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Battlestar Galactica and its
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It would help when reading this story it would be beneficial -
but not necessary - to be familiar
with the movie series Back to the Future, the television show Dr.
Quinn Medicine Woman, and
the movie Young Guns.  All characters from those particular
worlds are owned by their respective
creators.



                          Chapter One

     Earth.
     It was hard to believe that only four yahrens had passed
since the Holocaust on their
homeworld.  It seemed more like a lifetime, and now they had
found Earth.
     Or at least, what appeared to be Earth.
     It matched the coordinates that had been given to them by
the Ship of Lights.  The solar
systems contained nine planets and one sun.  It looked like the
perfect match.  The planet itself
was beautiful to look at from a distance with deep blue ocean and
green landmasses.
     To avoid detection, the Fleet was well out of range of the
planet's satellites, back behind
the asteroid belt in the solar system.
     Adama carefully regarded the people gathered in front of
him. Together, he and Colonel
Tigh had hand-picked the people for this mission.  Mostly
warriors, his own family was here: son
Apollo, daughter Athena, and grandson Boxey.  There were people
who were as close to him as
his family; Starbuck, Cassiopeia, Boomer, Sheba, Bojay.  All
outstanding warriors and perfect for
this first survey of the planet, though he had to confess that
sending Boxey was purely
grandfatherly indulgence on his part.
     "I have chosen you to be our first scouts to what we believe
is the planet Earth because of
your outstanding service to the Fleet over these last four
yahrens.  Your dedication and loyalty
has made this very event possible, and you should reap the
rewards of your service to us."  He
stood up from behind his desk and slowly walked around so he
could stare each member of the
team in the eyes.  "I expect you to understand the gravity of the
situation.  These people are only
showing very primitive spaceflight capabilities.  You are to
gather information only and not allow
anyone on the planet to know who you truly are. We will reveal
ourselves to them at the
appropriate time."  He slightly leaned over his grandson, who
seemed to be quickly catching up to
Adama in the height department.  "This goes for you as well."
     Boxey saluted his grandfather.  "Yes sir.  Will Muffit be
going?"
     "Of course.  Muffit's job is to sense what we humans cannot,
and in a new environment
such as this, his programming will get a good trial."  Adama
turned to Apollo.  "Dr. Wilker is
sending two of his sci-techs who will be under your
jurisdiction."
     "I understand," Apollo replied.  If anything went wrong on
this expedition, no matter who
individually was at fault, the ultimate responsibility would rest
with Apollo.
     "Your shuttle and two accompanying vipers will depart in
twelve centars from Alpha
Landing Bay.  Civilian clothes will be worn."
     "How do we know -" Bojay began.
     "You will act as if you are part of a traveling
entertainment troupe," Colonel Tigh
interrupted, knowing the question.  He had prepared most of the
briefing on this expedition, based
on their previous experiences.  "This cover story has worked well
on other worlds prior to this."
     "I would recommend you rest up until the departure time.
This expedition is classified.
As far as the other warriors are concerned, you are going on a
long-range survey.  Remember,
you will not only be reporting back to me, but also to the
Council... eventually.  Dismissed."
Adama watched the seven adults and Boxey leave the room.
     "Adama, do you really think it's safe to send all of them
together?" the Colonel asked with
a sigh.  It made him nervous to see some of their best warriors
heading off on a mission together.
     "It's a simple reconnaissance survey, Tigh.  What could
possibly go wrong?"
     "Cylons."
     "We haven't seen any Cylons in almost nine sectons, and that
appeared to be a lost patrol.
I think we have finally cleared Cylon space."
     "Which means that if this planet is Earth, they have no
defenses against them."
     Adama nodded.  "Perhaps they've developed technology that we
were unable to due to
the war.  We may be in for quite a few surprises."

     This was an event the scientist had dreamed about.  Sure, he
had witnessed many
milestones of human accomplishment already during his lifetime,
but contact with a civilization
from across the stars was something out of the science fiction
books of his youth.  It was
something most people in his world dismissed as hokum.
     As far as he knew, there was no one else who was aware of
the events that were to take
place on this date and time who could appreciate them as they
unfurled.  What a glorious time to
be alive!
     As dawn rose on the hill, he walked around through the
grasses checking various angles.
The soft breeze blew his white hair around, making him look more
like a crazy man than a
scientist.  After scrutinizing various locations with his naked
eye, he took several instruments
from the pocket of his long, billowing coat and began to take
readings.
