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Post by Brie on Apr 2, 2005 10:41:02 GMT -6
Major Buellah was approached by a security officer, who was miffed about something. “I ran that checked you asked me about. Very funny, Sir. I do have other things to do with my time.”
It took a micron for Buellah to even realize what he was talking about. “It was no joke.”
The officer seemed surprised. “Really? I thought it was, because all the names you gave me to check were people who are dead. All but one, who doesn’t exist.”
The bad feeling in the pit of Buellah’s stomach started to grow again. “Let me see that list.” The officer handed it to him. He remembered Boleman saying the Jemmie had been Trula’s mother. He now recognized another name; Crane had been in Brie’s file, something about Brie’s first patrol. “Who doesn’t exist?”
The officer pointed. “Right there. That’s why I thought for sure it was a joke. Dogwenruoy? What kind of a name is that?”
"Dogwenruoy, Dogwenruoy,” Buellah mumbled. "Well, thanks for your help.” He looked around. “Have you seen Boleman? I really need to talk to him.”
“No,” the officer said, preparing to leave, “but if I do I’ll send him your way.”
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Post by Brie on Apr 3, 2005 11:34:46 GMT -6
“Dogwenruoy, Dogwenruoy,” Major Buellah kept repeating to himself. “Dogwenruoy. There’s got to be a reason that name was picked.” Realizing that he was speaking out loud, he tried to just think it through. It doesn’t sound like anything associated with any of the Colonies. Dogwenruoy. He continued to stare at the list in front of him. The whole situation was giving him a headache. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and absentmindedly squinted at the strange name. It suddenly came to him. “Holy frack,” he said, then realized once again that he was speaking out loud. He can’t be THAT arrogant.
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Post by JustinB on Apr 4, 2005 2:04:38 GMT -6
I looked absolutely ridiculas in the worker clothes supplied by Ange.
"By the way, you are going to have these," Ange said as he handed me a pitchfork and Dolet a shovel. I tucked my laser into my uniform. There was no way I'd enter anywhere without it.
"Graduate a warrior and now I am farmer. All I need is some bovine and I'll be set." guestured Dolet jokingly.
"Ange, where is everyone who is not part of this insurrection being held?" I asked.
"Thats simple, the main recreation area. It is large enough to hold a large amount of people. Plus it has only one entrance, being guarded by no more than two people." Ange replied.
"Show us the way and we can see what damage we can do with a pitchfork and a shovel. Hopefully we aren't too late."
Security Officer Ange went off and Dolet and I followed. "Dolet," I whipered, "be sure to be ready in case we run into a trap. Dolet nodded. "So Ange, if we succeed here today, how would you feel about being transferred to the Callisto?"
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Post by Brie on Apr 4, 2005 5:10:40 GMT -6
Exactly five centons later Piece contacted the Galactica once again. “Apollo,” he snarled, “is Tigh there with you?”
President Tigh’s face appeared on the monitor. “I’m here, Pierce.”
“Is the Callisto linked with us as well?” Pierce wanted to know.
“We’re here.” Commander Sheba’s voice could be heard but her face didn’t appear on any of the monitors.
“I want to see for myself,” Pierce growled.
“I can take care of that, Master,” Chip said quickly, eager to please.
Pierce voice softened. “I would appreciate that, my son. Also, make sure our likeness is zoomed out as far as possible. I want them to be able to see and understand exactly what is going on here.” A micron later Sheba was seen on one of the monitors as well. “That’s much better.”
Commander Apollo used every ounce of strength to stay calm. “What exactly IS going on, Major Pierce?”
Pierce shook his head in disappointment. “I would have thought that you figured it out by now. I have control of the Agro Ship and the Livestock Ship. A word of warning, Apollo. Don’t think of sending even one viper close to this ship. We brought with us a rather large bomb, and the micron a viper or any other ship for that matter appears on our scanners everyone will die. Not only will the loss of life here be tremendous, the fleet’s food supply will be gone as well.”
“Why should I believe you?” Apollo asked.
Pierce grinned. “Well, maybe you won’t believe me. But I did bring along someone who I think you will believe. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about former Major Brie, it’s that she’s painfully honest. Or stupidly honest. Or maybe it’s honestly stupid. She even kept her promise to not try anything when we momentarily untied her hands.”
“Brie, you’re on the Agro Ship?” Sheba said.
