A/N: I feel rather ashamed. I don't know a lot about Battlestar Galactica, so please forgive me. I haven't really seem season 3 yet, so don't criticize me on that...o.o Anyway, I hope this is okay... I also don't know if certain things should be capitalized or not...

'What is it?' Rose asked as she strutted up to the mainframe of the TARDIS controls. The Doctor was busily flying his hands over the various buttons and switches, his funny thick-rimmed glasses glued to his face.

The Doctor looked up. 'Nothing,' he stated simply.

Rose laughed lightly. 'Then why do you look like Jarvis Cocker?'

The Doctor look up, an expression of pure hurt on his face. 'Well, I'm sorry,' he mumbled. 'But I think the TARDIS wants us to go somewhere.'

Rose smiled to herself. She loved it when the Doctor was so interested in what the TARDIS was telling him. He had completely missed something extremely important, at least to Rose.

Then he looked up once more. 'What are you wearing?' he asked, disgust layering his voice.

Rose shifted uncomfortably in her skimpy, maroon mini-dress. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun. 'What, don't you like it?' she asked anxiously.

The Doctor looked up again, inspecting her outfit. 'Well…why are you wearing it?'

Rose stared at him with expressionless disappointment. 'Fine,' she murmured, turning away. 'I'll take it off.'

'It's not that I don't like it,' the Doctor added hastily, his voice fading. Finally, he added, 'All right, it looks a bit…weird.'

'Well what's weird?' Rose insisted.

The Doctor twiddled with his ear with his right hand. 'Er…weird.'

Rose rolled her eyes and turned to walk through the doors leading to the TARDIS's vast expanse of rooms and hallways.

'Well, it wouldn't look exactly "right" where we're going,' the Doctor called after her.

Rose looked back. She supposed that the Doctor meant they were going into the past. But who would want him in the past? After their encounter with Queen Victoria, she was sure he wasn't wanted anywhere near Scotland.

Without saying anything in response, Rose turned to climb the stairs leading to the uppermost hallway. When she reached the enormous closet of clothes from all eras, she dug around looking for something like the outfit she wore for her 'meeting' with the Gelth.

Eventually, she made her way back to the main control room where the Doctor was waiting patiently.

'You're back,' he stated simply without sparing her a glance. 'Good. Now we can get going. Hm…let's see…2125, here we come.'

Rose started. '2125?' she echoed incredulously.

The Doctor turned to look at her—and immediately burst into laughter.

'I though you said mini-dresses wouldn't work with where we're going,' Rose confirmed.

Once the Doctor caught his composure, he turned to Rose. 'It won't,' he said. 'The TARDIS is getting a message from the year 2125, from some sort of spaceship far away from Earth.'

'How do you know mini-dresses won't work?' Rose insisted.

The Doctor stepped aside to reveal the TARDIS's main screen. She saw a display of an enormous ship in the depths of space, the words 'Battlestar Perseus' imprinted on its side. Multiple smaller jets hovered around the main ship, circling like hawks above prey.

'Do you think everyone on board wears mini-dresses?' the Doctor asked, sarcasm thick in his voice.

Rose couldn't resist a small laugh. Without another word, she turned to get some different clothes.

'What do you think you're doing?' Commander Gelth asked calmly, her thick black hair pulled tight in a ponytail.

Captain Red looked up at her. 'I was just calibrating—'

'I didn't ask you to calibrate anything,' Commander Gelth scolded, reaching out her hand to wrap it around the captain's.

'I'm very sorry, Commander,' Captain Red stammered, pulling his hand away from the Commander's. He took a step back. 'I thought the vipers would need test runs.'

'Are you implying that my Deck Chief isn't doing a proper job?' the Commander guessed. When Red didn't reply, she continued, 'You're dismissed, Captain. Go back to your station.'

Captain Red saluted hastily and made his way out of the observation deck.

Commander Gelth turned and watched as the vipers slowly drew back to the Battlestar. Maybe Red was right to have tested the new ships, but he shouldn't have done it without orders, especially without permission from Commander Gelth. There was so much ne needed to know.

'Commander,' said a low voice. Gelth turned to see Colonel Smith standing in a salute.

Gelth quickly saluted her XO, who immediately started his request. 'Commander Gelth, we have a…security breech.'

Gelth's eyes widened even the slightest bit. 'A security breech?' she echoed. 'How is that possible?'

The colonel shrugged rather informally. 'We don't know,' he answered. 'It just sort of…appeared.'

Gelth laughed slightly. 'And how's that possible? What is this thing, anyway?'