     "This is it," he finally proclaimed to his wife, then turned
to his two sons.  "Jules...
Verne... This..."  He spread his arms wide and took a deep
breath.  "This is where it happens.
This is where the people from the Galactica will first land on
Earth.  And we will be the first to
greet them."
     "Wow!" they echoed as they looked around them at what
appeared to be nothing more
than an empty field.  Slowly they began exploring the area, not
wandering too far.  Jules was the
older of the two, now approaching eight years old.  Verne was
younger by two years.  They were
dressed in light button-down shirts and trousers, appropriate for
just about any time period.  The
only hint of where they belonged came from the old-fashioned
shoes they wore.
     "Are you sure?" Clara asked as she stepped up behind her
husband.  She was a tall,
slender woman with dark brown hair pinned up beneath and
old-fashioned hat.  Her wide skirts
blew in the breeze.  Together, the two of them looked like a
picture from the late nineteenth
century.
     "Well, I'm matching it to the historical marker back in
Galactic Park.  From what I can
tell, this particular hillside is an exact match for where they
first touch down on Earth.  The global
positioning systems agrees with me, as primitive as the current
ones are."
     "Is Marty coming?" she asked as she turned to check that the
two boys hadn't wandered
away.
     The scientist nodded.  "I gave him a letter to open two
weeks ago that told him to be here
at this specific place a half hour before the landing will take
place."  He paused a moment to
check his pocket watch.  "That should be in exactly five
minutes... his time."
     She sighed and waited until they heard the roar of an
engine.  A cloud of dust rose up in
the morning light as a fast-moving car headed towards them.
Jules and Verne moved closer to
their parents as the dust settled not too far from them.
     "Some things never change, do they?" she asked rhetorically.
'Some people would
actually be more accurate.'
     It was a red sports car that stopped near to their location.
He driver's side door opened
and a man much younger - and shorter - than Doc got out.  He was
in his mid to late twenties,
with short brown hair.
     "Made it!" he exclaimed as he fairly bounced out of the car.
"So where are the aliens?"
     "They're not aliens, Marty.  They're humans.  Travelers
across the galaxy in search of
their brothers who set out before them."
     "Yeah, yeah.  Whatever.  I brought my camera..."
     "Are you out of your mind?  There can be no record of this!
The first time they initiate
contact with anyone on this planet isn't for months yet!  We're
sort of sneaking in here.  This
requires the utmost discretion Marty.  Didn't you read my
letter?"
     "I read your letter, Doc.  I've got a couple of hungry
mouths to feed now.  And I'm sure
the Enquirer would pay good money for this.  I'll just hold on to
the photo until it gets out, then
I'll sell it and make a little extra cash.  Besides, it cost a
lot of money to lease this Viper."
     "What are you talking about?"
     "In the letter... You said to come in a Viper.  Dodge Vipers
are really expensive to lease
Doc..."
     "Great scott!  I didn't say for you to come in a viper - I
said that they will be landing in a
viper."
     "Well, I actually lost the letter.  I remembered something
about a viper.  At least I got the
time and place right."
     Doc Emmett Brown paced nervously.  Marty McFly had been a
friend of his for what
seemed like forever.  They had shared adventures together that
people could only dream about,
and yet it seemed as if he were talking to someone he hardly
knew.  This man in front of him
hardly seemed like the calm, cool and collected teen he had
known.  What had happened to Marty
in the intervening years?  There had been a few times he had
worried about Marty screwing up his
future, but the Marty he had last known seemed to have corrected
what had caused those
problems.
     'No matter, I can always get the film from Marty later in
the day if I have to,' he decided.
     "So where do these people come from Doc?"
     "They came across the galaxy from a system of twelve
planets, each of which was a
different colony.  We were the thirteenth colony, Marty."
     "So I guess we can chuck all that Darwin stuff, huh?  That
was one semester I could've
blown off in school."
     "Well we all evolved on the planet Kobol originally.  We
just went our separate ways after
that.  They are being hunted by evil cybernetic beings called
Cylons who want to exterminate all
human beings."
     Marty turned towards Doc, astonished at the nonchalant tone
in his voice.  "And we're
supposed to be happy that they're here?"
     "It will all work out.  Trust me Marty."
     "I know, I know: it's not good to know too much about your
future," he said with a sigh.
