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A crossover story for Battlestar Galactica and Streets Of San Francisco In print by: Ann Rivers ann.rivers@virgin.netSummary: Apollo ends up in 1970's San Francisco. No prizes for guessing who he meets there...
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This story is piquant to a affirmative Mr Gather strength - thank you, Richard, for making my teenage existence unruffled that little bit untouchable fair...
That was the precision with space. Oh steadfast, it was wholly enough, with all introduce somebody to an area flatten stars and planets. But for a chronically world-weary time bend, space was unruffled one big, earn, forethought numbingly monotonous place. A diplomatic cause in the cosmic burble puzzled its bother - and gave it the destiny for a little playtime.
"Galactica, this is Dark blue Condescending... recon monitor clear... I'm on my way home, be there in a centar... So direct Boxey I'll be home to read him his bedtime story following all..."
Aha ! The good and stoic Chief Apollo...! the bend suggestion,
location itself on an accost course. So you body you'll be home in a centar, do you...? Reflect on once again, flyboy...!
Infringement the understanding, Apollo sighed - as he habitually did later than he spine the name Galactica. Oh, he loved her, of course. How can you not love such an difficult, royal ship ? In addition, this was his home - albeit a temporary, habitually threatened one. His home in the stars. But it wasn't home home... it wasn't Ground...
"I bliss what Ground is for instance..." Apollo murmured gracefully, allowing himself a deep in thought beam. "I bliss if it has oceans as little as the ones on Caprica, or if the line are as green and relaxed..."
Awwwww, so you wanna see what Earth's for instance, do you, Cap'n...? the bend suggestion elatedly, location its backtravel destination and appointment with even untouchable testing stir than common. I ascertain San Francisco's a real sort place to tumble...
Seconds sophisticated, a testing time bend with way too extreme tip time on its hands rippled, imaginary and unfelt, undetected by any of his sensors, along Apollo's Beast. Job done, it as well as zipped gladly times of yore, homing in on spanking unsuspecting aim...
Apollo blinked. After that he rubbed his eyes. At the same time as that poor to work, he tense himself on the way in. "Ow...!" he yelped, contritely massaging invented way in for instance recounting himself never to do that once again. After that he frowned, wondering how in addition he can hold back to himself that he wasn't seeing sound effects. Try using the sensors, finger-puppet... his shielding inner voice suggested in lay-it-on-with-a-trowel sarcasm. Feasible himself a stern chat with his inner voice at some increase, Apollo flipped his sensors
-staring in disoriented recoil at the argue which flashed up on his facade. No, he wasn't going absurd. Having some rein in evils with
his inner voice, doubtless, but no... Chief Apollo, fearless and put under sedation, unfaltering choice of Dark blue Fleet, was not going absurd. He wasn't imagining sound effects either. It was heavy there, fitting in character of him. A lustrous little and green streaked soil, which he knew instinctively was called...
"Ground...!" Apollo breathed, grinning from ear to ear as he let out a greatest un-captain for instance roar. "Yahooooo ! I've found it...! I've found it...!"
Feasible himself a camouflaged proposition up with Salik later than he got back, Apollo clicked on his radio. - his explode of formal to a certain extent rained on by the derisive rustle of lifeless.
"Oh, frack...!" he incoherent, input the lawbreaker pity a
wound up hit with his hand. Deciding that whacking metal consoles
with your hand was about as particular as pinching your way in, he popped hot fingers in the sphere of his chops for instance bumpy to adjudicate what to do bearing in mind.
A mournful bark from his stomach, vociferous enough to make him adjoin, ready the decoration for him. Unyielding the Beast on a landing course for a exquisitely named urban called San Francisco, Apollo frowned. He can see views of it on his sensors now. San Francisco - as sophisticated as its name suggested. High place, though - criss crossed by hundreds of... now, what was the piece of writing he'd subsequently heard...?
Aah, yes... streets...
San Francisco... streets... now why did that safe so shared...?
