001 [Dictated; Action]

[frakandfight]

[ The sound of rustling sheets, as if someone is frantically flipping through the journal. Kara is currently trying to figure out exactly how her journal works. It looks like a typical paper journal, right on down to its octagonal shape. But there was clearly more to it than that--it seemed to be a communication device. ]

Galactica, this is Starbuck.

[ She didn't expect it to work. Here she was, in some sort of fancypants room in some fancypants castle out of a children's book, on a planet with star constellations she couldn't recognize. Even if this book could broadcast anything she said...but she still had to try...just in case. Although it probably wouldn't to the right people toasters; but her surroundings were entirely too...foreign to be Cylon. Right? ]

Galactica, this is Starbuck. Confirm.

I blacked out. I was unable to shoot down the bogey. The storm it...[ should have destroyed her Viper. ] Look, I don't know where the hell I am, or where my Viper is, or how the frak I even got here. But I am ali--

[ She stopped right there, unable to continue. Was she alive? Could she say for sure? "I'll see you on the other side", she had said to Lee. Was this then...? ]

[Sigh. ] Well frak me...

Comments

[frakandfight]

I guess because the original cylons looked like giant frakking chrome toasters.

If we can find it. Do you happen to know earth's coordinates?

[arealwoman]

What changed? You said original.

I live on the planet, not in space. [ Not that space travel exists barring shuttle programmes ]

[frakandfight]

They evolved or something. Some of them look and act human. You have really no way to know if someone you know is a cylon or not.

[ Oh well, was worth a shot. ]

[arealwoman]

So you're just talking to anyone that could just hurt you?

Though I suppose regular people can do that too.

[frakandfight]

[ That was one way to look at it. ]

I don't exactly trust anyone easily. [ Though that really had nothing to do with cylons. ] We know of seven cylon models. And there are twelve. So there aren't that many more people that could be cylons.

And we'll find out eventually who they are.

[arealwoman]

There might not be many that could be but you don't know who is. Isn't that a bit of a problem?

[frakandfight]

Yeah, it's scary as frak. But you could drive yourself crazy thinking everyone around you's a cylon.

[ So it's something she tries not to think about too much. And the very few people she does trust, she's pretty sure aren't cylons. ]

[arealwoman]

And you manage to not?

[frakandfight]

[ She pauses for a moment, thinking. How to describe the process--what they had all been through? ]

After a while you just deal with it. That thinking about it doesn't get those motherfrakkers dead any faster.

[arealwoman]

Right. [ She guessed? ] Hopefully there's none here then.