{1st Flight; Video}

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{1st Flight; Video}

[From where Kara comes from, because of the cylons, machines humanity made to help them, and their revolt and war against their creators, it's understandable as a result that technology suffered. People were apprehensive about it because of that, fear that the cylons could return and use their technology against them. Which turned out to be true. She has never used anything quite like the bracelet and as a result, takes a little time figuring it out. But once she does, she thinks she gets the idea after a bit of practice. She frowns at the bracelet, making sure it's on.]

Is this thing on? The frak couldn't they just give me a damned phone? Assuming others are getting this, this is Kara Thrace. I guess asking for directions back to the Galactica would be pointless, though appreciated. Because as flattering as this is, being chosen to come here and help bring colour back or whatever, I have my own war back home to deal with so I haven't got time for this. I mean, I know I'm a damned good shot, but I never signed up for this. There are cylons back home to deal with without being brought here into all of this.

[That and. Hell, this is Kara. She isn't the easiest to get along with sometimes, but for some reason these 'Gods' decided it would be a good idea to bring her here where she is supposed to just be happy and get along with everyone? Unlikely. Very unlikely. And she did not even want to think about the 'power' thing. It almost implied that they were special. And she had always hated her mother and Leoben going on at her about her being special, with her great destiny. Right. Kara Thrace and her Special Destiny. Sounded like some bad cover band or something. No way. She shakes her head, brushing some short blonde hair from her face]

I have my own beliefs, my own Gods, and these ones are not the ones I was brought up believing in. And these ones aren't the cylons 'One True God' either. If they're expecting me to be happy and grateful about all of this, they're frakking wrong. It was a bad idea to bring me here, and their timing sucks. But from what I gather, this is essentially like the brigg. We get sent back whenever they send us back and we don't get a say in it. If I'm going to be here for a while, I am going to need to find out where the bar is, at the very least. And where I can get some cigars.

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[ The idea that they're masquerading as humans when they apparently want to kill of humans is definitely unsettling, but that's not what catches Allison's attention. ]

They're walking toasters? [ Why, yes, she's imagining actual giant walking toasters. ]

Yeah. Shiny metal machine mother-frakkers who will eventually catch us pilots on a bad day and blow us up when we are out there trying to do our job and defend the fleet.

[Lol toasters. But that is just a nickname for them the same way 'skinjob' is for those that appear human.]

But... how can toasters do that? Do they shoot something out of where the bread should go?

[And Kara just laughs for a moment in spite of herself, shaking her head.] No, no. It's what we call the cylons that don't look like us, the original machines that we made decades ago.

Oh. [ Allison's cheeks burn a little in embarrassment. ] So you guys made these things and now they're revolting against you? That's... Actually a pretty big fear where I come from, that technology will eventually be our downfall.

Yeah, that's right. I mean, we hadn't seen them for about forty years after the first war, and suddenly they were back and destroyed the colonies. Yeah? Well, the old man's paranoia of the cylons worked out, none of the computers on the Galactica are networked, so if they did manage to break through and infect one with a virus it won't affect the whole ship. And where are you from?

That sounds horrible. [ Even if they managed to survive the attack, Allison can't imagine living a life like that. ] I'm sort of from all over - my family traveled a lot - but most recently, we were living in California. [ There's a tiny pause before she adds on, ] That's on Earth. I don't know if you have Earth where you're from.

....Earth?

[It's quiet. Almost as if she hardly dares to believe it. They had been searching for Earth, for the thirteenth colony ever since the attack, and here was this girl casually explaining it was her home.]

We've been looking for Earth. For a new place to live, ever since the attacks on the colonies. It's said that Earth was where the thirteenth tribe moved to.

[ Allison's brow furrows a little. ] I've never heard of a thirteenth tribe, but Earth definitely exists. There's a lot of people there, too. Somewhere in the seven billion range, I believe.

I don't suppose you would know the co-ordinates to Earth. Doubt we remember any of this when we get back home anyway.

[But still. Earth. So it really was out there. That fabled homeland they were searching for for years. It's almost enough to overwhelm her, to consider that, and how many were apparently living there. It might not necessarily be the same Earth if they were likely from different times and worlds, but even so.]

[ She shakes her head. ] Nope. Sorry.

I figured that would be too convenient and helpful. But I'm sure if there are this many from Earth here I might be able to figure it out. Whether I would remember when I get back to the fleet is another story, but still.

[ Allison opens her mouth to say something but she closes it after a moment; she's got enough proof that the memories of this place disappear when people go home but she's not sure she wants to shatter Kara's hope just yet. ]

I hope you get what you're looking for. [ She smiles a little. ] I'm Allison, by the way.

I hope so too. We could use a lucky break, after everything. I'm Kara. [Since. She is not sure about giving out her callsign here just yet. She's already had one instance where that tipped her off about a cylon back home when he already knew it.]

Nice to meet you, Kara. Sorry it had to be under these circumstances, though. [ This place isn't exactly ideal, though Allison probably likes it better than some people. Being able to live with her boyfriend and not have to worry about her murderous family going after him helps that. ]

Well, the circumstances can't seem to be helped. As frustrating as that is. [Kara still is not entirely sure about all of this. But she supposes things could be worse. At least at the moment things seemed calm enough here given there was talk of war.]

It doesn't get any less frustrating, either, unfortunately. [ Allison keeps trying but she's been unsuccessful in finding a way home. ]

I can imagine. Just...got to wait it out, I guess. [Until these Gods figure how much of a frak up she can be and decide to send her back.]

[ She nods. ] Do you have anyone from home here with you? It can make the wait a little more bearable.

Not that I am aware of, no. But that is probably a good thing. The fleet needs everyone its got.

Well, time supposedly stops at home while we're here, so they wouldn't really notice if anyone was gone. [ That's what everyone says, anyway; Allison's not so sure considering how people are from times in her future and how she was from Jackson's future. It doesn't make any sense to her. ]

Stops? I guess that's....something to be grateful for then. [She at least is relieved to consider that the fleet would not be down a pilot if that is the case while Kara is here.] I guess this is confirmed? I mean, if people are coming from different times, they remember more back home and never noticed someone here was gone or something?

[ She nods. ] When I first got here, someone from my home had been here for months. It was like he hadn't even missed a second back home for me, though. It's... headache-inducing, to say the least, but it seems to be that way for everyone I've talked to about it. People keep showing up from different times from back home, too, so it wasn't just him.

Right. I guess that's good in knowing people back home won't be wondering what happened to me at least.

[There's a sigh as she runs a hand through her short blonde hair, considering. That much was reassuring at least, to hear.]

How many from your home are here? Sounds like there are a few friends of yours around. Good for you to have familiar faces at least.

Five or six, including me. It's hard to keep track sometimes when a one of them keeps disappearing and then reappearing without his memories. [ That number sounds about right, though, unless someone else is here and just keeping their head down. ]

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