Ok let me apologise for this now, and as soon as it`s posted
	I am hiding under my bed where no one can find me.
	betty


	Now your ours

	Date: Jan 2001
	Disclaimer: I don't own them.
	Feedback: er.br@sympatico.ca

	Summary: A badfic challenge.


	A legal Notice from the high Commander

	You Earthlings are such fools. You fell for our ploy hook line
	and sinker. We planned the whole thing perfectly. First we sent
	our greatest writer of all time Sire Larson to Earth. Once there
	he proceeded to write the great epic that would one day become a
	short lived, but very much loved, television show called
	Battlestar Galactica. And you fools watched it.

	We sent our spies to Earth as well. Spies that infiltrated the
	entertainment industry, pretending to be writers, producers,
	directors and yes even actors. All working on the very show you
	watched. You even fell in love with these actor/spies. Hahahaha,
	and now you have your Internet. And we see you still love the
	very show that has proven to be your down fall.

	You see Sire Larson lied. The Cylons did not destroy the
	Colonies. We destroyed the Cylons. Once we were through with
	them, we then disguised our ships to look like rundown barges
	that should not even be flying. Made our warriors look like
	refugees from a wartorn world and set off on our journey to
	Earth. And now we have arrived.

	Now we control Earth. Our greatest warrior of all time, the
	great Captain Apollo will be your King, his husband Lieutenant
	Starbuck will be your Queen. You will bow in their presence. Do
	their every bidding, or lose your heads.

	At 0500 centares, and I mean centares for the term hour is no
	longer to be used, you will all assemble in the courtyard of
	your local cityhall were your men folk will be shot and your
	woman will become our slaves. Resistance is futile. We win.

	By Order of the Great Commander Adama
	by authority of the King Apollo and his Queen Starbuck.