“Not by choice,” Brie told her.
“Are you okay?” Apollo asked.
“Besides finding out the hard way that I’m allergic to anaesthesine vapor, being shot by my former protector’s wife and being slated for public execution I’m fine, Sir,” Brie replied.
Although his face couldn’t be seen, Boleman’s voice was clearly heard. “You were shot by Trula?”
“Sorry, Boleman,” Brie replied, “but she’s not the woman that you thought she was.”
Pierce was growing impatient. “Tell the former commander of the fleet what’s going on.”
“Well, Sir,” Brie started, “I haven’t seen this bomb that he’s talking about, but I believe it exists. There was a small explosion earlier to scare the workers into submission. One of Pierce’s ‘followers’ then came and told us that the workers had been captured. Pierce controls the bridge. The pilot and the navigator are both dead, and Captain Suttir is understandably nervous.”
“Who’s piloting the ship?” Apollo asked.
“A disgrace to Gold Squadron and the Colonial Military.” Brie purposely didn’t look at Logan.
“Enough of this,” Pierce said. “My demands are simple.” He nodded at Chip. “We are transmitting the coordinates of a planet, our new home. The fleet is to change direction and arrive on that planet. The military as it now stands and the Council of the Twelve will both be dissolved, and I will be the new leader.”
“You’re crazy,” Sheba could be heard muttering.
“No, my dear,” Pierce said quickly, “it’s the old way of things that is crazy. It’s following an old fool’s dream to find a nonexistent planet that’s crazy. It’s making the last survivors of the human race live like animals in broken-down ships that’s crazy. I’m not crazy at all. If you look at the passenger list from the shuttle we brought here you’ll find out exactly who I am. I’ll give you five more centons to talk things over amongst yourselves. Master Pierce, the new Leader of the human race, out.” Just like that, Pierce’s face was gone from the monitors.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Apr 4, 2005 11:14:51 GMT -6
I stood behind Sheba on the bridge not believing what I was hearing. Pierce was taking control of the fleet in an armed mutiny!!!!!
A sudden thought crossed my mind: perhaps we were not a race worth saving after all....
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Post by Amy81 on Apr 4, 2005 15:45:15 GMT -6
"Transfer to the Callisto?" Ange asked in a low voice. JustinB had just asked how he would feel about the idea. Ange laughed softly. "Why would I want to go there? I like it here. It's peaceful, quiet..." His voice trailed off as he heard voices up ahead. He held up a hand to signal for silence.
They ducked into a side corridor where a wall stuck out to offer them a place to hide. The voices drew nearer. Ange's heart pumped madly as he recognized one of the voices. "It's Chief Trolane" he whispered. "Head of security. He's gone over."
JustinB nodded. "How many voices do you make out?"
"Two."
"Odds are in our favor on this one. Let's take them out."
The three of them poised to strike, and as Trolane and the other man came into view, they pounced. Not wanting to use blasters because of the noise, they subdued the pair the old fashioned way. In millicentons it was over.
Ange was breathing heavily. "Rotten daggits" he hissed between gasps as he stared at the prone pair on the floor.
Dolet gave them a quick search. "We scored two blasters. And the Chief's comm. We'll be able to tap in on any internal communications with this."
Ange reached out and took it. "Good. Let's tie these fracking turncoats up and get on with this Lord's forsaken felgercarb."
As they dragged the unconcious duo into a store room, JustinB spoke to Ange. "You move pretty good. Ever think of becoming a warrior?"
Ange let out a chuckle. "Been there, got discharged from that. Wounded in battle. I'm not surprised you younger folks haven't heard of me. If I took a micron to dwell on it, I might find myself joining the mutiny myself."
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Post by LucianG on Apr 4, 2005 16:15:37 GMT -6
On the Cylon cruiser, Fallel and Lucian continued to work to decipher the data discs containing Captain Amy’s wiped memories. Solon had left some time before to get some sleep.
Making very slow, very deliberate progress, with Fallel doing 90% of the actual work, but with Lucian observing every step, making notes, and trying different logic paths to provide additional perspectives, both men were startled when Lucian’s comm unit sounded, quite loudly, in the confines of the cruiser’s data center. Lucian stepped away and lowered the volume before answering Lieutenant Finky’s call.
