http://femvamp.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] femvamp.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crossoverfic2009-07-20 10:28 pm

The Riddle of Time 2/11 (BSG/Star Trek TNG)

Title: The Riddle of Time
Crossover With: Star Trek: TNG
Author: [livejournal.com profile] femvamp
Disclaimer: I disclaim that neither Battlestar Galactica nor Star Trek TNG belong to me. But am I bummed about that.
Summary: Galactica has found Earth but that is only the beginning of the adventure.
Authors Note: I know this is a crossover with automatically makes is an AU story but still warning seriously its AU.
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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 Picard wanted to know if any of them were dangerous and if they could be trusted. The treaty between the Colonials, the Cylons and the Federation was too important.

The wars with the Borg and the Dominion had taken its toll. An entire generation of officers had died fighting the Borg and 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 Troi. 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 are fairing better but not by much.”

“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’t get a firm read on and that is what worries me Captain.”

“Which ones?” The Captain asked intrigued.

“One of them is the President.”
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“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 asked 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.”
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“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 they’re 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 Vulcans 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.”


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“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.”
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Laura smiled protected in the arms of Bill Adama as she slept. They both dreamed peacefully. The only noise came from the low humming from Laura.