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Post by Astraea on Jan 10, 2005 13:20:14 GMT -6
Boomer walked briskly onto the bridge and found Apollo just where he expected, going over reports with Omega on the command tower. He waved Apollo over as he skipped steps to the top. “I just had a look at that item you found,” he said softly as he stood shoulder to shoulder with the commander.
Apollo could tell from the expression on Boomer’s face that he wasn’t going to like what he had to tell him. “And?”
Boomer glanced around the bridge to make sure they couldn’t be overheard as he pulled the blackened dome-shaped disk out of his pocket. “I’ve fixed more of these things than I care to think about and this one is not a normal tingler.” He popped the bottom panel off and held it between them. “You see these metal wires along the inside?”
The commander had to squint to make out the thin wires under the charring. “Yeah, that’s where the fibers come out of the disk which makes it look like a crawlon.”
“Right, but those are supposed to be fiber optic wires to make sure that the device can’t deliver a potentially hazardous shock. If the tingler malfunctions, the fiber optic wires burn off. You install metal wires and it can deliver a much more intense charge.”
Apollo was right. He didn’t like what he was hearing. “Enough to cause a minor power surge?”
Boomer slipped the abused toy back into his pocket and nodded subtly. “You add timers, attach the metal wires onto the cable and you can be on the other side of the Galactica when it activates.”
He thought back to his inspection of the auxiliary station. “There were small holes in the casing on the back of the power cables,” he recalled. “I couldn’t see them because of where they were positioned, but I could feel them.”
“That’s where I’d put it,” Boomer remarked. “If anyone happened to pass by, it would just look like part of the usual assembly. The one you found probably dropped off so it wasn’t incinerated. That piece from the second site was definitely off of a tingler as well. That kind of metal is too thin to use for anything other than ornamentation or toys.”
Apollo rubbed his fingers across his brow. “Frack.” He had hoped that Boomer would have found a way to disprove his sabotage theory. “What about personnel? Who had access to the auxiliary station?”
Boomer shook his head. “Anyone in the area,” he replied despondently. “The maintenance crew was in and out of there as well as a dozen other people working on the airlock. Security was minimal because it was a secondary station. We don’t even have cameras installed in there.”
“This just gets better and better,” he sighed.
“Colonel Starbuck to Galactica.”
Apollo moved over to Omega’s side to answer the hail himself. “Right on time Starbuck. What’s the word on that Cylon Cruiser?”
“It looks legit,” Starbuck returned. “You won’t believe how Captain Ariesus confirmed it was Lazant. That’s something I want to talk to you about in your quarters as soon as I land. Is security and a med team standing by?”
“Everything’s ready.”
“I’ll be landing with the lead patrol to secure the cruiser than I’ll be there.”
“Copy that. You’re cleared for Alpha Landing Bay. Galactica out.” He turned back to Boomer. “At least that’s some good news.” He rubbed at his chin as he sorted out the details in his head. “There’s probably not any point in running an inquiry concerning the incident, but go ahead and see if you can come up with anything.”
“For your eyes only?” he asked discreetly.
Apollo held his gaze to drive home the seriousness of his statement. “You and Starbuck are the only ones I trust completely.”
He nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
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Post by Astraea on Jan 12, 2005 0:44:08 GMT -6
By the time Starbuck made it over to the Cylon Cruiser, the med techs as well as the security team had completed their outer scan of the vessel. “What’s the word?” Starbuck asked the team leaders.
“After the engines shut down, we were able to pick up what we believe is a cryotube in the aft section of the ship,” one of the med techs responded.
“You believe?” Starbuck pressed. He didn’t want any surprises when they opened up the cruiser door.
“Well sir, you have to consider that the chamber is of Cylon origin and it appears to be a bit antiquated, but we are picking up some faint readings that could be a suspension chamber.”
“And the rest of the ship?”
“There are two others on board with high stress levels, rapid heart rate and such, but I would have to do a personal scan to give you more precise readings.”
“And the security scan?” Starbuck asked as he gave his attention to the security chief.
