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Author's notes- This story takes place at the end of Crossroads, but Maelstrom never happened and Tigh and the others aren't Cylons.

Impressionable

Chapter 1- Reunion

Galactica's CIC

Great, just great.

To say William Adama is having a bad day is an understatement. Right after an argument with Roslin on Baltars trial, the Galactica jumped into the nebula that was pointed to them in the tomb of Athena.

But instead of finding Earth or another clue they lost all power almost immediately after launching the CAP and were now just drifting, dead in space.

"Lt. Geate what's the status on the generators"

"Almost there sir, we just need a few more seconds."

A few more seconds later the power slowly comes back on in the ship.

"Good work, Now lets see where the hell we …" Geata and alarms interrupted the commander mid-sentence.

"Sir, we have dradis contact! By the size I'm guessing…wait"

"What is it Mr. Geata" Shouted Adama getting annoyed at all the bad luck they were having in a span of a few minutes.

"Sir, by size and general shape the contact looks like a…Columbian class battlestar, like the Galactica."

"What! Who's on CAP?"

"Starbuck sir," Geate replied "She launched as soon as we finished the jump."

Adama grimaced; a few weeks ago she was taken off active duty due to the trauma she got on New Caprica, that damned cylon Leoben really worked a number on her. She'd been flying raptor supply runs for about a week, but this was her first time back in a viper.

"Get her on the line"

Starbucks Viper

Ahhh…frak

Kara cursed at her incredibly bad luck. She just got back in a viper when all hell breaks loose. A few seconds into the patrol she got a glimpse of an old single-winged cylon raider, the kind used forty years ago. It even had a centurion piloting the damn thing. This made her confused, but what really made this a Starbuck moment is the fact she couldn't raise the Galactica or anybody else on the radio.

After trying to shoot down the oddity (Her aim has gotten a little rusty) she followed it to an old Columbian class Battlestar that could have been a sister ship to the Galactica.

The strange ship had no colonial transponder and was surrounded by Mark IIs, forty year old raiders, and another type of fighter she has never seen before.

Now here she was, a lone viper facing an entire battle group, and having no clue what to do.

Then her radio buzzed to life with the Admiral voice on the other end"Starbuck, Report"

"Sir, you're not going to believe this."

"Is it a Columbian class Battlestar?"

"Um…Yes Sir, affirmative."

"Come back home Starbuck. We're trying to hail them on the radio."

CIC of Unidentified Battlestar

"I can't believe this! It's the Colonials! THE Colonials!"

Commodore Alice Landry tried her best not to smile at her second in command's obvious excitement. First Mate Joseph Kalashnikov (simply known as Kal) was a veteren of several skirmishes, battles, and campains, and had the medals to prove it; yet there was always a certain level of innocence about him.

The two were in a meeting discussing next week's scedual when the alarms started to go off and now the two are now making their way to the CIC.

As soon as they walked through the hatch to the CIC, Kals face turned into an expersionaless mask. Kal learned when to hide his inner child in front of his men and only brings it out in front of his few close friends.

Landry broke the chatter that had grown in the CIC "Stations people. Lets act like professionals."

She quikly took her place at the center table."Comm's have you hailed them yet."

The young ensign was at his station franticly switching switches and turning dials "I'm trying to find the wave length their using…and I think Iv'e found it." The young man hit a switch and the CIC of the Earth Battlestar Texas was filled with the voice of Admiral William Adama.

"Tu Acluss de Galactica amorcu e' solura"

The silence that filed the CIC was final broken by Kal. "Ummm…does anyone on this boat know how to speak colonial?"

Please RR, I'll get back to 1947 in the next chapter

"Tu Acluss de Galactica amorcu e' solura" is gibberish, because of the colonial worship of the greek and Roman gods, I think their language would be something that sound's like Latin.