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Post by Skyler on Apr 27, 2009 13:58:02 GMT -6
"May I ask a question?" Kalten gulped nervously but drew himself up straighter in his chair.
"Of course," Sheba replied.
"Who are you people?"
Logan sighed heavily and shot a look at Skyler. She had a feeling this was going to take a while.
Skyler returned Logan’s look and raised one eye brow slightly and focused on Kalten again.
“Lt. I am not sure we understand your question fully.” Skyler looked towards Sheba who nodded the ok “The people in this room with you are Colonial Warriors, I am Major Skyler, son of General Elton of the Caprician Militia Forces and Harvina an educator from one of the finest academies, I was born on Caprica and I am 41 yarhen old. Is this what you want to know, or did you mean in general?”
The color drained from Kalten’s face…. He knew a Major Elton who was his first Squadron Commander. He was wounded and everyone thought he would die, but he pulled through. It ended his military career but he found a place in the Militia Forces. Last he had heard he had been promoted to General a little less than a yahren ago and commanded the 12th Battalion. He didn’t recall if he had a son, but he knew the man, he couldn’t be more than mid 40’s himself, no way he had a son this old. Another lie they have been caught in. A phony Battlestar and a phony Major, these pirates or whoever they are needed to work on their stories a little better before trying to fool anyone.
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Post by Logan on Apr 28, 2009 10:45:49 GMT -6
The confusion on Kalten's pale face was evident. He was grappling with something and Logan had no idea what it was.
"No. No, that answers my question." Kalten looked closely at the Warriors surrounding him and seemed to come to some conclusion.
Sheba spoke up. " Well then, Lt. Would you tell us who you are and where you came from? I have three missing pilots out there and something tells me you know where I might find them."
Kalten's brown eyes reflected the lights from overhead as he looked seriously at Sheba. "They're in the past, " he stated matter of factly.
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Post by Logan on Apr 28, 2009 10:56:06 GMT -6
Comeek followed the Warriors leaving the Ready Room at a discreet distance. He had an idea that Logan would be in the conference room for quite some time.
He saw the three younger Warriors turning the corridor ahead and heading towards the barracks. That was the last place Comeek wanted to be. He feared discovery, but his thirst for revenge overpowered his baser instincts.
The one man he hadn't recognized was heading towards the Med Lab. Comeek made a quick decision and turned in that direction himself. If Sheba followed standard procedure, the prisoner would brought down here for tests as soon as the interrogation was done.
He had a fleeting thought of finding that one member of Pierce's group who had worked in the medical facility, but discarded it as soon as it came into his mind. Even after all this time away from Pierce, Comeek was still having trouble disconnecting from the way his former leader had caused him to think. No one was going to help him now. The other members of their groups were dead or imprisoned.
But he knew he had to be careful. He was still wearing his tech jumpsuit, having discarded the welding helmet in the bay. He had rarely come to this part of the ship, so he could only hope that no one would be familar with him. He stuck to the shadows as often as he felt was prudent.
Finding a storage niche near the Med Lab, he pulled off a circuit board near the floor and bent over the control interface. He pretended to be busy rewiring the unit as he hunkered down and waited to spring his trap.
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Post by Ens. Ione on Apr 30, 2009 4:20:18 GMT -6
Re entering the hallways of the Callisto, the sounds of the day filled Persephone's ears, compared with the seemingly quiet seclusion of the ready room. Some crates with supplies were stacked outside of Gold's ready room. She noticed a man walking a little up ahead of them, as though he had just set down those crates outside the door, microns before the warriors were released. Triton walked beside her as he checked his personal comm for any messages from his wingman Lt Sobek or perhaps something from his good friends, Eridanus or Helix. Although Helix would be in full swing with another simulator class today, Lords he seemed to be taking forever to master the barrel roll maneuver without burning off the nose of simulated wingman ! Triton grinned to himself while thinking about his well intentioned friend. He'll get it one day soon, I know it, he thought to himself. Erid however though, might be on some shuttle run for the Callisto on his way to the Galactica or another ship for something or another. Eridanus often volunteered for maintenance checks on some of the older passenger ships, when he could. So did Sobek for that matter. All part of a warrior's duty, if they were to help their people survive, so they could make it to Earth, someday. Persephone slowed her pace to let Ione catch up with her, turning to her, she asked."So are you in gamma sector of Gold's female quarters, Ione? I myself am billeted there. My bunkmate is Ensign Misty Star." Ione's face to seemed to show a sign of familiarity at the mention of Misty's name. Did these two know each other? Ione remembered Misty and nodded. "Misty's here on the Callisto? Oh Lords, I prayed she was alive. I was in classes with her as children. How long has she been here?"
