Fic: The Riddle of Time (Battlestar Galacrica/Star Trek TNG) (Parts 1-4)

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Title: The Riddle of Time
Author: Femvamp
Fandoms: Battlestar Galacatica / Star Trek TNG
Rating: PG-13 Possibly R
Spoilers: Battlestar Galactica Spoilers up to 4-14 Blood on the Scales (I steal actual Dialog. And Star Trek (It takes place after the Dominion War)
Notes: This is an Alternate Universe Story. I Change things alot. So don't get mad.
Character(s) Mostly Roslin
Summary: Galactica has found Earth but that is only the beginning of the adventure.
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Chapter 1: Home is Where The Federation Is

Sometimes you have to roll a hard eight. Nothing was more true to that and Laura Roslin knew that better then most. After everything that they had been through. After years of searching. Years of fighting. They had finally found Earth.

And it was already occupied.

The United Federation of Planets. Stronger, faster…bigger then both the rebel Cylons and the humans combined forces; they were no match even if they were in the mood to fight. And Laura knew they weren’t. They were too hungry, too tired, too broken.

They were home.

The ship that met them was called Enterprise and was captained by a Juan Luc Picard. A man who reminded her of Bill, or at least of Bill who hadn’t been broken by the deception of his best friend. Finding out your oldest and dearest friend was a Cylon could break any man and Bill might have been the mightiest of men but he was still a man. And he was broken. Far more then she was. Finding out that Tory was a Cylon had hurt her deeply as well but no where near as much as Bill was hurting.

Juan Luc Picard had offered her all the pleasantries of dignitary and she had played the part. He had only been a little surprised when Lee had insisted that guards accompany her. Laura had almost told him no, when the Captain had waved it off with a smile. Laura quickly discovered why the Federation had sent him. Juan Luc Picard was equal parts soldier, politician, and mediator. He was dangerous, but then again so was she.

Bill was working off another hangover. It was his third or possible his fourth. Laura had lost count. It didn’t matter; he had been there for her through her cancer she would be there for him through this. And if he didn’t snap himself out of it, she could always through him in the brig until he sobered up, it’s not like anyone would stop her. It was a running joke. The only one the crew feared more then Bill was her.

Captain Picard showed her and her guards around his ship which was very different then any ship she had ever seen. It was cleaner and far more high tech. She was half scared at what the Cylons could do to it given half a chance. She wondered what they were thinking about their new friends, she made a note to ask them the next time she spoke with the rebel Cylons.

“This is a fine ship you have Captain.”

“Than you Madam President.” Captain Picard said cordially.

“Please call me Laura.”

“Only if you call me Juan Luc.”

After the formalities had been taken care of they talked about minor things for awhile. Laura liked Captain Picard. She wasn’t quite sure about his first Officer Will Riker. He seemed to have an air of superiority about him that irked Laura, but then again who was she to judge? This new world they found themselves was both great and terrifying. The first time she met Lt. Worf she had almost screamed in terror. He looked like a monster in one of her nightmares. Now, like most of the crew of Galactica she liked the Klingon. He was a warrior, and she respected that.

A strange new world indeed.

It was Mr. Data that frightened her the most. He was a machine like the Cylons. She had warned the Captain to keep him away from both the Colonials and the Cylons rebels. There was no telling how they would react to a machine as a Federation crew member. Even if he was one of a kind. She had a hard enough time accepting it, and she was a politician.

However they were a desperate people and they needed the Federation and the Federation was kind and helped them more then they had to. For the first time in what seemed like forever they were able to rest. To sleep. To dream. For the first time in what seemed like forever they could close their eyes and not see death.

For the most part The Federation, the Colonists and the Cylon rebels were getting along. There were some fighting but nothing that couldn’t be handled discreetly. For the most part everything was going along smoothly. It was also quickly discovered that The Colonist and the Cylons weren’t coming to the table empty handed. They had a good deal of technology that the Federation lacked and the federation was always in the market for technology.

This was all good. Now all Laura had to do was sober Bill up and get him talking to Saul again possibly talk to that fancy doctor Crusher about her cancer and everything would be great. Not bad for a dying President of a dead twelve colonies if she did say so herself.

