Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: Through end of Crossroads
Notes: Various crossovers that have been percolating through my head recently. Thanks to archae_ology for proofreading.
The change was unmistakable, and Felix spotted it the instant they stepped through the door. If he hadn't been so busy trying to coordinate the ship's move to action stations and track an entire fleet heading their way, Felix would have groaned and buried his face in his hands. Tory was in a good position to help, but Tigh was just asking for disaster. He couldn't help but think they'd be better off if he hadn't been activated.
Still, he'd worked around Saul Tigh for years, and even Felix had to admit that once given a goal Tigh could be brutally effective. If the man could just stay sober, maybe they could manage to salvage both species this cycle. They'd done it before, after all, no reason they couldn't do it again.
It was easy enough to slip away from the rest of the delegation and make his way to the Captain's quarters. The guard outside waved him in, and once inside he snapped to attention.
"Officer Felix Gaeta, Peacekeeper Special Insertion Agent, reporting, sir." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the strange hybrid named Scorpius approaching to the side. He didn't know how such a creature came to control a command carrier, but he had to be very cunning and very dangerous to do so.
"Ah, Officer Gaeta. I was just reviewing your service record. Quite impressive, for such a young man."
"Thank you, sir."
"Sit, sit." Felix stiffly sat down in a chair, while Scorpius settled into another across from him. "A pity that your ship was lost. A flash of blue light, the reports say."
"Yes, sir, some sort of anomaly. Our ship crashed on Picon, and Lieutenant Kelto and I were the only survivors." Felix sighed and shook his head. "I'm afraid she didn't survive the attack on the colonies, though."
"A pity." Scorpius waved a hand, as if he could dismiss the incident and all the intervening years with a gesture. "Tell me more of the Colonials, Officer Gaeta."
"A primitive people, sir, but their jump technology is similar to a Leviathan's starburst, and could be refined to give us a major advantage." In all honesty, that would be all they could offer, and he wanted to be sure that they got something out of it. It was the least he could do. "I believe that if we offered them reconstruction aid and a planet to settle, they would be quite willing to assist us in developing it further. It would be a more than fair exchange."
"Hmmm. You think that is all they would ask?"
"Yes, sir. They're simply looking for a safe home, and in the end I believe that if offered one they would see no reason to continue their quest to reach Earth." Felix cut off when Scorpius shifted in his chair, his posture instantly moving from relaxed to completely alert, like a predator sensing prey.
He grinned broadly, and for the first time Felix couldn't suppress a shiver. "Earth? How fascinating. I think, Felix, that you and I need to have a more in-depth discussion on this matter."
Felix was down in one of the empty cargo bays, talking with Fhihur about the state of the Fleet's jump engines. None of them were really meant to do hundreds of jumps, let alone in the space of a few days. Now they had to figure out which ones need a little extra assistance, which was a pain in the ass given that every ship seemed to have a dozen other problems, too, ranging from life support to a gremlin aboard the Kimba Huta.
The door opened, and a teenage boy hesitantly stepped through and closed it behind him. "Uh. Felix Gaeta?"
"Yes?" Felix said, frowning and trying to think of the kid's name. There was only one aboard, but he was so tired it took a moment. "Can I help you, Boxey?"
Boxey stared at Fhihur for a second, then asked, "Is that a cat?"
"Is that a human?" The cat sniffed and sauntered over to a vent, tail held high. "I'm going to go get some food off that useless Romo man, then see to the repairs. Have fun with the kitten."
Felix rolled his eyes. "Was there something you needed, Boxey?"
"The cat talked."
"Yes, it – wait, you understood him?" Felix narrowed his eyes as suspicions started to form.
"Yeah. Uh, I was supposed to see you. I'm on, uh, errantry and greet you and stuff."
Felix nodded and leaned back against the wall. The last thing he wanted to do right now was mentor some newbie, but he hadn't been thrilled with guiding a fleet halfway across a galaxy, either. Extra help was definitely welcome – assuming the boy survived his Ordeal, of course.
4) Special Circumstances
"Excuse me, sir." Felix groaned, and opened his eyes, wondering why it was too much to ask to get more than two hours of sleep. He glanced around the tiny tactical officer's quarters, but didn't see anyone immediately. After a moment, his eyes found a plate-sized disk hovering near the ceiling, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Sorry to wake you, but you wouldn't happen to be Jeltallin-Yggdrasilsa Felix Passamel Gaeta dam H'sien, would you?"
Felix rubbed his forehead, and glanded some Awake while swinging his legs off the bed. "Yes. Who are you, and why couldn't you wait until I'd actually gotten some rest?"
"Jettrek Ikinaro, of the GCU Turing Tests Are For Losers." The drone sank to eye level and turned an apologetic shade of pink. "I'm quite sorry, but you would have been woken by those other ships in a moment otherwise." On cue, the alarm sounded.
"Of course. That's how things always go. Simple contact mission, Felix, jump the ship, Felix, do the impossible, Felix." He got up and started to dress, then paused. "Would your ship mind blowing them up? I really don't feel like dealing with this and then introducing these backwater hicks to civilization on the same day."
Over the loudspeaker, Helo was calling out, "Action stations, action station, set condition one throughout the ship. Cylon fleet on – wait, where'd they go?"
Felix smiled, and as he headed for CIC, he thought about whether he should introduce the wonders of chocolate to Dee or Skulls first.
5) Time Lord
Being stuck on a backwater, low-tech planet for six years was bad enough. Being forced to spend four more years in their tiny, smelly, barely-functional starships (well, three plus a year on that even more miserable planet) added insult to injury. Still, Felix supposed things could be much worse, all things considered. He didn't dwell too much on his circumstances, because he did genuinely like these people (well...Dee and Helo, mostly), and thinking about reasons he was abandoned was even more worrying and depressing then thinking about Cylon attacks. It's not like they could have forgotten him, given the extraordinary amount of paperwork he'd had to fill out to physically insert himself into the Fleet to do his research, and the alternatives got worse from there.
He was on the flight deck with Racetrack, loading coordinates into her raptor for the scouting jump to Earth's system (not that she knew it), when the blue box started to appear. While everyone else scurried about in panic, he stomped over, filled with a mixture of relief, annoyance, and anger.
The second won out, because this was going to be hell to explain, and the instant the door opened and a man stepped out Felix said, "Is there something wrong with your chameleon circuit? And I've been stuck here for a decade, what took so long?"
The other time lord just stared at him, face pale, and eventually said, "I'm so sorry."
ETA: Some people haven't recognized all the crossovers, so I'll list them.
1: Just plain old Toaster Felix here.
2: Farscape, with Felix as a Peacekeeper operative.
3: Diane Duane's Young Wizard universe, as a wizard shepherding the fleet. A really good YA series.
4: Iain M Banks' Culture universe, as a Contact Special Circumstances agent. Also really good books.
5: Doctor Who. Poor Felix is a Time Lord of Gallifrey. :(