Shots echoed off the bulkheads as Kara fired at the enemy force rushing down the corridors of Galactica. She could hardly believe her eyes as she surveyed her targets. It was an enemy that was familiar, yet completely foreign in this context. This must be some newly engineered monstrosity the Cylons sent to frak with them, she thought briefly, ducking behind some crates to avoid their fire.

"Frak! They just keep coming," cried Helo, reloading his magazine a few feet away.

"Aim for their heads," Sharon roared over the discharge.

Kara peeked over the top of the crate, and lined up her sight on the curled green tendrils atop the tall, skinny body. She pulled the trigger and the head exploded in a fireball, the trunk falling to the hard decking. The other two infiltrators collapsed a moment later, as Sharon and Helo took them out. Quiet fell in the hallway, and the Colonial pilots rose from cover and made their way over to their kills.

It was silent as they looked at the broccoli, lettuce and cauliflower that had just been holding guns (and how the heck did they do that without hands, Kara wondered) and attacking them. Their headshots had splintered and seared some of the vegetation, but mostly they were intact.

She toed one of the corpses. "Hey, are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?

Sharon licked her lips. “They look salvagable.”

Helo grinned. "I'm getting real sick of algae."

As they picked up the enemy and dragged them away, Kara wondered if there was any salad dressing left in the mess.