“No engineered explosive devices can be detected,” he responded with a slight bob of his head. “Emissions appear to be within normal limits and only standard ship equipment is on line. We aren’t detecting Cylon centurion mechanics anywhere in the ship.”
“That’s always good to hear,” Starbuck said then turned at the sound of raised voices. Ariesus and Clorus were on their way over to their group and obviously not waiting for privacy to begin arguing. Starbuck deliberately turned his back on the pair and addressed one of the landing crew. “Ensign. Tell Captain Lazant that we’re waiting.”
Starbuck gave Ariesus a long glare when he stepped up beside him. Clorus had the good sense to stay on the outer fringes of the growing group of warriors and crewmen, but Ariesus still had a mission to complete. “As soon as you greet Captain Lazant, you and your wife are confined to quarters until I have the chance to speak with the Commander.”
“Yes sir,” Ariesus returned meekly as the door on the cruiser rattled to life. He could feel the colonel’s eyes continuing to bore into him, but his stare was fixed on the person standing at the door.
“Greetings fellow warriors!” Lazant called out with his hands held wide.
Applause erupted and people reached out to give Lazant a pat on the shoulder as he stepped down from the Cylon ship. He was familiar with many of the friendly faces surrounding him, but the one he knew best wasn’t smiling at all. Ariesus had his hands on his hips as he stepped up in front of him. Lazant jokingly prepared himself for a punch. “Should I be worried?”
Ariesus glanced through the crowd at Clorus’ scowling face then turned back to Lazant. “Only if I’m still alive after she gets done with me.” Lazant chuckled as he took Ariesus’ extended arm. Ariesus pulled him close to whisper in his ear. “If it wasn’t for Major Brie, the colonel would be refereeing right now.”
“Captain,” Starbuck said pointedly. He hadn’t heard what was said, but he could imagine the captain having some choice words for Lazant.
“Yes sir,” Ariesus said in a more appropriate tone as he stepped back. “Welcome home Captain Lazant.”
“Major Brie?” Lazant mumbled in confusion, but Ariesus turned away. He watched his former wingman speak briefly with Starbuck than he walked out of the landing bay with Clorus on his heels. Realizing that he was keeping Starbuck waiting, he returned his attention to his superior. “Colonel,” Lazant said with a salute. “It’s good to see you again sir.”
“Welcome back Captain,” Starbuck said with a forced smile then reached out to shake his arm. Starbuck took in the tattered and soiled clothes with a sweeping glance then noted the dark rings around Lazant’s eyes. “It looks like you’ve been through some ordeal.”
“Yes sir. I’m afraid that my uniform isn’t quite up to specs sir.” There was a ripple of laughter through the crowd at his understatement.
“We can take care of that,” Starbuck assured him. “You look like you can use some nourishment as well.”
“More than you know sir.”
“I’ll expect a full report once you’ve had the chance to get cleaned up and something to eat.” He looked over Lazant’s shoulder expectantly. “Where’s Lieutenant Deke?”
Lazant dropped his head for a moment before slowing raising his gaze. “I’m afraid that Lieutenant Deke was killed while trying to secure the cruiser sir.”
Starbuck nodded sadly. “I’m sorry to hear that.” His words trailed off when he realized that, with Deke gone, things weren’t adding up. “Wait a centon. If Lieutenant Deke is dead and Captain Amy is in stasis, then who’s the other person on your vessel?”
“Lieutenant Astraea sir,” he said simply.
Starbuck frowned. The name had a familiar ring to it, but he didn’t recall reading it among the list of the dead or missing from the mission. “Lieutenant Astraea?”
“Yes sir.” He straightened his shoulders. “The lieutenant was assigned to Gold Squadron on the Callisto until she was captured by the Cylons approximate five yahrens ago.”
“Five ya…” he repeated before he was stunned into silence. The murmur through the crowd voiced everything that was racing through is mind. “That’s incredible.”
“What’s more incredible is the fact that she’s not the only one who’s been in captivity for so long. Doctors and scientists are heavily sought after by the Cylons.”