"But are we talking interstellar war here?  I have family to be
concerned about, and-"
     "There's nothing for the people of Earth to worry about,"
Doc reassured him.  "I don't
think the Cylons ever managed to set a foot down here."
     "All right then."  Marty nodded.  "Where are they?"
     Doc checked his watch.  "Hey should be landing in a few
minutes.  One shuttlecraft and
two vipers."
     The five people in the field began to scan the skies for
signs of the craft that was about to
land.  It was Verne who first spotted the sun reflecting off of
the canopy of the vipers in the
Eastern sky.  Unsure if it was really them or just a plane at
first, Marty watched skeptically until
the craft grew big enough for him to discern the shapes.
     The vipers were long and cigar shaped with a three-way wing
formation at the rear of the
craft.  The shuttlecraft was larger and bulkier in shape.  They
came to a rest somewhat below the
crest of the hill, which would offer protection from being easily
seen.
     Inside the shuttlecraft, Apollo hadn't noticed any humans
nearby.  He and Boomer were
taking a series of sensor readings and storing them in the ship's
computers.  When they returned
to the Galactica, they would need to have a much data as possible
to determine if this was the
planet Earth.
     "What's the hold up?" Starbuck's voice came in on the
comm-line from one of the vipers.
Bojay was piloting the other one.
     "Just making sure we have all the sensor readings that we
can get in this thing," Boomer
answered.  "Wouldn't want to forget something and get yelled at
by the Commander."
     "We've got company..." Bojay said slowly.
     Apollo's head jerked up from the screen he had been working
at and he looked out of the
viewport on the front of the shuttle.  A first, quick scan of the
area revealed nothing.  On the
second go-round, he saw the people standing near the bottom of
the hill.  They were very far
away; too far to get a clear view.  It appeared to be two men, a
woman, and two children.
     "Locals?" Boomer asked.
     "Don't know," Apollo answered.  "From here, it doesn't
appear that they're too shocked
by what they've just seen."
     Marty's jaw dropped open as soon as the shuttlecraft and
vipers had landed.  He had never
doubted what Doc had told him, but seeing it for real was
astonishing just the same.  For a few
minutes, he completely forgot about the camera in his hand as a
stillness descended on the hillside.
     "Oh, this is heavy.  Do you... do you think they see us?"
Marty asked as he edged closer
to the Doc.
     "I don't know," Doc admitted.  "Come on."
     "Wait a minute!"  Marty put his hands on Doc's shoulder and
stopped him from walking
away.  "How do we know it's safe?  Don't they have... like... ray
guns or something?"
     "They probably do have weaponry with them," Doc admitted.
"But I told you they are
peaceful.  They wouldn't shoot us."  He started walking towards
the shuttlecraft again.  Without
hesitation, Clara and the two boys followed.
     "I sure hope you're right," Marty replied softly as he began
to follow them up the hillside.
     The canopy of one of the cigar-shaped vessels opened,
halting their procession.  All of
them stared as a sandy-haired man pulled himself up enough to get
a clear view of them.  The
second viper's canopy opened and another man appeared, also
watching them.  Neither of them
appeared threatening, but Marty still wasn't sure about the whole
situation.
     Apollo appeared from behind the shuttle.  He did not say
anything, curious to see what
these people's reaction would be to the strange craft.  All of
their weaponry was set on 'stun'.
The last thing they wanted at this point was to accidentally set
off an interstellar incident.
     Finally, Doc turned and looked at each one of them, ending
with Apollo.  "Welcome to
Earth... Captain Apollo."



                         Chapter Two

     On the very edge of the solar system, a lone ship kept
watch, undetected by either the
Galactica, her fleet, or the astronomers on Earth.  From that
distance it would probably appear as
no more than a small asteroid, but it was far more dangerous than
that.
     Lucifer moved down the corridor of the baseship towards the
throne room.  If he could
feel emotions, Lucifer would say that he hated these times; he
hated having to defer authority to a
human, a species that was no more than an insectoid of the
universe to the Cylons.  He longed for
the day when this "mission" was over and he could follow the
Imperious Leader's orders.  As
soon as the Galactica and her fleet had been eliminated, he was
to have Baltar executed and
assume command of the ship.
     In the meantime, he had to act subservient to the scourge.
     The door slid open and he walked into the room.  "By your
command," he intoned with a
bow.
     Slowly, Baltar's throne spun around.  Baltar regarded him
with his usual nonchalance.
"Speak."