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Post by Skyler on May 1, 2009 19:19:43 GMT -6
Skyler leaned forward and placed his arms on the table. “What do you mean in the past?” He focused on Kalten’s eyes. If he was lying, his eyes would give him away.
“I mean, they are in the past. Or more to the point, I must be in the future. That would explain why I have never heard of the Battlestar Callisto or any of you. Unless you are a bunch of pirates and you have captured a Battlestar, which even the boldest, blood thirsty band of pirates would not tangle with a Battlestar. Maybe a smaller Colonial Transport, but not a Battlestar, they don’t have the nerve or firepower too.” Kalten looked straight at Skyler and Sheba his eyes darting between the two of them. “Your Pilots came through a tear in space or some such scientific babble and were intercepted and are being held at our base. (He made a mental note to not inform them that one was killed) I was sent thru in that probe craft to see where they were coming from and send back information to confirm their story, whatever that may of have been. I was not briefed on the entire mission, just the basics.”
“Just how do you explain a tear in space?” Sheba was now leaning on her arms, hands clasped wanting to hear more of this wild story and wondering if it could be true, even in the slightest.
“It's what they do at our base. I am just a Warrior, second in command of the Warrior detachment assigned to the base as protection. Capt. Cisco is the commanding officer of the Viper Squadron and the Infantry Detachment, but he is not the base commander.” Kalten paused, wondering how far he should go… “I never had any real dealings with the base Commander; I don’t recall his name other than just Commander. Cisco was the go between. It was a top secret base as you know, few in the Military know of it. President Adar and his aide Baltar, not sure how many others.”
Skyler had what he needed as did Sheba. “Lt. you just sit tight here and wait. We need to check your story out and see what is going on before we proceed. Understood?” The Lt nodded as the Warriors got up and went to an adjourning room to discuss what they had heard and decide what to trust and what not to trust. The Security Officers stood their post, never taking their eyes from their charge.
Once in the other room Sheba turned to her Warriors…. “Well…?”
“For the most part he is telling the truth… Up till the end as best as I can tell…” Skyler started.
“Yes, he is right handed; he wears his weapon on his right hip and his chrono on his left arm. When he was telling you his story, his eyes were looking up and to the left, a sign of remembered images or events. Something that has happened.” Logan looked towards Brik….
The big man added… “When he started about this base commander his eyes went low and to the left… A sure sign someone is lying, or more to the point, that he is talking to internally himself, making up a story in his mind before laying it on us. I don’t trust him…”
“So, what is the next step?” Sheba was smiling internally; these people never seemed to disappoint her with their skills….
“I will go research anything on time altering tech or experiments and see what I can find.” Brik turned to leave and was gone in a micron….
“I will go join a few of the techs and see what I can find on that probe craft. It might have a computer we can crack” Logan did not hide her excitement at a mystery to solve as she left the room….
“I can either go pull computer records on a Lt. Kalten and a Capt. Cisco…. Or I can go back to the briefing room and lean on the Lt. for the information.” Sklyer grinned and winked. The computers would probably give more accurate information faster, but won’t be nowhere near as fun.
“Well, I need to report to Apollo. Report anything you all find to me. My war room in two centars?” Skyler nodded….
“We should get Capt Holodoc to check out the Lt. I would suggest they do it here. No need in having him spread his time travel stories to the rest of the crew just yet…” Skyler suggested.
“Good Idea…” Sheba turned to the lead Blackshirt. “Request Life Station send Holodoc up here, you and your men keep him company until we return. Should only be a couple of centars at most Officer Wiley.” With that Skyler and Sheba left as well….
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Post by persephone on May 3, 2009 23:42:28 GMT -6
Ione remembered Misty and nodded. "Misty's here on the Callisto? Oh Lords, I prayed she was alive. I was in classes with her as children. How long has she been here?"
Persephone looked delighted to be making a new friend in her squadron. "Misty's been onboard as long as I have. About a few sectars now. When was the last time you saw her, Ione?"
Triton looking at the two women, realised the conversation was turning into girl talk, and decided to interject a question to Persephone.
"Excuse me Ione, if I could have a quick word with Persephone for a centon, I promise I'll leave you two to get acquainted more. Pers?", he questioningly glanced at her. Smiling at the Ensign, Persephone excused herself from the chat.
