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"Oh, frak me..."

Kara Thrace is used to waking up disoriented in strange places. She's used to waking up with a headache, that's nothing new either, but the immediate jolt of being transported from one place to another without any hint of warning? Yeah, that's new. That's new and entirely unwelcome - it's also made her sort of sick to her stomach, in the same way bad liquor turns her innards inside out. Biting her lip fiercely to fight the force of bile working up into her throat, Kara swallows tightly. Once the wave of nausea is gone, it takes her about half a second to register two things. She's not anywhere she recognizes, and that there's a silver bracelet embedded in her wrist. Neither are good.

One hand darts down to where one of her pistols sits in its holster. She draws it slowly. Moving with quick, quiet steps, Kara moves out of the arrival room and into the main enclave, pistol held tightly with both hands, barrel pointed towards the floor as she moves.

Eyes wide, she stops at the edge of a wall and crouches, listening for voices, footsteps... for anything, actually. The distant sounds of others drift down the hallway, and Kara immediately darts down, forcing her breathing to be even and quiet. She thumbs the safety on the side of her pistol and then chambers a round with the electronic components in her pistol warming up almost soundlessly. Clenching the pistol grip tightly with both hands, Kara eases around her cover to get a quick look.

"Alright!" she shouts, after sitting there for a bit of time. Shooting at things is better than boredom. "Someone better explain to me really damn quickly where the frak I am!"

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Kara's eyes grow wider than before, fingers gripping the tablet tightly. There's a dry feeling in the back of her throat. The mention of the planet twists at her somewhere deep in her gut. "Lieutenant Kara Thrace," she replies.

"Wait. Wait. What? Where'd you say you're from?"

"Well, nice to meet you, Lieutenant Thrace. Like I said, Earth." He paused for a quick moment. "Most likely the place you come from is an alternate reality of mine. Seems to happen a lot here."

"Good to meet you too, sir, and I certainly hope your world and mine aren't related. Where I'm from pretty much everyone else is dead. Cylons came and destroyed most of us."

"You did say Earth, right, sir?"

"Cylons - and yes, Earth. We have to worry about the Wraith and Ori. Not sure if those are the same thing to you, Lieutenant."

"Earth uh... wow, Earth's... we're not even sure if it exists. It's just a legend - the Admiral's said he's got coordinates... and, uh. No sir. No sir, I haven't heard of the Wraith or the Ori, not so much, though if they're anything like the Cylons, I can't imagine you're good friends with them either."

"Not really. Both are bent on the destruction and conquest of the galaxy. Doesn't really ring up as friend in my book." Sheppard fumbled with the tablet for a moment.

"Wait a second... a legend?"

"Yes, sir, that's what I said. We weren't even sure Earth existed until the Admiral told us he knew where it was."

That sounded a bit like the Ancients. Well, sort of. The Ancients knew Earth existed and were either ascended or trying to find their way to Atlantis or Earth. Usually the latter was hardly ever successful. There was a long pause before he spoke again.

"Where the hell do you come from, Lieutenant?"

"I'm from Caprica, sir. One of the twelve colonies. I'm a Viper pilot for the Battlestar Galactica, my commanding officer is Admiral William Adama."

"...Battlestar Galatica? That a warship?" He had to give them points for being more creative than Aurora or Orion. He wondered why the Ancients just had to reuse names over and over again. Especially ones that sounded so... spacey.

"Well, sir, I can't give you too many details, but yeah, the Galactica's a warship. Last one, actually, aside from the Pegasus." Kara frowned to herself, narrowing her eyes. That wasn't really something she wanted to think about.

"Understood. There are things I can't tell people due to classified information. You might find a place from home here, Lieutenant. I found my room from where I'm stationed at."

"Thanks for your help, sir. I guess I'll have a look around..."

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