After Action Review

By Nopporn Wongrassamee the Evil Author

Summary: Various people react to the events of the Transformers movie. All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again. Can I get off the ride now?

Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro. Battlestar Galactica belongs to… let me get back to you guys on that one.

Battlestar Galactica

Colonial Refugee Fleet

Near the Ionian Nebula

Some time after a message was sent

There were glowy people. At her young age, little Hera Agathon was only beginning to get the idea that most of the nonglowy people couldn't see them. She didn't see it as unusual. Actually, everything was unusual, interesting. This was but one more thing, and it wasn't even the most interesting one.

For example, one of the glowy people wanted to introduce her to a new friend.

So much to adult distress, Hera wandered off while no one was looking.

"It's not a real Viper," Gaeta announced.

"What?" Admiral Adama replied intelligently.

"Starbuck's Viper," Gaeta explained. "It's not real. Or more to the point, it's not Colonial manufacture. It's a very good imitation, but material samples taken from it don't conform to anything ever made in the Colonies."

"So the Cylons made a completely new Mark II Viper?" Admiral Adama asked. Not that Adama would put it past them, but making a new Viper from scratch seemed like an absurd waste of resources for a ruse that any idiot could see through.

"Actually," Gaeta continued, "the materials don't conform to anything that we know the Cylons have been using. They're," Gaeta paused, looking for the right term, "alien."

"And then there's the little matter of its ability to repair itself," Tyrol added. At the Admiral's questioning look, he continued. "The minor damage caused when we took the sample is gone. I swear, sir, I turned away for five minutes and then the little gouge we made was gone."

Hera's Mommy and Daddy flew planes. Lots of Mommy's and Daddy's friends flew planes too. One of the glowy people pointed out a plane that was different from the other planes. It had its own internal sparkle, kind of like the same sparkle people had inside.

Hera had yet to work out that most people couldn't see these sparkles.

The big room where the planes lived was empty and dark at the moment. No one but the planes observed Hera half crawl, half toddle over the the special plane. Once she reached it, she looked up wide eyed at the sparkly plane.

"Kah mos!" she called out.

Nothing on the plane moved. It sat there as inert as all the other planes, but Hera sensed that she had its attention.

"Kah mos!" she called out again.

Now the plane responded. Parts of it folded and unfolded, rearranging itself until a vaguely human shaped form towered above the child. It stood up, and then bumped its head against the ceiling with an audible clang.

Hera laughed happily.

Rubbing its head, the huge robot crouched down to observe the strange little organic creature. Glowing blue eyes regarded Hera thoughtfully. From snippets of conversation he had picked up from other humans, he had thought revealing himself would have alarmed these creatures. Yet this one not only displayed no fear, it obviously knew who and what Cosmos was.

"My name translates into your language as Cosmos," it said.

"Kah mos!"

"Cosmos," Cosmos corrected gently.

"Kah mos!"

"Cosmos. Cooooosmoooos."

"Kah mos!"

Cosmos gave up. "Can I help you, little one?"

"Kah mos! Play!" Hera replied.

"Play?" Cosmos considered this. "What is play?"

"Play! Fly!"

"Fly? Yes, I can fly," Cosmos said. "You wish to fly?"

"Fly!"

"Okay." With that, Cosmos transformed again, shifting back into the form of a Colonial Viper. The cockpit canopy slid open. "Hop in."

Alas, Hera's joy ride was not to be. For at that moment was when they were interrupted.

"Hera! There you are! Everyone's been looking for you!"

"Unca Dog!" Hera exclaimed as the adult picked her up.

"C'mon, kid," Hot Dog said as he carried her off. "Let's get you back to your, Momma."

"Bye, Kah mos!" Hera called, waving he little arm.

Unseen by Hot Dog behind his back, an arm unfolded from the Viper, waved back, then folded back in. The trip to Earth, Cosmos reflected, was going to be more interesting than he thought.