[Holo / Visual] Not in Kansas anymore...

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

"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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[islegendary.livejournal.com]

Jack feels a headache start to come on, "...Earth." Oh, there's that wonderful feeling of heavy news that is soon to be delivered at him. He hates it when that happens.

"I just know I'm going to regret asking this but..." he gestures with his hands, "Cylons?"

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Kara swallows, hard. "Earth. People keep saying there's an Earth. You and someone before you. We're looking for Earth. If you have coordinates to the planet, if you've got any idea how to find it, you should speak with the Admiral..."

She shakes her head, waves a hand and runs said hand through her hair to clear it out of her face. At the moment, her gun isn't needed, so she drops it back into its holster. It takes her a moment to come up with an answer to the Colonel's question.

"Cylons, yeah, they're uh, machines. Human race built them originally as servers - you know, to make life easier. Turns out they weren't so happy about it, declared war on humanity, started using our networked computer systems against us, ended up eventually declaring an armistice. No one heard from the damn toasters for fifty years, then they appeared out of nowhere, destroyed the twelve colonies, - billions and billions of people, sir, all dead. Women, children, everyone. Everyone's dead."

Her eyes flick to one side.

"...and... last I knew, they're still chasing down the fifty thousand some survivors of the human race in the hopes of catching us with our pants down, frakking us in the ass and lighting us on fire."

[islegendary.livejournal.com]

There is one thing Jack knows as well as his own SN and that's Earth's coordinates, "Yeah. I got the address. But y'know... it's not exactly something we give out to just anybody. This Admiral person here with ya?"

He listened to the explained of Cylons then nodded, "Sounds like human-form Replicators to me..." he frowned at the more dire outlook she painted, "Ah... things aren't that bad yet. Not from where I'm from. Though the nasty little buggers nearly wiped out the Asgard.... again." This soon triggers a little rant, "And I gotta say, I'm getting a little tired of them coming to me for help every time their little gray asses get in trouble."

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"I'm not sure where the Admiral is, sir. Last I knew he was on the Galactica back with the rest of the fleet. And I understand sir, need to know, security, all of that stuff. If whoever's captured us brings him here, then I'll make sure you both get to speak to each other."

"Well, some of them look - and that's really the important part, sir, they look like humans, some of them are even programmed to act like humans, right down to emulating emotions and everything else, but they're not." And the emphasis on the word 'not' is as vehement as Jack's rant about the Asgard. As she listens to him talk about his version of the human race, she can't help but smile a little bit, "That's... really good to hear, sir."