“And the lieutenant is?” Starbuck gently prodded.
“A historian sir,” Lazant replied with a note of suspicion.
Starbuck took a long pause as if he was waiting for the punch line. “That’s a bit odd, don’t you think?”
“Everything about the lieutenant is a bit odd.”
He gave a slight shrug. “I guess five yahrens in captivity would do that to you.”
“Sir, I would like to request that Lieutenant Astraea be put under arrest.” When the colonel drew back slightly, Lazant went on to explain. “I suspect that Astraea is the reason that Captain Amy is in a comatose state. The lieutenant prepared some sort of herbal brew and force fed it to Amy.”
“Did you have any of this…ah…herbal brew?”
“Yes sir and it made me violently ill. But that’s not all, sir.” He tipped his head back and pulled down the collar of his uniform to expose the thin red cut that was caked with dried blood. “Lieutenant Astraea was prepared to slit my throat when the proximity alarm sounded to alert us to the patrol. I believe she would have finished the job if the timing of our rescue hadn’t been so perfect.”
Starbuck looked over at the security officer. “Chief,” he said simply and pointed to the cruiser. Several members of the security team grasped their weapons and immediately boarded the ship. Starbuck gave Lazant a long look. “Is there anything else that you need Captain?”
“Just a lift home sir,” Lazant returned.
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Post by Brie on Jan 12, 2005 14:54:54 GMT -6
The young mechanic tried to nonchalantly make his way forward so he could hear better. When he had heard enough, he slipped out the back door. He knew it was a risk, but the information had to be shared. There was one terminal on the Galactica that no one seemed to know about, no one who needed to know, that was. He typed the information, applied the first scrambling code and then the second. He sent it, hoping that he would be rewarded instead of reprimanded.
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Post by Astraea on Jan 14, 2005 12:29:18 GMT -6
Astraea had her legs crossed at the ankles and her arms folded over her stomach when the Galactica security team entered the Cylon cruiser. She had taken up position near the door to eavesdrop after Lazant’s grand entrance. “Well that didn’t take him long at all, did it?” she asked the guards as they circled around her.
“Could you stand please miss?”
She gave the man speaking to her an appraising look. He wasn’t very tall and a bit stalky, but there was something appealing about his dark skin and gray hair. His hawkish features weren’t classically attractive, but he was rugged with a confident expression. “Sure handsome.” She saw him jerk back slightly and guessed that he didn’t hear that word much.
After she stood, Astraea laced her fingers together behind her head as she gave him a coy smile. She had already found his button. “Are you going to frisk me?” she asked with a pout.
He hesitated for only a micron then he gestured to one of his team to do honors. Astraea had to smile once more. The man’s stare steadfastly held hers even as she was being searched. She had embarrassed him to the point that he refused to lower his gaze to watch the pat down. Once it was done, Astraea sighed sadly as she gave the leader a longing look. “What a shame.”
He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at one of his men. “You…uh…”
“Glint, sir.”
“I know your name,” he snapped back and just managed to stop himself from glancing in Astraea’s direction. “Go secure the rest of the ship.”
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Post by Astraea on Jan 14, 2005 14:35:55 GMT -6
Starbuck paced the commander’s quarters while Apollo stood off to the side to watch his friend vent. “They’ve been sealed for over a yahren!” Starbuck fumed.
“Considering the last yahren, something like that could have been easily overlooked.”
“They knew the regulations and deliberately concealed the fact that they were sealed!”
“They both, understandably, wanted to serve under your command,” Apollo reminded him.
“Don’t try stroking my ego,” he warned. “That felgercarb stopped working yahrens ago.”
“Could this have more to do with the fact that they managed to pull one over on you?”
“I’m not letting a sealed couple fly in the same squadron,” Starbuck insisted as he stepped up in front of Apollo.
“And I’m not saying you should,” Apollo assured him as he held his hands up in surrender. “That was a good regulation, Starbuck. The number of orphaned children has dropped dramatically by separating the parents and that’s all because of you.” He could see some of Starbuck’s anger dissipating. “Now what do you plan to do with Ariesus and Clorus?”