     "Our patrols have reported in.  The Galactica and her fleet
have come to a halt in the
solar system just beyond an asteroid belt."
     Baltar sat forward slightly in his chair.  "Really?  A
complete stop?"
     "Yes."
     "What is the readout on this solar system?"
     "Nine planets with one sun."
     "And are any of them inhabited?"
     "We have not gotten readings back on that yet.  However, we
did observe the Galactica
sending two vipers and one shuttlecraft to the third planet."
     Baltar was silent for a few moments.  "What are you up to
Adama?"
     Lucifer's circuits twinkled brightly as he remained silent.
He had learned long ago about
"rhetorical questions" after a particularly long debate with
Baltar after he had answered one.
     "Do we have the coordinates of where they landed?" he
finally inquired.
     "We have a general area in the northern hemisphere.  With a
few overflights we could
probably find them.  However, we will risk detection by the
Galactica if we launch fighters to
intercept them on the planet."
     Baltar was silent, pondering the latest turn of events.  For
almost a yahren he had been
evading a confrontation with the Fleet.  The baseship was
trailing behind them, far enough to
avoid detection by either her patrols or her sensors.  The plan
was to lull Adama into a false sense
of security and then launch an attack when he did exactly what he
was apparently doing now:
stopping at a planet hoping to settle.
     Still, it was too early to go one offensive.  Adama had not
begun colonizing the planet.  It
seemed to be an early scouting expedition.  Baltar still wanted
to know exactly what was going on
there, but how to do that and avoid detection.
     "Bring up a readout of the solar system on my scanner,"
Baltar ordered as he climbed
down from the throne.  Lucifer rolled over to the control panel
for the scanner embedded in a
nearby table and brought up what Baltar had asked.  When he
turned back, Baltar was standing
over the table, looking at the readout.
     "Show me the current position of the Galactica and the
Fleet."
     Lucifer brought up the Galactica as a flashing red ship in
the middle of the asteroid belt.
     "And this planet here," Baltar pointed to the third one out
from the sun.  "Is the one they
sent an expedition to?"
     "Affirmative."
     "Then we move here," Baltar indicated a way they would move
out away from the Fleet
to be almost a quarter of the way around the solar system away
from the Galactica, but still able
to watch her for movement.  He then pointed from that position
over to the third planet in an arc.
"And our fighters can approach the planet this way to avoid
detection.  I want to know why they
are here and how long they plan to stay."
     "And what of the expedition on the planet's surface?  Surely
they will know Cylon fighters
when they see them."
     "They are well out of communication range.  Order the
centurions to find them, torture
the information out of them, then kill them."

     As shocked as Apollo had been when the white-haired man had
addressed him personally,
he was in no way prepared for the story he would hear next.
     "So you're saying you know about us because you're from the
future?" Apollo
understood the general concepts of time travel.  Their scientists
had been working on that
possibility for yahrens, hoping to be able to travel back and
stop the Cylons before they began the
Thousand-Yahren War.  So far, while the concepts had seemed
sound, no one had been able to
make it work.  And now, this scientist from Earth, with its
primitive space travel capabilities was
saying he had mastered it?  It hardly seemed possible.
     However, the confirmation that they had, indeed, found Earth
was of great comfort to
Apollo and the rest of his crew.  They were all strewn about the
hillside eating a picnic lunch that
Doc Brown had instructed Marty to bring with him.
     Boxey and Muffit were playing with Doc's two sons.  When was
the last time Boxey had
run through the grasses like this?  Apollo wasn't sure.  The last
four yahrens seemed more like a
blur now than anything else.  Planet after planet that they had
scouted seemed to melt together in
his head.
     Starbuck picked up a piece of something in a red and white
bucket with "KFC" on the
side.  Though better than rations, it was hardly the best food
he'd tasted.  Silently, he wondered
whether Earth food got any better than this.
     "I'm not from the future," Doc Brown began explaining again.
"I've traveled to the future
and learned about your landing here today, so I came back to
greet you."
     "So then I take it we settle here?" Starbuck asked.
     "Hold it!" Apollo held up his hand, stopping Doc Brown from
saying anything.  "Don't
say a word.  We can't know too much about what happens here."
     "I agree," Doc Brown nodded.  "Better you figure it out for
yourselves."
     "Can we see the time machine?" asked the sci-tech Drexler of
both Apollo and Doc
Brown.
     Apollo took a deep breath.  He had to admit that his
curiosity was also piqued.
