"Commander H'ver, we're detecting something on the short range scanners, Sir!"

"A little more information, Lieutenant Smith?" the Commander asked, shaking his robotic head slowly. "What is it? A planet? A warship? An empty packet of Pop-Tarts?"

"None of the above, Sir," Smith replied as his stomach made feed-me noises. "It appears to be a survival pod, adrift worryingly close to the Sun."

"Open a channel, Lieutenant. Attempt to make contact."

"Aye Sir," Smith replied as he set diligently about his assigned task. "Unknown Craft this is the Earth Fleet Battleship SGIverse; please respond."

Following several seconds of silence, Smith repeated the transmission and then once more on an open frequency.

"Still nothing, Commander," the Lieutenant said with a frown. "I do have a feeling though, that the survival pod holds some importance to us."

"To Earth Fleet?" Commander H'ver asked. "Are you sure, Lieutenant Smith. After all, as best I can tell the craft is of an unknown design. In fact the specifications right here on this screen in front of me insinuate that the craft does not belong in this Universe at all."

"With all due respect, Sir," the Lieutenant said, choosing his words carefully. "Does that fact alone not imply that the craft is likely of the utmost importance?"

"Perhaps you are right, Lieutenant," Commander H'ver mused, though any further musings were cut short by the cry of the Chief Navigation Officer.

"We have company, chaps!" she yelled. "It's the Evilstar..."

"Dr Evilstien..." Commander H'ver hissed, or at least he said it such a manner that was as close to a hiss as a robot, three feet in height, could manage. "What the clickety-clack does he want?"

"The Evilstar is deploying a large amount of much smaller craft, Sir!" Lieutenant Smith sighed. He was unable to remember what he had for breakfast that morning but what he did know for a fact was that if Dr Evilstien wanted something, it was probably something of incredibly great import.

"Take them out, Lieutenant!"

"I, erm..." Lieutenant Smith faltered for a moment, though he did recover magnificently. "There is an unrecognised power signature aboard the pod, Sir... Whatever it is appears to be winding up."

"A drive of some sort, Lieutenant?"

"I don't think so, Sir," Smith replied. "Almost entirely because the escape pod is no longer an escape pod!"

"Then what is it?" Commander H'ver asked with no small amount of irritation.

"Well Sir, have you ever watched Battlestar Galactica?"

As the Commander and the Lieutenant watched in what, quite frankly, could only be described as, 'awe,' the escape pod slash battlestar fired an inordinately large amount of projectile weapons in the direction of the Evilstar and, by design, those smaller craft the Evilstar had deployed.

The SGIverse's radio crackled into life and seconds later, a female voice could be heard.

"Don't y'all fellas worry! If this works then we'll take Evilstien outta' the equation once and for all and with any luck get our sweet derrieres outta' this frakking Sub-Genre-Iverse!"

"Is it just me, Sir, or does she sound incredibly familiar?"

"She does, Lieutenant, although I can't quite..."

"Waaah gurgle splurt waaahnna' go potty..."

"That sounded like..."

"Smith, H'ver," the female voice said once again. "Y'all are about to be beamed over to this here ship... Hands off socks..."

By the time Smith and H'ver had been transported over to the escape pod slash battlestar in a very 'beam me up, Scotty,' type fashion, the Evilstar and Dr Evilstien along with it, were gone.

"Gone?"

"Waaahhh!"

"Oh," Smith replied, feeling much more like himself all of a sudden. "Not destroyed, just gone?"

"Waaahhh splurge..."

"Don't worry, old boy. We'll have you using your words again in no time. We just need to visit an apothecary of some sort... I wonder where the loop will take us next..."

"We're about to find out, y'all," said Kris. "Wherever it is though I hope there's dancing... I wanna' go dancing again. That was a whole lotta' fun!"

"Would anyone like a crumpet whilst we wait?" H'ver asked, just as Smith was the mini-mechanoid found that he was feeling much more like his old self. "A lightly toasted scone, perhaps?"

"I don't think there's time, H'ver," said Kris with a somewhat relieved smile. "Here comes that bright white light..."