Major Evan Marcus Lorne was having a Very Bad Day. it had started out just fine; Colonel Sheppard had asked him to go drop off some supplies for an exploration team one on of the uninhabited worlds they had discovered. It was only supposed to take about an hour by Jumper, so Lorne had thought nothing of it.
That is, until the usually smooth trip through the Stargate turned into the worst sort of roller coaster. even as a particle stream, Lorne felt the wormhole bucking like never before, and then suddenly the Jumper was tumbling through the air, rolling over and over like a crocodile in a death roll. He fought the controls, finally getting the Jumper stable, only to slam into sand, digging a huge trench with the front end of the small craft. It took him a while to regain his bearings after that.
Grabbing his P90, and making sure he had the remote for the jumper, as well as his Barretta and his radio, Lorne stumbled out of the back hatch, closing it with the remote. The USAF officer didn't bother with cloaking the Puddle Jumper, the huge trench would have given away it's position anyway. Then he began to stumble down the beach, P90 held tightly, a small trickle of blood oozing down the side of his face from a cut just above his temple.