SMSTSS 43: To Wish Upon a Battlestar! – By Ocramed

Disclaimer: SM, R1/2, ST, Battlestar Galactica and other properties belong to their respective owners.

Note: This is a two-part story (maybe more, if need to be or requested).

Special Note: This story serves to clean up the events of "Battlestar Galactica", its re-imagined series, "BSG: Caprica", "BSG: Blood and Chrome" and "BSG: Razor".

Author's Note: As always, C&C are welcomed.

Part 1

There are those who believe that life here began…out there, far across the Universe, with tribes of humans, who may have been the fore-fathers of the Egyptians, the Toltecs or the Mayans. Some believe that there may yet be brothers of Man who even now fight to survive somewhere beyond the Heavens…

200,000 Years Ago: Earth (Milky Way Galaxy).

"Do you think it's a good idea that we didn't interfere in this…kidnapping?" Iusasset said, as she, and Izanagi sees the departing Celestial vessel moves higher into the sky, bound for other parts of Avalon, the original name of the Milky Way Galaxy.

"Well, this isn't the first time these guys came here," Izanagi said. "In fact, Earth is a breeding ground for all humanoid species, starting with the Silurians, followed by the Altarians. Well, that we know of…"

"So…where do you think this latest batch of humans will be planted?"

"I heard that these 'Preservers' are interested in starting up a home in one of this galaxy's dwarf galaxy," Izanagi said.

"Honestly, I don't know why anyone would agree to letting this happen," Iusasset said, as she shook her head.

"Blame it on the gods and other immortals for being nervous because of Lord Yuga Khan and his minions," Izanagi said. "I know for a fact that Chronos is willing to gain knowledge from the Celestials just to protect himself and the rest of the Titans."

"Maybe, we can visit their new world some day?" Iusasset said, not wanting to remind Izanagi that she, although mother of the gods of Heliosopolis, was a Titan herself, although, as one, she was known as Theia, the so-called "Shining Goddess". "I mean, shouldn't we check on them, to make sure the Preservers will set them up right?"

"I don't see why not," Izanagi said, as he turned to the capital city of the Kingdom of Atlantis, which had been built has a place where the Earth gods and immortals could commune with the Celestials on matters of importance. After all, the last thing anyone wanted was to anger the very beings who were instrumental in creating life on the planet many times over. In some ways, the Celestials were the "gods" of gods, immortals AND men…

"I would be very curious as to what comes out of this latest…'experiment'…"

152,060 Years Ago: Kobol (Cyrannus Galaxy).

"Then, it is done," Izanagi said, as he and Iusasset looked up at the departing ships. "Once the fleet has cleared, the mortals will go colonial worlds of the Cyrannus Star System, while their 'automatons' will migrate to the colonial world within the Terran Star System. Hopefully, the peace between former master and former servant will come about, due to the distance between star systems."

"It's…a shame that the Preservers' grand experiment failed," Iusasset said sadly. "I mean, couldn't the mortals and their creations have worked out SOME kind of deal to live in peace?"

"I guess not," Izanagi said. "The mortals wanted to keep their slaves, and their machines wanted to have their freedom. Neither side was willing to compromise."

"But look at all this," Iusasset said, as she shows off the burnt ruins of a planet in ruin. Even now, the fires caused by the exchange of nuclear weapons continued to wage on…

"Couldn't the two sides have compromised even a little, for the sake of THIS?"

"Doubtful," Izanagi said. "The only thing we can do now is repair the damage that was done, and hopefully, the planet will heal."

"Well, we better let the Altarians know what's up," Iusasset said. "And let them know that we're shutting down the Stargate. I don't want anyone, especially the Gao'uld, know that Kobol is ripe for scavenging…"

150,063 Years Ago: Caprica (Cyrannus Star System).

"So, you can help bring back our families?" asked Billionaire genius Dr. Daniel Graystone, CEO of Graystone Industries, as he sat in the conference room, at Grayson Industries, with his wife Amanda, and local civil liberties attorney Joseph Adama. Before the terrorist act, caused a pro-monotheistic group known as "Soldiers of the One", that took their respective family members lives.

"It is possible, thanks to your…'holoband' technology," Usagi said, as she points to a headband that was sitting on the table. Normally, Usagi made it a point to not interfere in the affairs of non-Earth realms. However, considering the fact that she and Ranma were both lost in time, and have lost their ship and crew, the couple had no choice but to go native. At least, go native long enough to repair their shuttle pod, so that they could remedy their present circumstance…

Unfortunately, that meant getting capital together, and the only one the funds to do what Usagi and Ranma needed to be done was Graystone Industries.

"From my understanding of the technology, you create a virtual icon when you jump into 'virtual reality' space," Usagi said.

"That is correct," Daniel said.

"Then, we simply build upon that for full cognitive functions."

"Well, Zoe, our daughter, did spend considerable amount of time in VR," Amanda said. "I am sure we have enough data available that you can use."

"My problem with this is that my daughter was not much into using holobands," said Adama. "It's not something that my people believe in."

"Pardon?" Usagi said.

"Oh, that's right," Daniel said. "You're 'Tauron', originally a refugee to Caprica."

"What of it?" Joseph said. "Do you have problem with Taurons-?"

"Gentlemen, we have lives to…save, for lack of a better phrase," Usagi said. "Shall we continue?"