“Oh they’re both out of Blue Squadron. Both took an active part in concealing the seal. I can’t trust either one of them.”
“Maybe you should take a little time to think about that,” Apollo suggested. “We don’t have any available replacements at the moment and both of them are good pilots.”
Starbuck considered that for a long moment then the corner of his mouth turned up. “Yeah, I think I’ll sleep on it tonight.” He slipped a partially smoked cigar out of his jacket pocket and smiled. “That will give Ariesus and Clorus a chance to discuss what happened on the mission.”
Apollo looked at his friend warily. “Clorus is going to rip him apart, isn’t she?”
He chuckled. “Oh yeah.”
“Commander Apollo,” Omega interrupted over the com-tell.
Apollo took a step back to see the monitor. “Go ahead Omega.”
“Internal communications are back on line sir.”
Starbuck rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”
“And the medical staff in the landing bay wish to speak with you,” Omega concluded oblivious to the colonel’s comment.
“Patch them through,” Apollo ordered. Microns later, the image of the med tech came on screen. “Capson,” he said simply in greeting with a nod of his head. “What is the condition of our new arrivals?”
“Both Captain Lazant and Lieutenant Astraea appear to have mild concussions, an assortment of bruises, cuts and minor burns, but nothing serious.”
“And Captain Amy?” the commander pressed.
“That’s where the problem is sir,” Capson responded with a sigh. “Her vital signs are so faint that they are practically non-existent and she would have to be treated immediately upon removal or we could lose her. Because of the position of the cryochamber, we would need to cut through the deck directly above to get her out as quickly as possible.”
“The landing bay laser cutters should do the trick,” Starbuck commented from behind the commander.
“But we allocated them to the repair team,” Apollo reminded him.
“That’s not the only problem sir,” Capson stated. “Even if we do manage to get the lieutenant out, she will need immediate medical treatment, but Dr. Salik is currently in surgery and probably will be for several centars.”
He nodded slowly as he started to figure out travel time. “Recommendation?” he asked.
“The Callisto has everything necessary to give the captain a fighting chance sir. With the faint readings, the sooner she is treated the better. Even in the cryochamber, she could still expire if we wait.”
“Thank you Capson. I’d like you to remain with Captain Amy and monitor her vital signs while we make arrangements for her transfer.”
Apollo sighed as the monitor flashed out and he turned back to Starbuck. “I had hoped with Captains Lazant and Amy’s return that we would be able to overturn Major Brie’s conviction, but if Amy should die…”
Starbuck growled. “What’s the fleet coming to if quality warriors like Brie can get convicted for doing her job?” He had managed to pick up just enough of the IFB transmission to hear the sentence. He was already irritated about that when he found out about two of his pilots breaking regulations. “Are you sending the cruiser to the Callisto?”
He gave a nod. “I set a course to bring us close enough to the Callisto that I could get an update directly from Sheba before moving into position on the other side of the fleet. The cruiser could transfer over within a few centons at that point.”
“What about Lieutenant Astraea?” Starbuck asked. “Should we keep her in the brig here or send her on?”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m a little rusty on Cylon flight controls.”
“Yeah, well…” Starbuck mumbled then plopped his fumarello back into his mouth.
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Post by Brie on Jan 16, 2005 8:35:12 GMT -6
A few centons after Starbuck left Commander Apollo was informed that some ship-to-ship communications had been restored, and that the Callisto MIGHT be close enough to receive tranmissions. He immediately sent his message:
“Commander Sheba,
A Cylon Cruiser had been discovered by one of our patrols. Much to our surprise, it wasn’t being piloted by Cylons. In fact, the pilot was none other than Captain Lazant. Although tired, hungry and a bit beat up, he’s fine. Captain Amy is with him, although her condition is extremely critical. She might not make it. Unfortunately Lieutenant Deke perished on the Cylon Moon. There is another woman with them, a former Cylon prisoner. We’re going to perform DNA tests to confirm her identity. I will send you more information as soon as possible.
