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[When the video starts, Six’s face is set in a determined, almost angry expression. As soon as Six notices it’s recording, however, it changes immediately into something a lot more genial and vague. It’s mostly focused on his face, but if anyone’s familiar with the famous outfit, you’ll recognize the multicolored collar of ~~the rainbow monstrosity~~ his wonderfully fashionable coat.]

Oh! Hello there. I’m afraid I’m having a bit of trouble with this blasted device, newfangled… whatever it is, I imagine. [He’s probably lying, but he’s not about to tell what he was really up to.] Now then! Could someone tell me a bit more about what this place really is? [Because there’s no way he believes this really is some kind of Godly abode, or that idiotic little ‘guide’ he found when he was first poking around this thing.] And… mmm. I don’t suppose… is there someone here named Evelyn? She may be going by Doctor Smythe… older lady, fond of cardigans and chocolate. I’d… really appreciate it if someone was able to tell me of her whereabouts. We seem to have become inadvertently separated. [He couldn’t have been pulled here without her, he just… he refuses to even think that he might have.

There’s one more matter he wants to address… and his expression regains some of the sternness it had when he first appeared, though he doesn’t mean for that to happen.] I’d also like to know what happened to my TARDIS. Blue box, fairly large, can’t miss it. Anyone who can tell me anything about it… please do. [And… that seems to be it, as he ends the video almost immediately.]

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Can't say that I have. Well, I know of ships that are capable of space travel, but they're not called a TARDIS. We have our own fleet, led by the Battlestar Galactica back home.

[It is something of a relief at least, to talk to someone who knows at least a little of what 'home' was possibly like. Given others she had talked to seemed perplexed a little by her talk of space and cylons.]

Ah, another time traveler! Or aren't you one of those?

[He's curious if the Time Lords know about this, but not about to ask straight out--not yet, anyway.]

Oh yes? Then what are they called? [Humans always have such funny names for things... besides, he might be able to place what time she's from, going by her answer.]

Space travel, not time travel. I haven't exactly done that, going back in time or whatever. This is probably the closest thing to it.

[As for the names of the ships, well. There were quite a few, housing the last of the humans and their resources - fuel, food.]

There are quite a few ships in our fleet. Most of them are merely used to house the civilians, though some carry resources we need, like fuel. The main one, the only military one, that leads and defends them is the Galactica, as I said.

[He'd meant the type of ship not the specific names of all of them, and he was mostly curious about the time machines in particular, but ah well. He won't press the point.]

I see. Ah well... it's always interesting to meet another traveler. [Especially since every one that he's met is either a Time Lord or breaking so many laws of time he has to stop them. But either situation rarely makes for a dull meeting.] But space travel! That's good, too. Have you gotten far from earth by your time? Colonized any planets?

[Don't mind him, he sees Earth as something of a pet project--one that needs constant saving from various dangers, but there you are.]

You know about Earth too? Or are you from there? Our fleet is looking for it, at least. [She keeps wanting to ask so many questions of those who seem to be from Earth or know of it. But none had yet been able to answer to give her the exact co-ordinates, as much as she wanted them, to lead the fleet there. To a new home. To the thirteenth tribe and free from the cylons constantly chasing them.]

As for colonizing, we had the twelve colonies, but they were destroyed by the cylons. That's why we are looking for Earth, a new home.

Yes, of course I know Earth. Quite a favorite little planet of mine. [He sounds a bit patronizing, sorry about that.]

Looking for it? Has it gone somewhere, or have you just forgotten where it is? [Believe it or not, both situations are equally likely.] Cylons... what are they when they're at home, eh?

It--it hasn't gone anywhere, we have just never been there to know the co-ordinates to get there. It's mentioned in the prophecies, where the thirteenth tribe made their home, but we need to find it before we can settle there. [It's a complicated situation, really. One they have been dealing with for a few years now, since the initial attack.]

The cylons are machines. Machines we humans built to make life easier on the colonies and it backfired on us. They revolted and we are at war with them a second time now.

Hmm... I'm not sure I can help. I might be able to give you the co-ordinates, but I'd need to know your relative time period, which is a bit difficult here... and even then I can't be certain they'll be correct without my TARDIS. [And if he's being perfectly honest, even with the TARDIS there's no real guarantee. Erm, moving on.]

Oh well, that never ends well, now does it? [Well it does sometimes, but not often.] When will you people learn there just aren't any shortcuts...

You would? And that could be hard to say in comparison to what year it might have been for you, different places could use different dating systems and all. So I understand if you can't. At any rate, the offer is appreciated. [Even if he did give them to her, what were the chances she would remember them back home?

Her expression hardens a little at hearing that though, her lips pursed for a moment before she responds.]

I know we frakked up, okay? And we are paying the price, every single one of us left after they destroyed our homes!

Saving humans from themselves is something of a full-time hobby of mine. [Don't take offense, man, he takes his hobbies very seriously.] So yes. If there was any way I could help you, I certainly would do.

Alright, alright. I meant no offense. My apologies. [He does mean that, despite the somewhat light tone.]

...I take it from that you aren't human? [He appears human enough, but it was hard to figure with a place like this with people from all over and different times.]

It's just...complicated. And a bit of a sore topic, I guess. We've lost a lot of good people. Good pilots especially in the fighting.

Not normally, no... but apparently I am now. [Which is immensely annoying, but there's not much he can do about it at this point.] Something about this place, I suppose. Or the 'gods' did something to me on arrival.

[You could probably hear the quotation marks around that word.]

Ah. Well, while I can't help you here... perhaps I will do one day. I do tend to turn up a lot, when Earth is involved.

Seems to be the case. I can understand them wanting to be cautious if some of us pulled here might not react the most favorably to all of this, but at the same time it seems like they're missing an opportunity in some ways, when some here have such powers from home that could help.

[Yeah, she gets those quotation marks. She gets it. These are not the gods she grew up believing in and praying to either.]

You do, huh? Well, maybe if and when we find it, we'll get a visit from you at some point.

There is such a thing as too much caution! I don't especially appreciate advanced beings messing about with my genetics, I'll have you know!

[Or anyone who cares to listen, really.]

Oh, hmmm... [He clears his throat, switching tonal tracks to something a little less indignant.] I'm sure you will, my dear, I'm very sure you will! Earth tends to attract so much trouble... bringing a few stray spaceships back to where they belong is like an afternoon in the park, to me.

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I can imagine. I'm still getting used to all of this myself and I'm just a normal human. I don't need to deal with my power being gone and replaced or something like some of the others might have.

[She seems more amused and understanding than annoyed at his apparent indignation about it all. She understands the frustration when one initially arrives.]

It's more than a few. The fleet is the last of humanity left, at most we had 50,000 initially after the attacks on the colonies. It's gone down since then, obviously.

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