Bill Adama looked around the little settlement he and his fellow colonists had built with a little pride. Adama, like everybody else, Ever since their journey ended with the Colonials arriving on this world, had asked a lot for his people, especially since they were the same race except with often totally different religious taboos from denying specific medicines to petty little prejudices which had followed them out into the stars, but since they were living in the same community which had been a controversial decision on Roisin's part, they had been forced to work together to survive on this world until their population was quite large, but since they'd arrived they had found a very primitive race living here already. They were humans, their initial examinations proved that Adama had heard dozens of sci-fi ideas of aliens spreading DNA around, and seeding worlds, but there was no proof that had happened here.

"Dad?"

Adama turned and smiled when he saw his son, Lee with his pregnant wife Kara. The young woman was positively glowing during the pregnancy.

"Hi Lee, how are you doing?" He greeted both of them with a warm smile; he'd always had a soft spot for Kara Thrace despite her coarse and unashamed attitude. In many ways, she was the kind of pilot he had once been, during the Cylon wars.

"Settling down!"

"We're doing great, dad; I never imagined farming was going to be in my future," Lee said tiredly.

Adama chuckled. "Neither did I, son, neither did I."

The settlement was extremely basic with a number of wooden huts that were insulted with mud and straw; despite them throwing away their ships, which was a merciful release since all of the ships had suffered from extreme fatigue during their evacuation since the colonies were bombed and nuked by the Cylons and the damage they'd taken over the years, there were still a few tools lying around that they'd thought they could use to make colonising the planet simpler although some of them were just too advanced to really make a farmer/hunter community. They'd been replaced with stone tools instead, inspired by the tools used by the people here.

They'd spent the last two years transplanting their old grains and fruits from their colonies and they'd experimented with the fruits and vegetables that were here, and they were currently educating themselves to be farmers. It was a trial and error system they'd had to learn from and just use the experiences they gathered to help them while they lived here.

"How's it going, at the farm?" Adama asked.

"Slowly," Lee said simply. "We managed to tame some of those animals, and they pulled the ploughs through the soils and we scattered the seeds, but now we just have to wait and see if anything grows."

Adama hoped something did grow. This planet was extremely fertile, and after some basic tests they'd found the soil samples would take the herbs, vegetables and grains they'd brought with them, but there were some things that they still didn't know, and without any technology to help them, the Colonials had to continue their experiments to see if they could indeed grow things.

"I'm sure they will, son," Adama said, hoping to inject confidence into his son's attitude.

"I hope you're right," Lee said with a smile.

"How's it been going here?" Kara asked.

"Some people are still trying to get used to their new technology-free colony; there are a few calls to build a hydroelectric dam or waterwheel to start over," Adama said.

"I thought we weren't going to do that," Lee observed.

"We're not," Adama replied, "but the idea of showing the natives the good that can be made with machinery is intriguing, but the idea will need to be looked into since we came here in the hopes of making a clean slate."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I actually like living without technology," Lee said.

Kara glared at him patting her pregnant belly for emphasis, "You try saying that when you want to make sure your baby is safe and sound!" A moment later she shrugged sheepishly. "I like the clean air!"

Both men smiled at her.

"How are you doing, Kara?" Adama asked in concern.

"I'm doing great. I'm getting everything ready for the baby, and we've built a nice little nursery," Kara smiled.

"I'm sure!" Adama chuckled. "I think everyone heard the fight."

While Kara blushed sheepishly, Lee chuckled and looked at his father. "Have you heard anything from the explorer team?"

Ever since they'd arrived on the planet, the Colonials had sent out groups of people to explore beyond where they'd landed and built the settlement, to learn more about the planet, and to find new sources of food and to make contact with whoever was out there. Thanks to the teams, the colonials discovered new animals that were delicious and places where there was fresh water available.

"No, not yet," Adama said.

"Has anyone reached out to the natives?" Kara asked.

Adama sighed. While there were humans living on this planet, and some of them had proven to be extremely friendly there were others who were hostile, and the former Colonials had needed to learn how to fight back without their weapons, and while their military training had allowed them to survive, it had made some people extremely prejudiced towards the other natives, who had traded with them in the past; some were happy they had friends, they just didn't want it to go too far.

"One or two, the good news is there are a few tribes who seem receptive to us, so that means I can see us intermingling later," his tanned skin flushed a little at the image, amusing the woman mercilessly. "But there's still too much religious dogma holding people back, but it will happen later when the old guard is gone."

Kara and Lee's expressions darkened. They knew what he meant. "Dad, don't speak like that," his son admonished him.

"I'm sorry," Adama realised what that sounded like and he instantly back peddled, "I'm sorry, but that's how I feel. I've seen so much and I'm tired. But I plan to be there, and see the pair of you still happy with the baby," he smiled at Kara, knowing he would find the time away from the council to spend time with his grandchild. Kara and Lee's baby, along with the other women who were pregnant, were the future of the Colonials and while the memory of the Cylon war would never really be forgotten, given the archive they had left on the moon, it would be centuries before they got back into space.

Somehow that reassured him a great deal.

Author's Note - There's more to the humans living on Earth than they appear to be, and it will have terrific implications for their history later in this series of one-shots. The idea of humans being aliens who settled on Earth isn't a new idea, but I plan to blend it all together. Enjoy.