Commander Apollo”
He had a second message that he needed to send to her, but this one was a bit more tricky. Only three people in the fleet knew how to break the code or even of its existence; himself, his sister, and Sheba. It was based on a system so obscure that no one would ever guess, but still he would use it only in an emergency situation. Using the code her had developed himself, he sent another message to Sheba, telling her what needed to be done.
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Post by Astraea on Jan 16, 2005 23:46:29 GMT -6
Starbuck’s gaze wandered over the charred hull of the Cylon Cruiser as he made his way across the landing bay. It was always unnerving for him to be that close to a Cylon ship without his Viper wrapped around him. He would never admit it, but he was glad the cruiser was going to the Callisto and even more so that he didn’t have to pilot it.
The colonel stopped next to a lab technician hovering over a portable unit. “Have you had the chance to run those test samples yet?” he asked expectantly. The gaunt young tech gave him a blank expression as if stunned that someone was actually speaking to him. Starbuck’s brows rose and he gestured to the assortment of test tubes racked together on the analyzer. “Test samples?”
“Oh! Yes.” He snapped out of his daze and picked up the data pad. “I’ve run preliminary tests on most of the samples taken from the Cylon Cruiser.” He cleared his throat as he shifted from one foot to the other. “I’ve tested the water, consumables, roots, worms, vomit…”
Starbuck held up a hand. “Um, uh, let’s not…get into too many details.”
The tech seemed confused for a moment and then realized what had made the colonel squeamish. “Oh, yes. Um. The initial tests of the…the substances found on board indicate that they are all organic. Roots, berries, herbs and a not particularly hygienic bucket of water. The, uh, woman…” He glanced feverishly through his notes. “Lieutenant…uh…”
“Astraea,” Starbuck supplied hoping to speed things along. If they were able to launch while the Galactica was in close proximity to the Callisto, than they wouldn’t have to refuel the cruiser.
“Yes, uh, Lieutenant Astraea stated that the uh…” He glanced through the tubes on the rack to find the brownish liquid then pulled it out to hand to Starbuck. “She called this Gourt Root tea and said that she gave about half a cup to Captain Amy?”
Starbuck held his hand up once more to avoid taking the tube. Just knowing that there was vomit somewhere in the same rack made him somewhat reluctant to handle anything from it. “And?”
The tech shrugged. “It’s Gourt Root.”
The colonel sighed heavily in frustration. “But is it poisonous?”
“Oh no sir. Herbalists use it as a pain killer. I’ve heard that you can take quite a ride if you drink too much of it, but half a cup would probably only make you feel good.”
He gave a subtle nod. He finally felt like they were getting somewhere. “And what about Lieutenant Astraea.” The tech gave him another blank look. “The DNA tests that Commander Apollo ordered?” Starbuck rubbed his fingers across his forehead when the tech started clicking through the information on the data pad.
“We sure had a heck of a time finding her bio data,” he said nervously as he continued to search. “It seems the lieutenant transferred over to the Callisto several yahrens ago and most of her personal data went with her.” He paused to look over at the colonel. “We had to go through…”
“We’re skipping the details,” Starbuck reminded him as he circled his hand in the air for him to speed up.
“Oh yeah.” He looked down at his data pad again and finally found the medical exam portion. “This chick is loaded with Cylon parts. Her right arm and leg appear to be of Cylon construction. I actually bent the needle when I tried to get a sample. There’s a…”
“Wait, wait,” Starbuck said in confusion. He hadn’t seen the lieutenant yet and he had a mental image of skeletal Cylon arm attached to a human body. “She has a metal arm?”
“Ye…well no. It’s just the bone, but the rest of her arm is hers. Whoever patched her up did a pretty good job. I can’t even find the scar for the implants. They would have had to slice open her entire arm, lay it out to pin…”
“Okay, okay, I get the picture.” He shook his head slowly as he continued to wait. After several microns he tapped his finger against the data pad. “The DNA results?”
