Post by Brie on Feb 3, 2006 7:30:11 GMT -6
Although she wasn't sure why, Brie was intrigued by the message she had received from the Pylos. She put in a call and told them who she was. Immediately she was transferred to someone who identified himself as Ensign Mick. His young face filled her computer screen. “Um, Major, Ma’am,” he stammered, “I’ve been working on retrieving information from the computer system here. There are some fascinating things, it will take us yahrens to go through all of it. It’s pretty up-to-date, I’ve been told that they were uploading information from a baseship when you found her.”
“That’s right,” Brie replied. “But Major Curemode could tell you more about that than I can.”
“Well, um, Major, that’s not why I wanted to, um, talk to you,” Mick continued. “We found some documents, and, um, Commander Apollo thought that you should, you know, take a look at them.”
“Okay,” Brie said. She still wasn’t sure what this had to do with her.
“I’m sending them now,” Mick replied. His face disappeared, replaced by a list of names. “You should have the first one by now.”
“I do, thank you,” Brie replied. She glanced at the list. There were names, followed by where they were from, basic physical descriptions, the words “Not suitable” and how the body was disposed of. Some were warriors but most people appeared to be from various planets. Brie was still unsure, until she was 2/3rds of the way through. “Cal, Ensign. Battlestar Galactica. Height below average, weight disproportionate to muscle mass. Not suitable. Body presented to Imperious Leader.” Brie was silent for several microns. Cal had been Turner’s wing and in a plan to keep Turner silent, both vipers were tampered with. Brie had later learned that both men had been captured by the Cylons, Turner died from his injuries but Cal died later under torture. Brie thought about Cal for a moment. She had forgotten about his weight problem, it had been difficult for him to keep it low enough to pass his physical.
“You should have the second one by now,” Mick informed her.
With her hands shaking, Brie called up the second document. The first name jumped out at her. “Crane, Lieutenant. Battlestar Galactica. Height above average. Above average muscle mass. Body was jettisoned upon extraction of desired fluids. Sample used, experiment failed.”
“Crane,” Brie said out loud. Kyla’s father. The fact that Brie had flown on her first patrol as his wing had probably saved her life back on the Agro Ship. She scanned down the list. It was much shorter than the first one. The entries were all similar. Each one ended with “Sample used, experiment failed.” Then suddenly, there it was. “Turner, Captain. Battlestar Galactica. Height above average. Muscle mass exceeds human male expectations. Body was incinerated upon extraction of desired fluids.” Brie tried to catch her breath, she felt like the life had just been sucked out of her. Now she knew what had happened to Turner’s body, but it wasn’t comforting. “Wait a centon,” she said out loud, forgetting that she was still connected with the Pylos. “There’s no ‘sample used.’ No ‘experiment failed.’”
Mick's voice snapped her back to reality. "Obviously they weren't done with their experiments when you found the ship. Looks like that Captain Turner guy was next."
"Do you know who he was?" Brie asked.
"Yeah," Mick replied. "He was that guy who was killed when that Pierce dude had his viper tampered with."
"He was also my husband," Brie said, almost in a whisper.
"Oh, Ma'am, I'm so sorry," Mick replied, embarrassed.
Brie regained her composure. "Do you know what the experiment was? Or what was extracted?"
"We, um, think that they were using blood samples," Mick explained, "for some type of cloning experiment. Looking for certain body types for slave labor. The Cylons have used clones as slaves before, but there was always a human involved in forming the clones. We think that they want to know how to do it on their own."
"If you find out anything else," Brie started.
"You'll be informed immediately, Ma'am," Mick promised.
"Thanks for letting me know," Brie said. After the connection was broken she stared at the document for a long time. "If there are 100 Turner's running around as Cylon slaves, I hope they inherited his temperament." She sighed. "Speaking of genetics, I'm going to go visit my biological kid." She turned off the computer and wheeled herself out the door.
“That’s right,” Brie replied. “But Major Curemode could tell you more about that than I can.”
“Well, um, Major, that’s not why I wanted to, um, talk to you,” Mick continued. “We found some documents, and, um, Commander Apollo thought that you should, you know, take a look at them.”
“Okay,” Brie said. She still wasn’t sure what this had to do with her.
“I’m sending them now,” Mick replied. His face disappeared, replaced by a list of names. “You should have the first one by now.”
“I do, thank you,” Brie replied. She glanced at the list. There were names, followed by where they were from, basic physical descriptions, the words “Not suitable” and how the body was disposed of. Some were warriors but most people appeared to be from various planets. Brie was still unsure, until she was 2/3rds of the way through. “Cal, Ensign. Battlestar Galactica. Height below average, weight disproportionate to muscle mass. Not suitable. Body presented to Imperious Leader.” Brie was silent for several microns. Cal had been Turner’s wing and in a plan to keep Turner silent, both vipers were tampered with. Brie had later learned that both men had been captured by the Cylons, Turner died from his injuries but Cal died later under torture. Brie thought about Cal for a moment. She had forgotten about his weight problem, it had been difficult for him to keep it low enough to pass his physical.
“You should have the second one by now,” Mick informed her.
With her hands shaking, Brie called up the second document. The first name jumped out at her. “Crane, Lieutenant. Battlestar Galactica. Height above average. Above average muscle mass. Body was jettisoned upon extraction of desired fluids. Sample used, experiment failed.”
“Crane,” Brie said out loud. Kyla’s father. The fact that Brie had flown on her first patrol as his wing had probably saved her life back on the Agro Ship. She scanned down the list. It was much shorter than the first one. The entries were all similar. Each one ended with “Sample used, experiment failed.” Then suddenly, there it was. “Turner, Captain. Battlestar Galactica. Height above average. Muscle mass exceeds human male expectations. Body was incinerated upon extraction of desired fluids.” Brie tried to catch her breath, she felt like the life had just been sucked out of her. Now she knew what had happened to Turner’s body, but it wasn’t comforting. “Wait a centon,” she said out loud, forgetting that she was still connected with the Pylos. “There’s no ‘sample used.’ No ‘experiment failed.’”
Mick's voice snapped her back to reality. "Obviously they weren't done with their experiments when you found the ship. Looks like that Captain Turner guy was next."
"Do you know who he was?" Brie asked.
"Yeah," Mick replied. "He was that guy who was killed when that Pierce dude had his viper tampered with."
"He was also my husband," Brie said, almost in a whisper.
"Oh, Ma'am, I'm so sorry," Mick replied, embarrassed.
Brie regained her composure. "Do you know what the experiment was? Or what was extracted?"
"We, um, think that they were using blood samples," Mick explained, "for some type of cloning experiment. Looking for certain body types for slave labor. The Cylons have used clones as slaves before, but there was always a human involved in forming the clones. We think that they want to know how to do it on their own."
"If you find out anything else," Brie started.
"You'll be informed immediately, Ma'am," Mick promised.
"Thanks for letting me know," Brie said. After the connection was broken she stared at the document for a long time. "If there are 100 Turner's running around as Cylon slaves, I hope they inherited his temperament." She sighed. "Speaking of genetics, I'm going to go visit my biological kid." She turned off the computer and wheeled herself out the door.