"My apologies about the interruption," Hijikata had spoken up again. "Things are a bit busy. As for your request, I believe we can accommodate a tour of the Andromeda. Given the unlikelihood that both of our vessels would use Wave Motion technology, a comparison would certainly be welcome." 

Benead nodded, pulling up info on the hangar conditions to the side. "Very well. Given our conditions, shuttle use will probably be the best way to go about this. It would be best that each of us remained aboard our respective ships, of course," James motioned to the Admiral and himself. He paused for a moment, sending a call for Atterberg to report to the hangar. "I'll prepare a shuttle with one of my lieutenants, as I assume you may. We'll keep in touch if something goes wrong." Benead allowed the Admiral to respond, simply nodding in agreement before Communications spoke up again:

"Captain, we're being hailed by the ships that threatened hostilities. It would seem we stand out to them."

The captain narrowed his eyes in concern. The implications seemed rather poor, and that fact that they responded specifically to them... "I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short. I insist we keep this on standby until we can ascertain we are not at risk right now," Benead reported to Hijikata, then allowed Communications to cut the connection to open the channel with the other ship.

"This is Commander Alexander Lorne of the Battlestar Columbia," The opposing figure immediately opened the topic. "We hail from the other Twelve Colonies of Kobol and are currently meant to be engaged against Cylon Forces. We respectfully ask for your assistance in ascertaining our location and if possible your assistance to help the twelve colonies against our enemy."

James Benead leaned back again. This was starting to get very uncanny: so many other ships were jumping to this specific location, all of different design and likely different origins. If his own ideas regarding this being some sort of temporal displacement were correct, then it was entirely possible that all of these ships were from different universal timelines, yet still all held some sort of ties to Earth. Benead cut his pondering short to respond.

"I am Captain James Benead of the UFBS [i]Jotunheim[/i]," he began, slowly and carefully, "And I must apologize, Commander Lorne, for there is a misunderstanding here. We are not aware of any 'Colonies of Kobol', nor do we know of any 'Cylon' species. If you would allow me to explain my reasoning, I have already reached the conclusion that most of the ships present in this space, including yours, Commander, has each been seized by some sort of temporal displacement." 

A light pause to straighten up, and speak more firmly. "Simply put, each of our ships has been torn from our respective spaces and timelines, and brought here. I cannot say for sure where 'here' is, as we cannot determine any likenesses to our own home galaxy; as such, we could certainly be welcome to help determine where, and perhaps even [i]when[/i] this place is." Benead allowed for the other ship to express response, and continued, "However, we personally have our own, separate war to fight, and so I can give no guarantee we can spare any aid in your fight against the Cylon."