He opened his eyes...still alive...good ( Read more... )

Not for the first time since arriving on the planet, Lieutenant-Commander Montgomery Scott cursed Lieutenant Kyle ( Read more... )

In a consulting room in Starfleet Medical, a dark haired man (well, it was greying at the temples, now) in a wheelchair and an Admiral’s dress uniform, looked up.

“Is that all?”

( What were you expecting, Chris? Fireworks? A twenty-one gun salute? )

"Memory Zero. Negative. You have remembered more again."

She was trying not to. Really, really not to this time, but it all sounded so interesting! The Viyrans. Genius genetic manipulators who bio-engineered viruses as weapons and they think that she might have been accidentally infected ( Read more... )

Tip-tap. Rustle rustle. Tip-tap. Rustle rustle. A willowy figure, resplendent in a gold, sequin-covered flightsuit, set off with a floating silk cape, came clacking down a corridor in six-inch heels. A pace or two behind him scurried a curious creature, less than half the height of his companion, and swaddled in an oversize raincoat. Only two ( Read more... )

New Caprica had been a mistake. Bill didn’t know yet what exactly the colonists and the resistance movement had gone through, down on that rock, but he could see that it had affected them. Changed them all - Saul, Kara, Chief Tyrol, Gaeta. Even his own son had not remained unscathed (expanding waistline aside), sacrificing the Pegasus in a bold ( Read more... )

5:15 P.M. A sidewalk in New York City. Brooklyn. Stink hot with summer, scalding pavement, and a Cephalapoid sprinting off with a woman's purse ( Read more... )

Vila was running the bar tonight and things were off to a good start as far as nights go. It wasn't overly busy Vila had time to chat it up with customers and summarily ended up downing a few himself. Vila relished this place, his job, HELL he even liked Rimmer who wasn't the easiest person to get along with, not that Vila would tell the man he ( Read more... )

Leaving twentieth century earth was bittersweet for Sally. She wouldn't miss the provincial attitudes and primitive surroundings, but she would very much miss the friends she had made there ( Read more... )

The ground was cold and wet, and as Laura pushed herself up, she could have sworn she felt it tremble. Her left shoulder was throbbing with the ache of being dislocated over and over again as punishment for not giving up the names of those in the resistance group, but she refused to give the cylons an inch. There were bruises, cuts and scrapes ( Read more... )