     "If Doc Brown doesn't see the harm in it, then I guess it
would be all right." Apollo
looked over at the scientist.  "I'd actually like to take you
back to the Galactica and have you talk
to our Chief Scientist about it."
     "In good time," Doc Brown smiled.  "Say, about ten years...
In the meantime, I'll gladly
show you the actual vehicle.  It's in the trees over there; down
the hill."
     They finished what they were eating and put all of the
garbage in bags in the Dodge Viper.
Doc Brown led the party, along with Apollo, Starbuck and Clara.
His two boys and Boxey ran
ahead but not out of sight.  Marty walked alongside Cassiopeia
and Sheba, followed by the two
sci-techs, with Athena, Boomer and Bojay trailing behind..
     "I hope you're going to get some decent clothes while you're
here," he commented.
     "We won't fit in?" Sheba asked.
     "Not looking like that.  You look like something out of the
seventies or early eighties."
He paused, then noticed their confusion.  "You're a few years out
of date."
     "Oh.  Will we stand out too much?"
     "Actually, I think some of it's making a comeback, so you
might be in luck.  But you'll get
a few stares."
     "We'll have to discuss that before we do anything else,"
Cassie commented.  "We can't
draw any extra attention to ourselves."
     "Yeah, well your best bet is an Old Navy Store.  Everyone
seems to be wearing that.
You'll fit right in."
     "Old Navy?"
     "The name of a clothing store.  It's pretty popular right
now.  Any decent mal will have
one."
     "Mall?"
     "Boy do you have a lot to learn.  A mall is a building that
contains a lot of stores.  You
can walk around to different shops and still be indoors."
     "Are there a lot of these 'malls' on this planet."
     "They're all over.  You can't go too far without finding
one."
     Apollo followed Doc Brown through a group of trees until
they came to another clearing.
All of the Colonials came to a halt, setting sight on something
they'd never seen before.
     Apollo had never seen a vehicle quite like this one.  Large
and black, with "ELB" on the
side, it appeared to move on wheels instead of the hover-systems
that was the method of
transportation back in the colonies.  A slow trickle of steam
escaped from the smokestacks at the
front of the vehicle as Apollo reached out and touched the metal
at the front.
     "That's called a cow-catcher," Doc Brown explained.  "When
these vehicles were first
used, there was a problem with animals wandering onto the tracks.
Though it may seem
inhumane, this was the easiest way to clear them off."
     Apollo nodded as he walked around the side of the large
vehicle.  With both pieces, it was
larger than a shuttlecraft, perhaps the size of a troop
transport.  Unlike that vehicle, however,
most of this vehicle seemed dedicated to its propulsion system.
     "This is the boiler," Doc explained as they walked down the
long circular part of the
locomotive to where the engineer's compartment was.  "The
locomotive itself is steam-powered."
He lifted the glass windows, opened the door, and climbed inside.
Apollo followed, glancing back
to see the amazement on his friends' faces as they began looking
over this strange vehicle.
     Inside he found all sorts of controls that made it look more
like the inside of a space-faring
vessel.
     "This is incredible," Apollo said with more than a hint of
awe in his voice.  "You said you
designed this all on your own?"
     "The majority of it, yes," Doc said proudly.  "There are
some controls that I had retro-
fitted in the future which is why I don't have to travel the way
locomotives used to: on tracks."
     "I don't understand..."
     "Once I was able to go ahead in time with this, I simply
went into the future and had
modifications made to the time machine vehicle.  It now had
hovercraft capabilities, and-"
     "Hovercraft?" Apollo was astonished by the familiar term.
     A wry smile appeared on Doc Brown's face.  "That's something
that you and your people
will give to this world.  There will be a lot of technological
changes in the next few years."
     Starbuck appeared next to them in the doorway.  "This is
incredible!  I can't wait to give
her a dry run."
     "Anything you want," Doc Brown said.  "How about we go back
and see the first lunar
mission, since that seems to be something you're familiar with."
He went over to the time circuits
and quickly tapped in the date of the first lunar mission in
1969.
     "We don't have time for sight-seeing." Apollo started to
protest.  "We're on a mission-"
     "We have all the time in the world!  We can go anywhere,
anytime and simply return a few
minutes after we left to this time."
     "That sounds like something we can't pass up," Starbuck
chimed in as he leaned into the
cab of the locomotive and looked around.  "Will this place hold
everyone?"
