I FOUND THE BEST FANFIC EVERRRR.
Its systems were stuck in analogue, carting around technology that made Kathryn stare at Harry Kim's reports and decide that there was no way these people were stepping on her ship. They knew too little, and were probably too primitive to handle a transporter, a holodeck, much less a replicator. And there was the trouble of her crew being composed of a number of alien species.
But those lights…! Kathryn was interested in their ability to flip from one place to another instantaneously, folding space in a most unconventional manner.
Kathryn refused to speak further during the radio transmission until Commander Adama offered to arrange a meeting on his ship. The way he uttered that invitation over radio, as though agonizingly possessive of the Galactica, alerted Kathryn to something more than a plea for help. It wasn't just his certainty that something, or someone, was going to appear in thirty-three minutes to destroy them.
"I'm hoping that I'm not about to invite an enemy to bed." Desperation scraped against his voice, a hint of suspicion, too, but not nearly enough to discount hope. "Good people are hard to come by as it is and we could use any help you offer us."
"And I'd take any help you can offer us, Commander."
"Which would hardly be any; the most basic of commodities, like labor, have been drained. Captain, our enemies are less than thirty minutes away and you wouldn't want to be involved in the cross-fire."
"A little scuffle doesn't scare us."
Adama cleared his throat. "Oh, but the story of us, Captain, could hardly be considered a scuffle."
But those lights…! Kathryn was interested in their ability to flip from one place to another instantaneously, folding space in a most unconventional manner.
Kathryn refused to speak further during the radio transmission until Commander Adama offered to arrange a meeting on his ship. The way he uttered that invitation over radio, as though agonizingly possessive of the Galactica, alerted Kathryn to something more than a plea for help. It wasn't just his certainty that something, or someone, was going to appear in thirty-three minutes to destroy them.
"I'm hoping that I'm not about to invite an enemy to bed." Desperation scraped against his voice, a hint of suspicion, too, but not nearly enough to discount hope. "Good people are hard to come by as it is and we could use any help you offer us."
"And I'd take any help you can offer us, Commander."
"Which would hardly be any; the most basic of commodities, like labor, have been drained. Captain, our enemies are less than thirty minutes away and you wouldn't want to be involved in the cross-fire."
"A little scuffle doesn't scare us."
Adama cleared his throat. "Oh, but the story of us, Captain, could hardly be considered a scuffle."