Chapter 2: All Along

Troi walked into Captain Picard’s Ready Room. He had called for her to discuss her meeting with several of the people on board Galactica. They were of course informal meetings and purely voluntary but he wanted to know if any of them were dangerous and if they could be trusted. The treaty between the Colonist, the Cylons and the Federation was too important.

The wars with the Borg and the Dominion had taken its tole. An entire generation of officers had died fighting the Dominion. The fleet had dwindled down to its lowest numbers since the war with the Klingons. Things were going badly for the Federation. They could use the new blood. Even Cylon blood.

The Cylons were interesting to her. They were like Data but with blood like humans. Part machine, part human. She wasn’t quite sure how human and how much were machine, she wasn’t sure if even they knew but seeing the same face over and over again did take some getting used to.

“So what do you think of our new friends Counselor?”

“They are an interesting group Captain.” The Betazoid Consoler smiled, “On a psychological level they are all suffering from depression and PSTD. Especially the humans the Cylons as well.”

“Yes, about the Cylons.” Picard paused, “What do you make of them.”

“IF you are asking if I can sense emotion from them, then the answer is yes,” She paused for a moment, “They have the emotional makeup of a child but they do have emotions.” Dianna paused, “There are only a few members of the colonies that I can not can a firm read on and that is what worries me Captain.”

“Who are these people?”

“One of them is the President.”

“Well Madam President that should do it.” Doctor Crusher smiled/

“That’s it.” Laura said in awe, “After all that you put a metal tool to my neck and poof, no more cancer.”

Doctor Crusher smiled, “It’s called a hypo spray and it’s not quite that simple, but yes.”

“So she’s cured.” Bill said hopefully.

“Yes, I’d still like to see her a few more times, just to check on her blood count and her general health but she should be good. Her stats show that the cancer is gone.”

Laura smiled and hugged Bill who hugged her back almost immediately, “See Bill, and we thought I wasn’t going to get any relief.”

“So how are things going with the Federation people?” Starbuck asked Lee.

“Not so bad, we have had a few fights. Mostly things have gone smoothly. The Cylons don’t comply trust them or us but that’s to be expected.”

“I don’t get it. After all this, Earth is already taken.”

“What’s to get. The thirteenth Colony is colonized. We just didn’t consider it. At least their friendly and willing to help. What freaks me out is the other stuff.”

“What the aliens. I like Klingons.”

“You would.”

“They’re not so bad once you get past their faces. The Vulcan’s are who freak me out. They don’t drink or smoke, you can’t trust someone who doesn’t drink, smoke or play cards.”

“You have too many vices Kara, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Not lately.”


“So the plan is set.”

“Yes.”

“The Federation won’t involve themselves in other people’s civil affairs.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yes, I asked several different people. It’s a rule. IF we plan this right we can take over Galactica and get rid of the Cylons once and for all and the Federation won’t be able to stop us.”

“And they will deal with us.”

“If they want our technology, they won’t have a choice.”

“Good.”

Laura smiled protected in the arms of Bill Adama as she slept. They both dreamt peacefully. The only noice came from the low humming from Laura.

Chapter 3: A Good Day to Die

The Enterprise crew was called back to the Enterprise so that crews on Galactica could take care of some minor problems. The crews still on board offered to help but Galactica members told them that they could take care of it and that it wasn’t in parts of the area the Federation was allowed in yet. At least not until the treaty was signed.

It was a trick though. The Enterprise crewmembers that didn’t go along freely were made to go. Before anyone knew what was happening a mutiny was a hand.

Tom Zarek and Felix Gaeta had taken control of Galactica. Many of the crew had taken offence to being forced to work with Cylons and finding out that many of their trusted comrades like Chief Tyrol, Sam Anders and Saul Tigh were Cylons was too much to bear. Soon Sam and Saul as well as well as Saul pregnant Cylon girlfriend Caprica Six were in the brig.

Roslin managed to escape to the Cylon baseship but left without Bill Adama who stayed behind to fight to the bitter end. She understood it was his way.

Picard tried to contact Galactica to see what was happening. Several of his crew had been beamed aboard, some with concussions, after several attempts ion he finally got an answer.

“This is Felix Gaeta, Commander of Galactica you are to keep out of our affairs until we have control of the situation. This is not your concern. This is an internal problem. We are not asking for assistance. I repeat. We are not asking for assistance.”