Smith shifted uncomfortably. 'It…a blue box. A big blue box.'

Jenny rushed over to Trisha's side. 'What is it?' she asked hurriedly in a whisper.

'There's a security breech!' Trisha whispered back with the same amount of urgency. But Jenny couldn't miss the hint of excitement in her voice.

She laughed softly. 'Well then what are we waiting for?' she murmured, flipping over to pull her bleached-blonde hair into a ponytail. 'Do we need any sort of signal to attack?'

'We don't know if it's friendly or not,' Trisha replied, boredom replacing the excitement. 'Why do they have to be so cautious about everything? Don't they want to know what it is?'

'Well, what is it?' Jenny asked.

Trisha burst into laughter all of a sudden.

'What?' Jenny questioned, concerned. 'Trisha, what's so funny?'

Trisha stopped, wiping a fake tear away from her eyes. 'I'm sorry,' she muttered. 'But Colonel Smith said it was…a blue box.'

Jenny tipped her head to one side. 'A…blue box?' she echoed. 'What's so threatening about a blue box?'

Trisha shrugged. 'That's not for me to say,' she whispered. 'But apparently it's "dangerous."' She lifted her fingers to give the word 'dangerous' finger quotes.

The two laughed together before Colonel Smith entered the room. Everyone immediately got to their feet, raising their hands in salutes.

'At ease,' Smith said before walking to the podium at the head of the room. 'As you all know, there has been a security breech.'

Jenny giggled to Trisha.

'I know the whole topic may sound unbelievable, but there has been sightings of a big blue police box around sectional seven. We're going to send some people over to investigate, but we need some pilots to take a couple vipers around the premises.'

'Why?' Jenny found herself asking out of turn. 'The police box was found inside Perseus. Why should we look around outside?'

Smith stared at Jenny. After one moment that seemed to have lasted for an eternity, he said coolly, 'We don't know where the box came from. It could be a trick of the cylons.'

Jenny whispered lowly to Trisha, 'Of course it is.'

Smith straightened. 'Since you're so keen to discover what the police box is doing here, how about you go out with Cat and Sweeper?'

Jenny glanced at Trisha, who shrugged with carelessness. 'I kind of wanted to investigate the box, sir,' she said aloud.

Smith eyed down Trisha. 'Those were orders,' he stated simply. 'Cat, you will go with Sweeper and Artemis.'

Trisha nodded and glanced at Jenny, who was glaring down the colonel. She didn't want to see what was going on outside. There was surely nothing outside.

As the group left the plan room, Sweeper, or Chris, came up to them. 'Keep it in line, Artemis,' he said coolly to Jenny. 'You don't want to get on the XO's case for anything.'

'Oh, shut it, Chris,' Jenny hissed. 'I've been here longer than you.'

'Ah, but who's the one acting like a major?' Chris scoffed, heading off to find Smith.

Trisha turned to Jenny. 'Don't listen to him,' she whispered. 'He's just jealous that you get the special viper.'

'Oh, please,' Jenny scoffed. 'He's not jealous of anything. I mean, so what, I have the special viper.'

Trisha smirked. 'And everyone on the whole frakking Battlestar knows why.'

'Shut it,' Jenny laughed, whacking her friend lightly on the shoulder. The two followed Chris to the docking bay, where Jenny knew Chief waited.

'Hello, Chief,' Chris said, nodding to Deck Chief Carter. The tall blonde boy who looked not even a day over eighteen nodded back and turned to Jenny and Trisha.

'I see you three are heading out to investigate outside,' Chief said. 'You're the lucky ones, if you ask me.'

Jenny scoffed lightly. 'Oh, please,' she mumbled. 'Ask Cat here. She wanted to see what was up with the blue box.'

'Yes, it does seem rather odd,' Chief agreed. 'Why the hell would a blue police box be in the middle of sectional seven?'

Jenny nodded.

'You three had better get going,' Chief mumbled. 'We don't want to keep the colonel waiting.'

Jenny nodded once more and walked smoothly up to her viper. Before she climbed in, she ran her hands over the smooth carving on the side. 'Artemis' it read, revealing her call sign.

'You are lucky, you know,' Trisha said from behind her. She turned to see her placing her helmet on her head. 'Chief favours you.'

Jenny laughed. 'But he doesn't have to.'

'That's the special viper,' Trisha pointed out. 'He built that specially for you.'

'He was building it before he even got here,' Jenny tried.

Trisha laughed loudly. 'You think that's going to work on me? He's practically new!'

'He was working on it back on Caprica,' Jenny defended hastily. 'He just…gave it to me.'