“Oh!” He jumped and glanced at the information. “It’s positive,” he stated. “She is, or what’s left of her is, Lieutenant Astraea.”
“Thank you,” Starbuck said with an exasperated tone and immediately walked away. He could understand why the tech seemed so surprised to have someone speaking to him. “Ah! Captain Lazant,” he said as Lazant walked into the landing bay wearing a fresh uniform. “Just the man I wanted to see.”
“Colonel,” he returned simply as they met under the nose of the cruiser. “I just received orders to report to the cruiser to await launch instruction?”
“Yes, uh, we are nearing the Callisto and Commander Apollo has ordered the Cylon Cruiser transferred. The med techs were concerned about Captain Amy receiving immediate medical attention, but Dr. Salik is in surgery.”
“I understand sir,” he said crisply.
“Listen Captain,” Starbuck said softly as he took a glance around to be sure that they weren’t overheard. “I know that you have legitimate reason to be concerned for your safety considering everything that you went through with Lieutenant Astraea, but we don’t exactly have a surplus of warriors familiar with Cylon technology. In your opinion, is there any reason that we should be concerned with the lieutenant piloting the cruiser?”
It took Lazant a moment to realize what the colonel was referring to then he smiled reassuringly. “You don’t have to worry about her crashing the cruiser into the landing bay or anything like that sir. She’s psychotic about destroying everything Cylon, but she has this weird sort of reverence for Colonial ships. You should have seen her face when the Galactica came into view.” Lazant shook his head. “It was like she was paying homage to the Lords of Kobol.”
Starbuck gave him a long look. “This lieutenant sounds like a…an interesting woman,” he said judiciously.
“Scary would be a better word sir,” Lazant corrected him.
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Post by Astraea on Jan 18, 2005 23:42:23 GMT -6
Astraea was a little surprised to hear that Commander Apollo ordered the launch of the cruiser to the Callisto. She had expected to play out the rest of the fantasy onboard the Galactica as usual. Even though she hadn’t been able to convince Lazant of it, she was certain that they were only playing a role. Still, she couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped when she brought the cruiser around to prepare for landing at her home. “The Callisto,” Astraea whispered when the Battlestar loomed above them. “The creation of the legendary Commander Cain.”
The security officer behind Astraea glanced over at his counterpart sitting in the copilot’s seat. When he shook his head, he looked down at Astraea. “Excuse me?”
“Take a good look boys,” she said a little louder as she admired the view. “You’re not just looking at history, but mythology come to life.”
The men exchanged another bemused look. “It’s a Battlestar,” he stated.
Astraea shook her head. “It’s an allegory for hope.”
The security officer straightened once more and twirled a finger next to his head as he gave his buddy another look. They had been warned that the lieutenant could be mentally unbalanced, but they hadn’t expected to have her confirm it.
She felt a moment of sadness that the two men couldn’t appreciate what the Callisto represented. She wasn’t simply a Battlestar, but evidence that they would go on, that they would survive, that they would grow. Having such a fabled creator only added to the mystique, but having Cain’s own daughter at the helm made the Callisto real. It was a legend and a symbol of the future all in one.
They were given immediate clearance to land and Astraea took the cruiser in slowly. It wasn’t so much to keep from alarming the patrol circling them, but so that she could admire the ship for as long as possible. Hoards of people were filling the bay as they touched down and Astraea watched them scrambling toward the ship through the front windows. The medical team and rescue technicians were easy to spot. The large, hand held laser cutters would make quick work of the deck just above Amy’s cryochamber and it was obvious that the crew wasn’t wasting a micron in getting the captain out.
Astraea rubbed at the back of her neck as she leaned forward to see more of the landing bay. “They’ve done a much better job on the detailing,” she commented then caught the confused look of the man sitting next to her. “The Cylons always made the Callisto landing bays look like the Galactica’s,” she explained, but he was more confused than before. Astraea just waved him off. “Why am I trying to explain that to a figment of my imagination?”
“Okay,” the man behind her drawled out slowly. “Time to go Lieutenant Wingnut.”