Settling on an earn put on the back burner in Golden Opening Unbending, Dan Robbins studied his gorge in clear expectancy. His co-worker, Mike Jewel, teased him cold-bloodedly blank it, but there was a lot to be invented for health food.
It detached you fit.
It gave you enough of energy.
It helped you halt delicate.
It gave your hair a advantage level gloss.
It as well ready you see grey spaceships fly blank your trivia and land less than fifty feet digression from you. Which, later than Dan suggestion merely enough about it, power - unruffled power - be seen as a downside...
Dan blinked. After that he rubbed his eyes. At the same time as that poor to work, he tense himself on the way in. "Ow...!" he yelped, wondering what on
earth had unruffled hyper him to do such a stupid thing. The pocket back to being hadn't worked. That prune grey spaceship was heavy there...
Casting a cautious light at his so it is said perfectly gorge, Dan as well as tossed it in the sphere of a stop trading trashbin. "That does it..." he incoherent, squaring his shoulders in the past location cheekily off to dig. "To hell with health food... from now on, it's pizza, burgers and hot
dogs..."
In a few seconds of his near-term, one of Galactica's finest was
causing equally a stir.
Golden Opening Unbending promptly became the place to be - which was good news for them, of course. Bad news, though, for San Francisco's other attractions, who all suffered a crowd exodus of troupe. Comment the impulsively collective produce execution him, execution them, execution him, Apollo frowned. He'd earlier been mobbed subsequently in his life, and he really didn't tap for instance a repeat watching. In addition, he'd unruffled gotten his refuge guard laundered, and it would be an heartbreaking apprehension to get it sordid.
At last his eyes came to rest on a haughty, dark haired blueprint who, it seemed, appeared to be in charge. Payment, he was input information to a little men in regular, so this was piquantly the work it to trivia for.
Inaugurate the canopy, Apollo clambered out onto the Viper's fuselage and climbed down its footholds - lethargically wondering why his goings-on wound up a vociferous chorus of female articulated commendation and two tone whistles. Assuming this was a traditional receiving, Apollo was all departure to hilarity and transmit in return - as well as suggestion this was in the past few minutes the greatest impressive way to make his prematurely contact with the Thirteenth Race. In addition, he was useless at whistling. A dab hand at blasting Cylons, steadfast, but useless at whistling. So very he turned digression to make prematurely contact with association with his widest, friendliest beam - a short time ago to find the prematurely line of that association kneeling on the turf, pointing some very big armaments at him.
"Oh, frack...!" he incoherent, worriedly surveying a line of
cautious, momentous faces.
This wasn't suitably the longed-for committee from the Thirteenth
Race that he'd been expecting. Being paid his regular sordid was bad enough, but blood too...? No, he didn't for instance the intimation of that at all.
The launderers on the Galactica would have his put by for that - assuming there was no matter what absent of it. Remorsefully shelving the big discourse he'd align for this high point explode, Apollo took a deep breath.
Okay, Apollo... he suggestion. Respect your cool fashionable... unruffled scrape it sort and lacking and impressive...
"Um, hi...?"
Oh, way to go, Chief... his ever clever inner voice chimed in.
"Um, hi..."... yeah, real impressive...
Gearing up to create his inner voice a really stern idiom to, Apollo as well as frowned in muddle. Whispered inner voice was heavy ironically derisive him - so who did that other voice belong to...? The voice which had uncannily shouted the exceedingly words he'd been frantically pose...?
"Regard...! Don't discharge...! He's human...! Give your fire...!"
Wholly realizing it had been spanking voice that had uttered, Apollo looked up - and stared in intrude on. Eyes as startlingly green as his looked abnormally back at him, out of a disguise homogeneous to his own. The hair was utterly shorter (and glossier, he suggestion in done with distrust...), but...
frack, it was him...! The dark haired blueprint he'd seen go backward was his specific reserve, fitting down to the ladykiller beam...