Picard turned to Will Riker, “Commander Gaeta, since when?”

“Apparently there’s a mutiny on Galactica.” Riker said simply, “What do you want to do Captain?”

“There is nothing we can do.” Picard said simply “He is right, as long as they don’t fire on us or cause any Federation ship or planet harm we can not intervene.”

“Sir I’ve intercepted a signal” Data interupted, “It’s not meant for us it’s sent directly to the Cylon base ship.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Saul Tigh was killed attempting to escape.” The voice of Tom Zarek paused, “Bill Adama was tried and found guilty of his crimes. The firing squad executed him this morning its done Laura, You have to think about the people of this fleet now, and surrender.”

Picard noticed the deck had gone silent. No one said a word. Everyone was waiting for Laura’s response. After what seemed like forever but was only a few moments Laura spoke.

“No.” Laura paused, “Not now. Not ever. Do you hear me? I will use every cannon. Every bomb, every bullet, every weapon I have down to my own eyeteeth to end you. I sware it! I am coming for all of you!”

No one spoke. No one said anything. The only sound that could be heard on the Bridge of the Enterpise was Worf Snarling.

Chapter 4: A Hole in The Bucket

Captain Picard had expected the hear from Roslin and Adama immediately after the siege had ended but he didn’t hear from them for another day. He found out later that both Gaeta and Zarek had been executed. Riker wasn’t happy but again Picard couldn’t do anything about it.

Picard was worried about Riker. His dislike of Roslin could be a problem. The truth was that they needed the treaty as much as the Colonist and the Cylons did. The last few years had been tough on the Federation and another war would decimate them. They needed what the survivors of the Twelve Colonist of Kobol and Rebel Cylons could give them. Whether Riker liked it or not.

The attempted mutiny had cost a lot of lives and their were a lot of injuries. Some were taken care of on Galactica. Some were brought to the Enterprise. One in particular, Sam Anders had been shot in the head. He was Final Five Cylon.

“What the Hell is a Final Five Cylon.”

“They are hard to explain Commander.” Roslin said simply, “We’re not complexly sure ourselves. Until recently we weren’t even sure they were real and not just a Cylon story.”

“OK tell me what you know then.”

Roslin paused, “Just that the Cylons have twelve models. Seven have been known to us. Four ere discovered recently. There is supposedly one more which we don’t know of. Dianna Biers was supposed to know who it was but she says she doesn’t.”

“So Sam Anders is one.”

“Yes.”

“Who are the other three?”

“Saul Tigh, Tory Foster, and Galen Tyrol.”

Picard was about to ask another question when Roslin fainted. He immediately called sickbay and had them both beamed directly to sickbay. The doctor quickly checked her vitals. After a few moments Roslin woke up.

“Well…uh..

“What is it? She alright?”

“She’s fine.” Doctor Crusher said simply, “But we do need to talk later, Madam President.”

“Is her Cancer back?” Tory asked.

“No.” Doctor Crusher said simply.

“Then what is it?” Starbuck asked concerned, “The old man will want to know.”

“Its OK.” Roslin said trying to get her bearings. “You might as well tell them.”

“She’s pregnant.” The Doctor said simply.

“That’s not possible.” Tory stated.

“It is if….”

“Isn’t Federation technology wonderful?” Roslin asked simply.

Tigh was about to speak again when Anders began to speak loudly again.

“….there is a hole in the bucket that must be repaired before it can be as one with the universe. The ties that bind choke you to death. When the children die the parents die. The circle of life must not end. The end is the beginning not the end. “

“How long has he been doing this?” Roslin asked.

“Since I removed the bullet from his head.”

“….All things must begin. And all things must end. It is the way of all things. Children are the future and the past. Children can not come into their own until their parents die but when their parents die they are on their own……….”

Roslin sits back into bed and passes out. Doctor Crusher looks at her worried and then at Anders not sure which one to help first.

“Can you stop him?” Picard asks.

“I can try.” Doctor Crusher walked toward Anders and tried to press a hypo spray to his neck but he grabbed her arm.

“The dying leader will lead them to earth to find Locustus of Borg. Locustus holds the key. Kara Thrace is the harbinger or Death. She will lead them to their end. We are Borg.”