The Journey's Trek

By Michael Weyer

Star Trek owned by Paramount.

Battlestar Galactica owned by Sci-Fi Channel.

I've read quite a few BSG crossovers but surprised no one has done it with this show. I had resisted at first but the original ideas came to me and decided to start it up and see reaction while having a lot to get to. All comments welcomed.

For Star Trek, imagine it late in what would have been season five while for BSG, it's season two, shortly before "Pegasus."

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Captain's Log, Stardate 7513.5. With four months left to the end of our five-year mission, many on board the Enterprise are eager to complete preparations for our return to Earth. However, we are still continuing our mission to explore new regions. Due to a recently completed treaty with the Klingons, several new planets have been freed from the Neutral Zone and are part of the Federation. The Enterprise has been sent to survey these planets for possible mining and colony endeavors.

"Coming out of warp now, Captain," Ensign Hikaru Sulu said from his spot at the console.

"Very well," Captain James T. Kirk lounged in the large chair at the center of the bridge, facing the large view screen. As always, he cut a dashing figure in his black pants and yellow command shirt, his light brown hair framing his handsome face. He rubbed at his hair as he turned to man next to Sulu. "Standard vectors, Mr. Chekov and set scanners for nearby life signs."

"Aye, sir," Ensign Pavel Chekov said in his thick Russian accent as he adjusted his controls. Kirk turned to face the corner of the bridge. "Analysis, Mr. Spock?"

"No signs of colonies or other inhabited worlds, Captain," the half-Vulcan said, bent over his console, gazing into a viewer. "The information on these planets were sketchy to say the least. Starfleet had expressed concerns of at least one planet being used as a hidden Klingon base to strike at the Federation from within."

"I'm aware of those reports, Mr. Spock and I wouldn't put it past some Klingons to try it," Kirk said. "Still, their high command seemed sincere in trying to make this deal. At the least, we should honor the face of the agreement."

"My father had aided in the negotiations, Captain," Spock pointed out.

Kirk smiled. "Which means they're perfect, correct?"

Spock turned from his station with his patented patient expression. "There is no such thing as utter perfection, Captain. We Vulcans merely attempt to come as close as possible."

Kirk raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Spock, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that sounded like a boast."

Spock frowned. "Captain, there is no need to be ridiculous."

Kirk's chuckle was cut off as a loud beeping ran out from the console. "Captain!" Sulu called out. "We have ships coming!"

"On screen," Kirk commanded as he twirled his chair to face it. The view screen showed the field of stars and planets before them. As Kirk watched, dozens of ships suddenly seemed to wink into existence, each with a bright white flash. They were an eclectic group, no two boasting the same designs. Some were small, others large, some resembling cargo vessels while others seemed different, such as one that was a spinning wheel with a pointed craft in the middle. At the center of the fleet was the largest ship of the lot, larger than the Enterprise. It was grey, metallic plated with two large nacelles at its sides, scarring evident on its hull. On one side was written a single word in large black letters: GALACTICA.

"They're resting roughly 2000 kilometers off our port side, Captain," Sulu said as he brought the ship to a full stop.

"Reading nearly fifty ships, Keptain," Chekov said, his accent thicker in alarm. "No known configurations with Federation databases."

"Good to see you've been studying those, Mr. Chekov," Kirk noted. "Spock, analysis."

Spock was peering over the scanners. "As Mr. Chekov stated, no match to known ships, Captain. Not Federation, Vulcan, Klingon, Romulan…"

"I get the picture, Mr. Spock," Kirk interrupted. "What can you tell me about them?"

Spock was too busy viewing his scans to be perturbed by the interruption. "No signs of standard warp drives or shields…They do seem equipped with some sort of faster than light technology but I am unable to determine its exact status."

"Life signs?"

"Scanning…Approximately 40,000 spread among the ships. The life signs read as human."

"Captain." Kirk turned to where Lt. Uhura was sitting at her station, a hand to the earpiece in one ear, her pretty black face in concentration. "I am detecting no subspace transmissions from these ships. However, I am getting a huge amount of chatter over standard radio wavelengths."

"Have they seen us?"

Uhura nodded. "I believe so, Captain. And it appears they are rather upset."

"Keptain!" Chekov piped up. "The large wessel has launched fighters!"

Kirk turned back to the screen to see a dozen small craft exiting the large ship at the center of the fleet. "Magnify." At his command, Sulu brought up an image of the fighters and enlarged it. The screen showed a dozen small ships, each of the same design, a pointed center framed by sharp wings hanging at angles. "Spock?"

The officer was already scanning the ships. "Reading fragmentation bullets and air to air missiles, Captain. Level one of space civilization warfare, they pose no serious threat to this ship."

"Shields up, nonetheless," Kirk commanded. "Set condition to Yellow Alert." As the lights on the bridge glowed, Kirk looked to Uhura. "Can you access the main radio lines?" As Uhura nodded, Kirk rubbed his chin. "Open a channel. Let's see if we can defuse this situation before it gets out of hand."

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"Fighters approaching target," Felix Gaeta spoke up as the red alert echoed through the CIC. Commander William Adama stood erect, gazing up at the large screens. Colonel William Tigh stood next to him, just as stern and hiding his worry as they saw the dots of the fighters heading toward the unidentified DRADIS contact."Figures we jump right onto a Cylon contact," Tigh muttered.