Trisha nodded, sarcasm gleaming in her eyes as she opened the cockpit and climbed inside. Jenny glanced at her call sign once more before following suit.

'Artemis, Cat, and Sweeper,' came the light voice of Chief. 'Are you all ready?'

'Ready,' came Sweeper's voice. Once inside the cockpit, they no longer went by their names. It was battle time.

'And yet we're not battling anything,' Artemis whispered aloud grudgingly.

'What was that?' Cat asked.

'Nothing,' Artemis replied.

'All right, you're free to go,' Chief said.

Artemis took no time to prepare. She flashed her fingers across the special viper's controls and before she knew it, she was flying through the space.

'What're you in a hurry for?' Cat laughed.

'Shut it,' Artemis snapped.

'If you ask me, she's all too ready to get away from Chief,' Sweeper put in.

'I said shut it, you two,' Artemis insisted, zooming away from the group.

Artemis glanced down at the controls. They were easily set up, almost as if Chief knew he'd be giving it to a certain someone he favoured among the rest.

It was sort of customary to name vipers, just as having call signs. At least, that was the case for Artemis on Battlestar Perseus. She felt rather touched that Chief had given her the viper, and therefore had named it.

'All right, Sandstorm,' she whispered, trying hard not to let the others hear. 'Let's see what we've got, although I'm almost sure it's nothing—'

A scream split the silence.

'Cat!' Sweeper yelled through the com. 'Cat, come in! Cat, where are you?'

'You split up?' Artemis shouted to Sweeper. 'I thought we were supposed to stick together!'

'Well, you weren't exactly following those rules either, you hypocrite,' Sweeper spat.

'Who frakking cares?' Artemis snapped. 'Where's Cat?'

Sweeper instantly came into view beside Sandstorm. 'Well, are you going to help me look or not?'

Artemis scowled at him through Sandstorm's viewer and zoomed away, turning criss-crosses through the sky.

It wasn't long before another scream emerged from the com. But this time, the voice belonged to Sweeper.

'Sweeper!' Artemis shouted. Realization hit her like a fast ball. She was now alone. Alone with whatever was out there.

Quicker than ever, Artemis switched Sandstorm into gear and raced across the small exploration field. 'Cat! Sweeper!' she called. 'Come in!'

No answer.

'Trisha! Chris, can you hear me?'

No answer.

Determination and fear boiling inside her, Artemis swished around and headed across, away from Perseus. It was possible that the two had ventured too far to pick up signals. But the further she flew away from the Battlestar, the more she realized that Cat and Sweeper were nowhere to be found.

Anxious and defeated, Artemis turned around a began the trip back to Perseus. She kept a good look-out for any signs of her comrades along the way, but they never showed up.

'Artemis, Cat, and Sweeper, come in,' came the relaxed voice of Colonel Smith.

Artemis closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. 'I'm here, colonel. But I'm afraid to say that Cat and Sweeper are not.'

Smith was silent for a few moments. 'What do you mean?' he said eventually.

'With two screams, they vanished,' Artemis explained, the fear trembling in her voice. 'Colonel, I don't what happened to them, but I'm coming back.'

'You're just going to abandon them?' came the voice of Chief.

Artemis sighed. 'Chief, I'm quite sure they aren't here. Something got them.'

'Maybe it was a cylon ship,' Smith suggested.

'But my radar would detect any cylons,' Artemis protested. 'It wasn't anything like we've seen before. They just...disappeared.'

There was silence on the other end, which was soon replaced with a tremendous crackling white noise. 'Colonel! Chief! Are you there?' When no one replied, she sped more quickly to the docking bay, eager to get out of the silent exploration field.

With a flash of bright white, Artemis stopped in her tracks. 'What was that?' she mumbled. 'Cat? Sweeper, is that you? 'Cause if it is, it's not funny.'

There was no reply. Her breath coming in shallow, hard gasps, she plunged deeper in space and zoomed in on the docking bay entrance. She didn't want to spend any time figuring out what that thing was.

Another flash appeared, and clicking noises sounded on Artemis's com. Confused and scared, she pressed a few buttons to stop the com signal.

But the clicking noise continued.

'Who's there?' she called loudly, flicking on her com again. There was no response. Without hesitating, she asked Chief to kindly open the gate so she could get the frak out of there.

The doors didn't open.

'Chief!' Artemis shouted. Then she remembered that the signal had been interfered with something, that clicking noise.

And with a terrified scream, Artemis disappeared like the others.

A/N: ...It's kinda long, but that's just how I write. Anywayz, reviews, please!!!!!