Lucian was quite surprised to find that the ship had been put on alert, since the klaxons could not be heard inside the enclosed cruiser. With the Commander unavailable, and Colonel Charybdis occupied, Lucian was finally able to speak with Major Joey, who could give him no more information than Finky. Concerned about the alert, Lucian quickly filled her in on the work on the cruiser and then asked, “Joey, am I needed on the Bridge? Is there anything I can do there to help?”
“Lucian, I’m not aware of anything you can do at the moment, but keep your comm unit on just in case. We’ll call you if the situation changes. You guys solve that thing and get Captain Amy back to us as good as new as soon as you can. Joey out.”
“Get Captain Amy back to us.” Lucian thought about those words as he reentered the Cylon data center. He hoped against all hope that they would be able to do that...eventually.
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Post by Brie on Apr 5, 2005 12:15:36 GMT -6
On the bridge of the Galactica Commander Apollo was approached by Omega. “Sir,” he started, “we’ve run an analysis on those coordinates that Pierce sent. They must be wrong.”
“Why?” Apollo asked.
“The planet that he’s talking about is uninhabitable,” Omega informed him. “The temperature in the daytime runs close to the boiling point. Although at a glance the atmosphere looks breathable, there appear to be traces of several different poisonous gases. A quick scan wouldn’t have come up with all of this, but since our equipment is more powerful than anything else in the fleet...”
“Pierce will never believe this,” President Tigh said. “He’ll think you’re just saying it to throw him off.”
“Either that, or these aren’t the actual coordinates,” Apollo suggested. “Maybe he's trying to throw us off, send anyone who won’t follow him to their death.”
“It’s hard to try to figure out a madman,” Tigh added. “And to think that his advice has been followed by the military for all these yahrens.”
“I have an idea,” Apollo said. “A compromise. One that Pierce probably won’t go for, but if he does it could save a lot of lives. Omega, what’s the status of the launch bays?”
“They should be operational again within a centar,” Omega replied.
“Place all squadrons on alert,” Apollo ordered, “but no one is to launch without my direct order.”
“Yes, Sir.”
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Post by Brie on Apr 5, 2005 12:17:22 GMT -6
“What’s the status of Gold Squadron?” Commander Sheba asked.
“They’re in the launch bay, Ma’am,” Major Joey replied. “Their vipers are being searched, then they’ll be ready to launch.”
“Seems kind of pointless to search them now,” Sheba said, “but let them continue. Once they’ve launched send a message to Major Skyler. Let him know that Brie has been found. But don’t give him any information. If he finds out that she’s being held hostage on the Agro Ship, well, his actions could end up getting everyone killed. Pierce said he’ll destroy the ship if even one viper approaches, and I believe him.”
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Post by Brie on Apr 6, 2005 11:57:50 GMT -6
Once again, Pierce waited exactly five centons. The link had already been reestablished between the Galactica and the Callisto. “Well, Apollo,” Pierce started, “are you ready to meet my demands?”
“What demands?” Apollo wanted to know. “So far what you’ve done is told me about a bomb that may or may not exist, and let me know the whereabouts of a missing prisoner. That’s all.”
Pierce grinned. “Okay, play dumb. I want complete control of the fleet. First, the fleet is to change direction. We’re to head towards that planet that I’ve already told you about.”
Apollo purposely didn’t look at Tigh or Omega. “Second?”
“Second, my people will be spread throughout the fleet,” Pierce continued, “to make sure that no one tries anything. My bomb and I will stay here on the Agro Ship until we’re about to land. We can discuss the specifics of the transfer of power when you agree to give me control.”
“I have a counter-offer,” Commander Apollo said. “We’ll let you have one ship, one big enough for you and anyone who wants to go with you. We’ll fill it up with food, supplies, and enough tylium for you to make it to your destination. Considering how low we are on tylium at the micron...”
“No!” Pierce said sternly. “You will NOT just send us away. I WILL control the human race, it is my destiny to do so. I’ll give you five more centons, Apollo, and then you can watch the first hostage die. Master Pierce, Dogwenruoy, out.”
The connect between the Galactica and the Callisto remained intact. “’Dogwenruoy’?” Commander Apollo repeated. “What does he mean by that.”
“Sir, I think I know,” Major Buellah replied. He informed everyone what he had figured out.
“If that’s truly what he thinks,” President Tigh commented, “he’s even more dangerous than we thought.”
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