"Assuming it's Cylon," Adama noted. "The configuration doesn't match a Basestar."

"Who the hell else could it be?"

Reaching for a phone, Adama keyed in a number and spoke. "Galactica Actual to Starbuck. What do you see?"

There was a pause before the voice of Captain Kara "Starbuck" Thrace came over the speakers. "Starbuck here, Galactica. This thing is….damn."

"Can you be just a tad more specific, Captain?" Tigh groused.

"I'd put its size a bit smaller than Galactica, sir. White/grey hull, looks like a large saucer attached to a tube-shaped center and two nacelles hanging in the back. There's some writing on the front of the saucer, can't make it out from here."

"Has it made any threatening moves?" Adama asked.

"Not that we can see, sir. Hasn't launched any fighters and if it's Cylon, they've made a radical jump in designs."

"They might have," came the voice of Lee "Apollo" Adama from his own Viper. "We're ready to go hot on command, sir."

"Hold for now," Adama commanded. He glanced to Gaeta. "How long until the fleet can spool up the FTL's?"

"Still a few minutes, sir," Gaeta said.

"Sir." Adama turned to Anastasia Dualla, whose dark face had gone pale as she stood at the communications station. "Commander, the ship is sending out a message on open channels to the entire fleet."

Adama frowned. "Put it on."

Dualla hit a few buttons and a commanding male voice echoed throughout the speakers. "Attention unidentified vessels. This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise. We mean no harm but as you are within Federation borders, I must ask you to identify yourselves at once and state your intentions."

"Federation?" Tigh frowned. "The hell kind of trick is this?"

"And they're speaking Caprician," Adama noted.

"Caprician?" Dualla frowned. "No, sir, that's Sagittarian."

"It's Piconese," another technician said. "Every word!"

A few more voices carried out, each claiming to have heard the words in the language of their own colonies. Adama and Tigh exchanged looks of bafflement. "The frak is going on?" the XO muttered.

Adama paused, mulling it over before reaching for the phone.

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"Fighters are holding, sir," Sulu said.

"In a pattern?"

Sulu shook his head. "No, sir. It looks like they're actually…stopped in place."

Kirk frowned. "No warp capabilities, no shielding, no subspace…and yet they have some sort of special drive and ships that don't need continual forward momentum?"

"Sir," Uhura piped up. "We have a reply to our hail." At Kirk's nod, she put it on speakers, the translation programming kicking in automatically. There were crackles of static as a strong male voice came over the connection.

"To the ship calling itself Enterprise. This is Commander William Adama of the Battlestar Galactica. We do not know of you or your Federation. We are unaware of whether or not this is some sort of Cylon trick but are ready to defend ourselves if necessary."

"Cylons?" Kirk frowned to Spock, who merely raised an eyebrow. He pressed a button to speak. "Commander Adama, I am unaware of these 'Cylons' you are speaking of. Again, we mean no harm but I should warn you that by our scans, we greatly outnumber your ships in terms of firepower and any battle would be rather one-sided."

Spock raised his eyebrow further. "This is your method of defusing, Captain?"

Kirk was giving him an annoyed look when Uhura spoke up again. "Captain, I have another message coming through from a different ship."

"On speakers."

A crackle echoed before a strong female voice came through. "To the ship calling itself Enterprise. This is Laura Roslin, President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. We are a refugee fleet fleeing the destruction of our homes."

Kirk pursed his lips. "I assume, Madam President, this means you have not heard of the Federation?"

"We have not, Captain."

Kirk nodded as the pieces came together. "Madam President, I would be happy to meet you and your Commander Adama to discuss the situation in full. I can take a shuttle to this Galactica with some members of my crew if you're willing."

There was a pause and Uhura held a hand to her ear. "It sounds like there's a bit of a debate going between the President and Commander, sir."

"I can imagine," Kirk noted. After a moment, Adama's voice came on again. "Captain, we shall await your arrival on the Galactica. Send word when your shuttle leaves and we'll have a fighter escort for you. Galactica out."

From the way Adama spoke, Kirk could tell the "escort" was more along the lines of "one wrong move and we'll blow you out of the sky" followers. He was nonplussed however, as he stood up. "Well, Mr. Spock. Nothing like a first contact mission to break the monotony of a dull day."

"I would recommend caution here, Captain," Spock said. "It would appear these humans are rather…on edge is the term that would be used."

"Captain," Uhura said and the two men turned to her as she frowned at her console. "I was running the transmissions through the universal translator and noticed something odd. It appears that their language is ancient Greek."

"Greek?" Kirk frowned. "How can that be?"

Uhura shook her head. "I can't answer that, sir. But that's what it says."

Kirk rubbed his chin. "Something for another time, then. Lieutenant, tell Dr. McCoy to get his dress uniform on and meet us at shuttle bay 2. Oh and tell Mr. Scott to come as well, I think he'll want a look at these engines of theirs. You have the helm, Mr. Sulu."

With that, he and Spock exited to the elevator, both confident but wary of the risks in meeting what was sure to be a violate people.