"Let's," Daniel said. "Okay, let's get to the point. I do believe that you can help us without mutual problem, thanks to you having submitted a partial proposal to my office. Otherwise, you would not have been here. But I did some background checks on you, and…I've found nothing…"

Daniel leans over to the table to face Usagi with an intense gaze.

"Who are you?"

"Who I am is not your concern, Dr. Graystone," Usagi said. "As far as I'm concerned, my proposal speaks for itself. I will help you with your…'Cylon' program, with the goal of using the technology that will be developed from that program, to bring back those who were killed by the Soldiers of the One. But I will need…a blank check, if I am successful."

"That's outrageous," Amanda said, as she begins to stand up. She had misgivings about her meeting with Usagi as well. "This meeting is over-"

"I have…connections to help fund your endeavor," Joseph said.

"Oh, that's right. You're a 'Tauron'. Organize crime is in the blood-"

"Amanda, sit," Daniel said.

"But-"

"Trust me, I've looked over Miss Tsukino's proposal. Not only will we will get our loved ones back, but the technology that is spun out of her work will make our company more profitable."

Amanda looks at her husband, and then at Usagi…

"Fine," Amanda said, as she sits back down into her seat. "Have it your way."

"Okay," Daniel said with a nod. He then returned his attention back to Usagi.

"I will give you what you need, but all rights to the technology belongs to me-"

"I want ten percent of the proceeds from the sale of the technology to go to the surviving family members of the Soldiers of the One's terrorist attack, in the form of a charity," Usagi said. "As for me, I want a generous salary, but off the books."

"Agreed. "

"Good, then, nothing else, I will be going now," Usagi said, as she gets up from her seat. "I thank you for the opportunity to work with you, Dr. Graystone…"

A short time later, Usagi was leaving Graystone Industries, when Joseph walks up to her.

"Miss Tsukino!" Joseph said.

"Oh, Mr. Adama," Usagi said, as she turned to face Joseph. "I hope you will be doing okay, given that, well…"

"My son and I will begin the healing process," Joseph said. "But I want to thank you for given me a second chance. I…I wasn't that much a father and husband, due to my work-"

"Say no more," Usagi said with a smile. "If I am successful, you'll have your family back, albeit in a different way."

"I would like that," Joseph said with a smile. "And, if you need anything, let me know."

Joseph give Usagi is business card, which was treated with a special technology that allowed a constant flow of information to appear on the card."

"Um, thanks," Usagi said.

With a nod of his head, Joseph walks away.

Usagi takes a look at the business card again. She and Ranma might need legal representation if the authorities catch wind of their presence on Caprica. Still, with any luck, her research in Graystone Industries' Cylon Program won't be a source for future headaches…

150,042 Years Ago: BS-75 "Galactica" (Caprica Fleet Yard).

"Wow," said Ensign Willaim "Bill" Adama, said, as he stepped onto the main flight deck where the Viper Fighters, the Twelve Colonies' first line of defense, were being prepped. "I can't wait to fly one of those things against those damned toaster…"

For the past ten years, the Cylons have fought against their former masters to a standstill, with both sides of the so-called "Cylon War" taking heavy casualties. Thanks to having completed flight school, Bill was ready for some action…or so he thought.

"Actually, you're being assigned to THAT," said the Flight Officer, a he points to a Raptor Transport. Needless to say, Bill wasn't too pleased with the prospect of flying a 'space van'.

"…What?"

After being yelled at, Bill goes on to meet his co-pilot. He was surprised to see a familiar face.

"William Adama, reporting for duty, sir!" said Bill, as he saluted to his senior officer.

Ranma turned around from repairing his Raptor's internal gyroscope, and sees Bill.

"Bill?" Ranma said, as he straightens himself out.

"Ranma?" Bill said. He then smiled. "Hey, it's you!"

"Of course it is, squirt," Ranma said, as he took Bill into his arms to give him a healthy pat in on the back. "How you been? I haven't seen you since your 'acceptance-into-flight-school' party."

"Well, I WAS okay, until, well…"

"I know, you would rather fly a Viper right away," Ranma said.

"Yeah. But…why are you flying a 'van'? I know for a fact that you are one of the best damn pilots in the fleet."

"Well, it's a bit complicated-"

Just then, Bill sees yet another familiar face…

"Ranma, I got our orders for our next assignment from the commander," Usagi said, as she carried her secured briefcase in hand. "We can launch in six hours-"

"Hey," Bill said with a smile.

"Billy!" Usagi said, as she hugged her godson. "How are you?"

"I really WISH you didn't call me that, auntie," Bill said.

"Yeah, don't embarrass the young man," Ranma said jokingly. "He's still trying to earn his chest hairs."

"I REALLY wish you two stop treating me like a kid," Bill said. "I did graduate at the top of my glass, you know."

"I'm sorry we couldn't attend, on account of this," Usagi said. "But I did manage to speak to your father, Joseph, this morning."

"You spoke to Dad?" Bill said in surprise.

"I am your godmother, you know," Usagi said. "But don't worry. Neither Ranma nor I will treat you any different from any other member of the Colonial Fleet. Right Ranma?"

"So, I can yell at Bill if he screws up on something?" Ranma said jokingly.

"Hey, I'm not the one who will screw things up, 'old man'," Bill said.

"We'll see, my young friend, we'll see…"

Tbc.