     "Now hold on a centon," Apollo was conflicted.  If what Doc
Brown said was true, they
could learn a lot about the planet, and very quickly.  It could
help them assimilate into the culture.
On the other hand, he was nervous about using a technology he did
not quite understand.  He
actually wished for several microns that Dr. Wilker had
accompanied them instead of simply
sending along two of his sci-techs.  All of his training hadn't
prepared him for this eventuality.
     "We have a mission to accomplish.  We have to survey the
planet, and-"
     "What better way to survey the planet than with this," Doc
Brown interrupted.  "We can
check out anything you want."
     "This can go anywhere as well as anytime?" Marty said as he
jumped up into the
locomotive's cab.  "That's a new one."
     "Well you now have global positioning satellites which make
it possible.  Back in 1985, I
couldn't do that."
     "Let's think about this..." Starbuck said shrewdly.  "We
could finish up this mission really
quick and be back to the Galactica in a few centons."
     Apollo was about to protest, but he couldn't think of a good
reason.  The sci-techs had
joined them in the locomotive and the rest of their group was
gathered outside, apparently waiting
to come in as well.
     "Well where exactly should we go?"
     "You could go see the President.  Or Congress," Marty
suggested.  "That's our governing
body."
     Doc Brown went over to the logistics controls and began
downloading the coordinates for
Washington, DC from the GPS system.
     "If they're anything like our Council, that's not the people
we should see first," Boomer
commented as he boosted himself up into the cab of the
locomotive.  His curiosity had gotten the
better of him and he began inspecting the controls of the time
machine.
     "Where is your space program located?"
     "That would be in Florida," Marty said as he turned to help
everyone else into the
locomotive.
     "Just a centon," Apollo protested.  "I don't think it's too
smart for us to use unproven
technology to-"
     "It's not unproven," Doc interrupted defensively.
     "It is to us," Apollo explained.
     "What better way to scout this planet covertly than to pop
in and out of places and
times?" Starbuck asked.
     "You're just looking for the fastest, easiest way out."
Apollo snapped back as he felt
himself losing control of the mission.
     "Apollo," Athena said as she climbed into the locomotive.
     "Good, someone else who's on my side," Apollo sighed.
     "What makes you think I'm about to come down on your side?
I happen to think that
Doc Brown is right.  As is Starbuck," she admitted reluctantly.
Apollo's jaw dropped slightly in
shock, then he quickly regained his composure.
     "Athena, we could be committing treason by going against-"
     "I don't see it that way," she interrupted her brother.  "We
are checking out a technology
that could drastically alter the way we view this planet.  We
should know whether or not it's
viable."
     Apollo opened his mouth to answer her, but couldn't think of
a suitable retort.
     "What about where your military is trained?  Your pilots?"
Sheba asked as she crowded
into the locomotive.  Everyone had managed to squeeze into the
room.  Boxey, Jules and Verne
were with Muffit all the way at the rear of the compartment
talking to each other in low voices.
     "That would be the Air Force Training Center in Colorado
Springs," Marty said.
     "Colorado Springs.  Got it," Doc Brown said as he downloaded
the new coordinates from
the GPS satellite.
     "Wouldn't it be better to see the current state of their
training facilities?  To know exactly
what we're dealing with in that regard?" Athena paused for a
moment, and was about to follow
up on her train of thought when an alarm triggered by the viper's
sensors went off on Starbuck's
and Bojay's comm-units.
     "Frack!" Apollo swore.
     "Cylons!" Bojay echoed.
     "Cylons?" Doc Brown was both alarmed and confused.  There
were no reports of Cylons
during this expedition to Earth.
     "That's those things you were telling me about doc, aren't
they?" Marty grew alarmed.  "I
thought you said they would never set foot on Earth?"
     "As far as I know they don't," Doc Brown responded.  "The
information could've been
kept from the general public."
     "We've got to get back to our vipers," Bojay said urgently
as he headed towards the door.
"That's the only way-"
     "No," Apollo stopped him.  "If we get out of here, they
might possibly leave, thinking that
they already missed us.  I don't want to risk an airbattle above
this planet with them."
     He turned to Athena.  "You've gotten your wish.  Doc Brown,
get us out of here."
     "Gladly."
     With that, he turned and powered up the locomotive.  He had
already reset it and prepared
it for time-travel as soon as he had landed earlier.  Bojay had
pulled the door and glass cover
closed behind him.  As they became airborne, he retracted the
wheels and they accelerated.
     And then disappeared.