A/N: I've recently come up with idea of Star TrekxBattlestar Galactica fanfic, I do not own any Star Trek or Battlestar Galactica characters or ships, although my OC's are mine, if you want to use them, ask me via review or by private message.

-Admiral, two klingon D-7's decloaking dead ahead! - shouted Yolat from his console

-RED ALERT! ALL HANDS BATTLESTATIONS!

-We're being hailed.

-On screen.

-Admiral Kielski, how good to see you and The Enterprise, especially in my trap.

-Frak off, Kor. You are in Federation space, disengage or be destroyed.

-Well, well, well, I should remind you that you're outgunned. Those cruisers are newest refit of previous D-7 class, prepare to be destroyed.

-You are wrong Kor, cut him out Uhura.

-Aye sir.

-Yolat, target their engines, fire main guns!

Unlike other ships Enterprise was refited after it arrived to Earth in early weeks of World War III. We added "few" guns that could provide us fire support from high altitudes, without taking flak damage from enemy. After it ended those weapons were coverted to be able to fire in space without changing it's effectivness. Our gun compartment consisted of 36x406mm main guns, taken from Iowa, Missouri and Wisconsin, over 20x 127mm guns and large number of AAA guns.

-Locking weapons on target, we have lock.

-Let's drop some lead on those motherfrakers! FIRE MAIN GUNS! - small shocks are passing through our ship, as inertial dampeners are overloaded by massive salvo firing towards nearest D-7. When shells reach their target, it vanishes it big explosion.

-Good shooting Yolat, Lt. Gałecka bring as about, time to get Kor.

-Aye, aye sir. - says my daughter. She's formally Lieutanant Commander, but we all used to call her by Lt. Then something hits our ship.

-Damage report!

-Main power is offline, they somehow penetrated our shields.

-Damnit, set a course to that nebula. I don't like to loose, full impulse!

After reaching it, we entered something like ion storm.

-Everone hang on! We need to make through this!

-I'm reading heavy energy signature dead ahead! It can destroy us if we get inside!

-HARD TO PORT!

-Too late!

Sudden bright light strucks bridge, one more big bump, and I hit something hard.

Two hours later. Unknown place.

-Uhhh ... where the frak are we? - I say with heavy head pain.

-God knows, apparently we've been struck by that energy, but somehow it hadn't destroyed us.

-Damage report Mister Scott!

-Main power is still offline, I don't think if we can bring it back, we had serious power surge in our couplings.

-What's their condition?

-Completely fried, I'm trying to use spare ones we still have, but I don't think I can make anything from them.

-Damnit, we're dead in water.

-Exactly Admiral.

-For the last time, stop calling me by that rank, I always wanted to be simple Starfleet captain.

-Like you wish sir.

-I detect warp signatures comming in, they will arrive in anytime now.

-Yellow alert, full power to defense systems!

When the ships arrive, we are all stunned by their construction.

-What is this?!

-I don't know, they appear to not be in our database.

-Readings ?

-Their weaponary is almost same as our, but they do not have shields.

-Are you kidding me? Who would build such a massive ship and not install shields on it?

-They're targeting us!

-Without haling? Something is not right, scan all frequencies.

-Captain, you won't believe, they are on some ancient one 345.6khz

-WHAT?! On speaker.

-This is the Battlestar Galactica to unknown vessel, identify yourself or we will fire upon you.

Oh my god, not this, no space-continuum transport! I have enough of this.

-Give me them.

-Hailing frequencies open

-This is Rear Admiral Adam Kielski of the Federation starship Enterprise, to Battlestar Galactica, do not fire, I repeat do not fire! We are friendly!

-This is Galactica Actual, provide us Colonial recognition codes immediately.

-For fraksake! We cannot do that, as we are not a part of your Navy!

-You must be Cylons then, prepare to be ...

-Commander! We have Cylon baseship on DRADIS! - says the voice in the background.

-You have brough friends, toaster?!

-Captain, we're being targeted!

-You heard that Commander, they're treating us as a enemy, how could we be one of them?

-It might be distraction.

-Oh shut up! Cut him off Uhura.

-Engineering here. - I can hear Scotty's voice over comms.

-Go ahead.

-We got main power.

-Great work Scotty! Red alert! Full power to the shields, target it and fire!

-Incoming nuclear warheads, targeting Galactica.

-GET IN THEIR WAY! PROTECT THE FLEET! ALL HANDS BRACE FOR IMPACT!

We get in way of the missiles, huge bright light appears as they struck our hull.

-EPS couplings are overloading! - shouts Scotty over intercom.

-Reroute it to port phaser array! Yolat, target that baseship, fire when ready!

-Hang on!

Huge blow strucks our ship as we take another hit from their warhead

-FIRING!

Overloaded phaser fire sounds very weird, atleast it didn't blew up. Huge red array hits enemy vessel vanishing it.

-Holy ... we could use that in the future.

By that time my XO Corspa arrived on bridge.

-What is going on? - she asks with sleepy voice.

-Some space travel, taking on some nukes into our hull, nothing minor.

-What? Nevermind, I don't want to know.

-We are being hailed

-On speakers.

-This is Galactica Actual, now I believe you. No Cylon could get in the way of incoming warheads to save whole fleet, what is your damage?

-Well we have overloaded phaser array, main power is running on spare couplings, but we're okay.

-I would be happy to see your ship.

-You are welcomed commander, our docking bay will be opened.

-Thank you.

God, I don't believe that we travelled to another continuum again. We will see how is Earth here, or any planet they are living on.