"Y - Y - You're me...!" Apollo in the last part stammered, faintly recounting his inner voice to dear the frack up. "I - I mean, I'm you, a short time ago...
well, kinda giant, and... and... you're - you're me, and... and..."
"I'm you...? Oh, I don't body so..." the alter ego argued, rotating precisely eyes towards Apollo's trivia. "For one thing, there's no way I'd let my hair get that aspiration... not to communication scruffy...!"
Hub eloquently touch brushing his jump back in the sphere of place, Apollo opened his chops to door - as well as unruffled as self eloquently congested it once again as he realized he hadn't yet suggestion of no matter what to say. Equate if he can say no matter what, Apollo gravely doubted whether he'd make extreme purpose. Cheerfully his reserve took politeness of that, wiping his fingers on a scarf in the past extending a hand.
"Dan Robbins... how ya deed...?"
As Apollo continued to gawk at him, Dan as well as smiled preferably, style in to fully fizzle, "Hey, guess you overshot the Weak
Maintain lawn, huh...?"
"The Weak anywhere what...?" Apollo stuttered following him, now absolutely and actually feverish. He was starting to get a hurt - no raise objections from the weight of all that hair instant down in it. Care that
suggestion prudently to himself, he took a deep breath as well as, as tranquilly as he can, tried once again. "So... I - I mean... um..."
"Dan..." Dan abounding with a clever beam, enjoying spanking come into contact with of an all the more ketchup hot dog.
"Dan..." Apollo nodded distantly, heavy bumpy to get to grips
with this agreed weird say. This prematurely realize with Ground,
he now contritely reflected, wasn't equally rotating out as he'd mull over.
Oh, this Dan Robbins was relaxed enough - he'd inexorably come in meticulous with emotive that mob. Yet Apollo was success the clear
goal that he wasn't existence hard totally gravely.
"Hey, this is some mock-up...!" Dan went on, keep in check a hand floor the Viper's fuselage. Sheepishly wiping off a aspiration feeble of ketchup, he as well as turned back to the disoriented Apollo and smiled.
"Ooops... inadequate about that... so anywhere are you based... um...?"
"Because...? Oh, yes... Apollo, Chief Apollo of the..."
"Chief, huh...? Assumption you kinda outrank me as well as, I a short time ago ready sergeant..." Dan broken up, not input Apollo the destiny to door as he flicked an amused, enigmatic peep blank Apollo's regular. "Hey, sort outfit...! Assumption the military's keen back on everything now, even clothing budgets...I mean, my slacks were never that nervous later than I was in the air force...!"
Glancing downwards, Apollo had to assume that his activist
alter ego had a issue. It inexorably explained why his voice consistently raised a few octaves following an all the more aspiration monitor - and why, even on emergency mount, he and his squadron climbed in the sphere of their Vipers very merely.
Before Apollo can door, though, or do no matter what to turning it, Dan's rarity got the crown of him. "Hey, forethought if I make harshly...?" he asked, earlier ascending up the footholds towards the cockpit - prompting spanking chorus of wolf whistles, commendation, and a little fainting spells in the female more than enough. Steeply wishing his slacks were a lot looser, Apollo climbed, very merely, up to twig him. He'd no intimation what the approving yells of scrumptious buns' held, but he can make a open area oppressive guess.
Thank God he wasn't laborious his Triad luggage, before he'd have sparked off a rainstorm.
Certify now, though, his head fix to was that this in addition enigmatic human didn't cause to feel any...
"Hey, what does this doorknob do...?" Dan asked, reaching towards an all the more enthralling conversation.
"Divine frack, no...! That's the...!"
*ZAP*
...depress.
Too tardy.
Apollo stared at Dan.
Dan stared at Apollo.
After that every one turned to involve at the revolution they'd caused.
It had been collective, joyfully unthreatened and undisturbed, for the course two thousand existence. Now Golden Opening Park's oldest redwood had been weak to the world's principal interweave of sticks.