Astraea chuckled as she pointed back at him for the remark then she froze. Humor? In a Cylon induced hallucination? “But they don’t get humor,” she mumbled. She rubbed at the scar at the back of her neck. “They must have found out about it.”
The security officer in the copilot’s chair rose slowly so as not to startle Astraea then he tossed his head slightly at his buddy. “The sooner we turn the lieutenant over to the Callisto, the better,” he said softly.
“I’m with you partner.” They both took a firm grip on their stun rods then the one behind Astraea reached out to tap her on the shoulder. “Time to go Lieutenant,” he repeated loudly then braced himself. After hearing Lazant’s tale of how she tried to slit his throat, both men were on edge.
Astraea eyed them both curiously as she stood. They were new faces to her and not the usual characters that the Cylons selected for their experiments. Just go along with it, she told herself. They’ll slip up sooner or later.
She slowly made her way off of the cruiser with her escorts. Four more men joined them as they walked across the bay, but Astraea didn’t pay any attention to them. She was drinking in every detail of the ship around her. It was perfect. Could the Cylons have gotten a schematic? Were Lazant and Amy really from the Callisto? Had they divulged the inner design? Could this really be the Callisto?
She stopped herself there. She wouldn’t be fooled into believing that she had actually returned home. It had been some time since the Cylons had used her in one of their dreamscapes. She had to assume that they had gotten more precise details. She couldn’t allow them to dupe her no matter how good their blueprints were.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Jan 25, 2005 8:54:51 GMT -6
As I made my way toward the landing bay my mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. Some were excited about the fact that Amy and Lazant were alive, but then some were tempered by the fact that they said Amy was barely alive. What did that mean?
I had to get there fast. I began running toward the bay. When I arrived, I burst into a chaotic scene. There in the landing bay was a full-fledged Cylon cruiser. What a strange sight! I had heard about them, but in all my yahrens had never been upclose to them, but maybe in a viper back in my flying days.
I slowly took a look at it. I called over one of the technicians. "Where are they?" I asked.
"They've been taken to the Med lab, sir. And I don't'' know where they took the other one," he said.
He walked off quickly to return to this duties. "Other one?" I muttered to myself. I hadn't heard about anyone else on their return. Perhaps he misspoke.
I quickly turned and ran out of the bay heading for the Med Lab. I had to see Amy...
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Jan 26, 2005 11:03:36 GMT -6
I burst through the doors to the Med Lab and the place was in chaos. "Where's Amy?" I asked one of the med techs.
She pointed over to the far side of the lab. I walked over quickly and was stopped by Nurse holodoc. "Colonel. I"m sorry, but no one is admitted in there without Doc BKJ's approval."
"How is she? I have to see her, Captain!"
"From what I know she is in some sort of stasis. She's alive, but barely. The rest will have to come from the doctor. SHe's in with her right now. When we know something, we'll let you know."
The same standard thing with these medical people. I could see that they were not going to let me in.
My comm unit buzzed. "Yes?" I asked.
"Colonel. Please come to the security area. They want you to meet with the person who was brought in with Captain Lazant and Amy."
"What, right now?" I responded. I was a bit distracted with all that was going on with Amy. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her at this critical time. A bit angrily, I said, "Who is this person anyway?"
The voice responded, "I'm not sure sure, sir. All they said was that she is a Colonial Warrior named Astraea."
My heart stopped for a micron. Astraea? Astraea? Did he say Astraea? My mind started to fuzz. I was totally confused, to say the least. I guess there must be someone else with that name. I was stunned. About all I could get out of my mouth was, "Tell them I'm on my way."
I turned to the Med Tech, "Nurse, you let me know the micron you find out about Amy's condition."
She nodded as I turned and left the Med Lab. What the frack was this? Who was this 'Astraea' who was brought over with them? I had heard that she was a prisoner captured by the Cylons. Very strange.
Well, if I couldn't get any information from Amy, I would get to the bottom of this from this Astraea person...but deep down in my mind...it couldn't. It just couldn't.
I almost began running toward the security area...
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