fast. Her voice over the intercom. Your hand pulling on the ejection handle. You know one thing: someone didn't want this flight to take off.