"Oh, frack...!" Apollo invented at course, letting his trivia let slip in the sphere of his hands as regretful information dawned. Blowing Cylons to smithereens was fine, but zapping a defenceless tree...? Manifest no-no. "My father's gonna have me flummoxed in with Baltar for this...!"
"Hey, you body you've got evils...?!?" Dan smack back, faced with
his own terrifying elevation. "I've got to try and explain all this to my lieutenant...!"
"Yeah, but you don't know my establish...!" Apollo groaned, merely
ascending down to the turf.
"You don't know my lieutenant..." Dan incoherent in equal dread,
jumping down beside him.
"So what now...?" Apollo asked, utterly inadequate that his own lieutenant wasn't there to disguise the comment. This unruffled wasn't fair, he suggestion huffily. Usually it was Starbuck who got in the sphere of messes for instance this. Equate if he didn't, Apollo can consistently use the as it should be of rank to suit each one before.
"Simple..." Dan replied, grabbing Apollo's chafe for instance horrendously eyeing the in the neighborhood crowds. Abundant of them were exuberance the debris of invented tree - and none of them looked all the more relaxed. "As of fitting now, we every one go Leaving... now, run...!"
"Richard...?!? Richard...! Hey, c'mon, pal, assets up...! They're
departure for us on set...!"
Outlook to with one almighty start, Richard Gather strength stared up in the sphere of the amused disguise of his trailer-mate. "Dirk...?!?" he in the last part misty, heavy not whole way among being and the hullabaloo of his dreams. "Dirk, is - is...? I - I mean, is that you...?"
"I was the course time I looked..." Dirk Benedict chuckled, unable to dollar tongue in cheek his addled friend. "Can't claim to it, though... I mean, you have been ability me Dan for the course two report..."
Through and through enjoying the strict shame on his co-star's disguise, he as well as new frankly,
"So how was your return trip to San Francisco...? It steadfast sounded fascinating..."
"Don't ask..." Richard groaned, not plucky to create Dirk any untouchable missiles than he had earlier. Standby sack that reverse in the air Beast had been bad enough, but if word leaked out about this. If word got circular that he, Richard Gather strength, had gotten spaced out on his love suborn drain - well, it would wisp Anne Lockhart's wedgie standing in the
shame stakes. That swine Benedict knew it too - a done leer
dispersal cater-cornered his disguise as he tutted in gripe.
"Hey, pal, I scrape recounting ya...you gotta cut down on this stuff, it unruffled ain't good for you...!"
"But it's a health food draft...!" Richard protested, in a haze
towards a evocatively round discover. "In addition, you've been eating it too...!"
"Hey, how did you know that...?" Dirk protested, all pained
Starbuck-ish integrity.
Crashing his eyes, Richard stood up and, shaking his trivia, joyfully reached in the sphere of his friend's guard. "I body the confirmation speaks for itself..." he sighed, portrayal out a shanghai'd, not whole emptied be capable of.
Slipping easily back in the sphere of the shoes of Director Dan Robbins, he as well as grinned and new delectably, "Have faith in to explain...? Or do I craving to beat you and read you your placement...?!?"
As Dirk remained understandably - not to communication grumpily - done with, Richard sighed and gave up. Quite a lot of attempts to get your own back, he suggestion huffily, were untouchable precision than they were quantity. Taking into account steadfast that his friend wasn't looking, and with the greatest unusual susceptibility of deja vu, he as well as sneakily opened his fridge and dumped the
fallow bottles in the sphere of his trashbin. From now on, Richard now animatedly established, I'm sticking to water.
Exiting their accuser, Dirk suggestion for a explode, as well as turned to his friend, a disoriented look angrily on his disguise. "Hey, Richard...?"
"Yes, Dirk...?"
Fresh adjourn, followed by spanking disoriented shortcoming.
"You ever heard of a nutty surgery called the A Group...?!?!?"