Moving over toward a vertical supporter in the hallway, Triton pulled out his electronic organiser from his jacket pocket, ready to enter information. "I want to take advantage this free time of perhaps heading up to the Computer Data Room to see if I can get a friend of mine up there to scan for your brother's name in the Fleet Records again. Maybe the first time you searched for your family's names, there might have been a gliche somewhere in the computer system. Maybe they missed Ganymede's name".
"You really think so, Triton?, I thought computer scans were conclusive?" "Not necessarily. Leave it with me, with a little luck we might have a result by the end of this light cycle", he assured her. She took a deep breathe at the possibility to knowing at the end of the day if her brother was truly alive still or not. In any case, she haboured a feeling so strong that her mother's spirit would not have told her what she did, if it were not true somehow. "Triton, thankn you. I really appreciate this". His eyes lit up, seeing the gaze she flowed toward him. "You know I'd do anything to help you find any of your missing family, and if Ganymede is alive and well somewhere on the Fleets, then the Records should raise his name in the data bank."
Persephone pondered this wonderful realisation for a moment, as Triton punched in the correct spelling of her brother's name. Then curiousity made her ask, "By the way, who is your friend in the Computer Data Room? Triton wasn't expecting that question. He looked a bit flushed for a micron.
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Post by Ens. Ione on May 4, 2009 5:11:13 GMT -6
Ione was stunned over the news that Misty was here on the Callisto. The last time she had seen Misty was before Misty had gone into the Academy. Ione remembered that night and hugged herself tightly. She hated having to remember an event that gave her such pain and anguish.
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Post by Logan on May 4, 2009 6:56:20 GMT -6
Holodoc turned from the comm and motioned to Baris who having changed into his duty uniform was busy going through medical reports on the monitor. "We've been summoned to the conference room off the landing bay."
Baris' brow furrowed as he had an idea what this was about. He wondered at the prisoner being examined in the conference area instead of the Med Lab. This was out of the ordinary and Baris was a stickler for protocol. Sighing he gathered his medical equipment and joined Holodoc at the door.
"Any idea what this is about?" Holodoc knew Baris had been scheduled for a mission and hadn't expected his quick return.
"I'll fill you in on the way," he stated as they walked into the corridor and headed for the conference room.
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In the corridor off Med Lab, Comeek was still bent over the exposed panel when the Doctor and that other med tech walked by. He saw them carrying equipment and made the connection.
Quickly replacing the panel, he rose and followed them.
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Post by Logan on May 4, 2009 7:07:45 GMT -6
A tear in space...
Logan had seen and heard some strange things growing up in the Fleet and even more serving as a Colonial Warrior. This though was something else. And whatever lies he might have been telling towards the end of the interview, Kalten truly believed what he was saying about Dolet and the Bronze patrol being sucked into the past through a time rift.
It would explain how they had disappeared from scanners and that strange flicker just before the antique probe craft had appeared before them.
She stopped just inside the landing bay and went to the wall comm unit. Linking in to Bronze Squadron's Ready Room she spoke briefly with Major Jorlan and got permission for Hush to join her at the probe craft. She had a hunch that he would love being able to have a crack at the onboard systems of the old ship.
Several techs were pretending to be busy near the ship and she hid a smile. She knew they were just as eager to check that thing out as she was. Spotting a familar face, she called out, "Gher, care to take a peek?"
The young tech smiled broadly. He had an infectious smile and had worked on Logan's Viper many times. The dark-haired tech was about 25 yahrens old and knew what he was doing. "Get your tools and have a couple of extra hands ready in case we need them. Lt. Hush will be joining us shortly."
"Yes, Captain, " Gher replied and hurried to gather his things, yelling at a few techs standing nearby.
Logan crossed her arms and gave a brief inspection to the outside of the craft. She didn't want to go inside until Hush joined her. She ran her hand along the outside of the ship. "What secrets are you hiding, old girl?"
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Post by Col. Charybdis on May 4, 2009 9:53:15 GMT -6
"I don't think she's hiding anything, Captain," I responded to Logan's rhetorical question as I stepped out from behind the main engines. She jumped a bit as she didn't know that I was there.
"Colonel, I didn't see you," Logan responded.
"It's OK. Sorry to startle you." I looked up at the old craft. "Just like the history scans, huh?" I mused.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Is someone checking the records for this craft? Serial numbers?"
"Yes, sir. Commander Sheba just ordered a full investigation, including a full computer scan."
"Good. I think that will tell us a lot. At least I hope so. Carry on, Captain. Let us know what you find immediately."
Logan smiled, "Yes, sir!"
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