Sci-fi friday: Chapter... Whatever the hell I'm on.

Disclaimer: If I owned the shows, I would be playing Dr. Baltar. Or Dr. Jackson. Or maybe McKay. No, wait, back to Baltar. I mean, I have the right hair, and everything.

ANNOUNCEMENT: I'm holding a weekly disclaimer contest, my good friends, and if you want you disclaimer used, post it in a review. Actually, I'm using ones from all over the net, but if you want it called to my attention, put it in the review.

And finally an apology. Sorry it took so long, I find it hard to right after a cliffhanger. All knowledge presented in the story is merely speculation, and is therefore not spoilers. Well, Season two spoilers, all episodes, but none from three for obvious reason, okay, I'll shut up now.

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Starbuck looked to the man who seemed to be commanding the base. Gaius had said that his name was General O'neill

"General? Can I ask you something?"

"Yes?" He responded "Is it about coffee again?"

"No." she responded factually. "It's about that ring." She pointed to the ring, and the rest of the colonials followed, all searching their minds for what it could be. They were sure they had seen it before. Six also looked at the ring, but looked back quickly. "It's a Stargate, Gaius." She whispered in his ear "Your gods came threw it when they conquered your world."

"Shut up six" Was the only response she got.

"Who?" asked General O'neill, who was very perceptive. Six could tell that about him. Baltar had to respond fast or they would be found out.

"Umm, I said 'Stargate, I think'" Baltar replied. It was hard for him to come up with explanations as fast as he did. Six could tell that much.

"Oh." O'neill said. He was sure he had heard 'shut up six'. He might have been mistaken though. After all, what could that mean? Still he would have to talk to this Dr. Baltar person later. "Well, how did you know that?"

Damn, he would have to be going even faster now. She couldn't sense any ideas. Keeping his quiet for much longer would have unpleasant results. Fortunately, the human called Starbuck intervened. "On our world, it was a cultural artifact. Some people wouldn't know that" She glanced at Baltar, who didn't seem to be paying attention. He was looking over his shoulder. "But when I was returning to the planet to get the Arrow of Athena, I happened to see one, and was reminded of basic history class."

"I see..." General O'Neill sounded suspicious "Well, should we get the briefing started? Upstairs please." General O'Neill led them up the stairs, and opened the door.

Dr. Daniel Jackson looked up. He had never thought... scratch that thought. Never is NEVER appropriate for a member of a Stargate team. If you had asked him that night before his lecture when he thought that he would be travelling to other planets, he would have said never.
"Good evening..."

"Morning." McKay corrected.

"No, morning on Atlantis, evening here." Daniel continued. God he hated McKay. It might be the attitude, it might be the fact that he got to go to Atlantis. Who knows. He "As I'm sure you are aware." He nodded to the 'visiting dignitaries' as he had been told they were. They seemed to consist of a perpetually distracted man with glasses, a blonde girl smoking a cigar, a young looking military type who looked like he only got the job on this... he tried to remember the ship's name... "Their fleet, led by the ship the" this was important, think Daniel, think! "Galaxy"

"Galactica" The cigar smoking girl corrected.

"Thank you. Led by the Galactica, has recently discovered a planet that was heretofor believed to be mythical. Earth."

"Yeah yeah, what next?" McKay asked, not really caring. He just wanted to annoy Daniel.

"Well, if you would let me get started, I will tell you what the important bit is."

"And that is?"

"They want to live here."

McKay stood, well, sat, open mouthed
"We can't let them do that, the world's population... the economy..." actually he couldn't think of why they couldn't. There weren't even a million of them. Just enough for a small city.

"Actually, we can and will. The president has ordered a section of Iraq cut off and made a country for the colonials."

"What, but... That's... oh never mind." He stood up and left the briefing hall.