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Previously, On Battlestar Libra...


Hydrus – Guest Quarters
1543
Day 204


…At this time, the only operative we have on a military ship has limited access, but he knows of the major officers and most of their daily routines. He awaits his orders for when the time comes.

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Day 205 Time 0159

Gently, Duncan put his hand on the body’s shoulder also, turning it face down. “Water to sand,” he said softly.

“He’s not clan,” DeValera commented.

“Barrington had enough guts to be,” Duncan replied.

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1605, Day 207

["Oh. Well, if you're busy, I can call back later."] Nona replied.

"No...No, it will probably take them awhile to gather the information I need, anyways. What can I do for you?" Liza asked

["I heard your speech at the memorial Service. That was very nice of you, dear."] Nona complimented her and then she changed the subject to the reason for the call. ["I'm calling about the Wedding. The Convention ended a week ago."]

"And immediately transitioned into setting everything up for elections and securing space, security, and supplies for the new government...."

["Yes, yes. I know you're quite busy with the Interim Council. But we need a date, in order for me to send out invitations."] Nona said very calmly, like any professional wedding planner.

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Day 218
0455


...Commander. Guynes looked over to Harper. "Do you have any final words, Mr. Harper?"

“Frak you,” Harper said. He tried to sound contemptuous, but the words came out weakly.

With a look from the Commander, Storm and his marines put the hood over Ron Harper's head, and then they left the extended platform.

Harper was swaying unsteadily and a low moan came from under the hood.

Lorna averted her eyes.

Commander Guynes gave Captain Storm a nearly silent signal, and then the Marine captain pressed a button. The small plank platform gave way, and Ron Harper was silenced forever with the snapping of his neck.

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Day 211, Admiral Benito Rodrigues’ office… "So you are asking me to take the people of my fleet to an unstable system where the cylons might already be awaiting us..." Rodrigues said levelly. "Based on 'data' obtained from an ancient and obscure prophet."

Day 212, Admiral Rodrigues briefing the military ship commanders… "We are heading toward Pythos, gentlemen… It's not a pleasant place, and we'll stop and do further reconnaissance when we get closer. It will take multiple jumps per day, for about twenty days, to get us close enough to get more accurate readings."

Precisely at 0615 on the 215th day after the holocaust, the fleet began the long series of jumps toward the Pythos system.

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D 217 T 0625
Battlestar Taurus


If it were any other woman, Xen would have crossed the distance that separated them to offer solace - a shoulder to cry on. But this was a cylon, and Xenthais was not ready to put herself, and her children, in danger by getting too close. Still, she leaned forward on the chair and whispered.

"It's strange, isn't it, how one emotion can take us to the heights of ecstasy one moment and to the pits of Hades the next? It's... dangerous to love. I swore I'd never fall again. And then," she shrugged, "then I met... the father of my babies, and I couldn't help it. I didn't want to, and neither did he, but it just... happened."

"What started as a mission for me turned into so much more. He's gone and I have so much to learn... things I never could have fathomed. It's overwhelming, all these emotions and in the end, I find myself..."

Hurt? Afraid? Lost? What did a lovelorn cylon feel? Xen wondered. "Yes?" she whispered.

"I don't want to be a Cylon. I want to be...human."

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Day 218 1645

"... And so, my fellow Colonials, I'm not asking you to trust me; I'm asking you to trust yourselves, to trust your instincts... When you're in that voting booth, think hard about what you want the new presidency to be, and then vote for the candidate that best embodies that vision. I've shared my vision with you. I hope it is yours as well. Thank you and may the gods be with us always!"

Hester Fairbanks finished her speech to enthusiatic applause. It was a good sized crowd and she walked down from the podium to press the flesh.

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Day 207
1945


"That's for the reason for the elongated body." Maj. Lane Azmos smiled. "Spy packaging or two missiles...standard or nuclear tipped."

"It uses standard Viper avionics and ECM?" Mac questioned.

"We hoped to move over some of the enhancements were created for the Rangers into this design." Col. Wilson smiled "Some of it could come over."

Mac nodded understandingly. "Without the main guns and the storage needed for ammo, that will free up room for some nice bells and whistles."

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Day 218
1200
CH 691


"You are a natural leader...and the people trust you." Meyers paused for a moment. "And I have another reason why I think you are perfect."

"Which is?" said Liza, her voice perfectly flat and unreadable.

"If something happens to me, this fleet is good hands with you." Andy said matter-of-factly. "A lot of thought went into this. I'd rather have you in that position than anyone else."

"I don't suppose anyone is interested in my opinion." Willborn said in a whisper, but loud enough for both to hear. Then, he sipped his water.

"Please, Willborn, I would like to hear it." said Meyers

“I've watched Liza in action, from the beginning. Well, not that first Captain's meeting at Ragnar…But early enough." he said to Meyers, then he turned to Liala. “And she can do it. She is quite capable. There is not a doubt in my mind that she can do this, and do it well. But it comes down to one thing."

He was now looking into her eyes. "Will you do it willingly, or begrudgingly?"

Liza's eyes flicked side to side, like a trapped animal, at Willborn's statement. She supposed she should have expected him to take that side. After all....He had been the one to drag her out of the engine room that day on Dawn.... the first (except perhaps Kalrk) to have accepted her as Acting Director. Before she had even. The first to have viewed her as even things she never viewed herself as, later on.

And Meyers....Whether through accident or deliberate act, Meyers had caught her where she was most vulnerable, with his reasoning. A lot of thought and planning, indeed. Issues of succession, issues of ensuring the survival of the human race, and the new government. "Don't let my nightmare, your nightmare, happen again...", she had told Greene.....

"I'll do it." she said, somewhat surprised, even as it was, to hear her voice speaking the words.

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Cylon Baseship Battle Group
Day 210


Cepha walked into an empty room with his meditation mat in hand. He was frustrated with the others. "None of them have focus to really do the job that has to be done."

"No?" Alexa asked. She was standing at parade rest in a dark corner, and now she took a single step forward. The light shone on her red hair, making it look bronze. "Then you'll have to focus for everyone. You've done it before--you can do it again." She smiled, ferally, and ran a finger across her throat. "That's what he deserves."

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2025
Day 211


"I do like to know what's going on." Kalrk admitted. "And having some kind of government involvement might be the way to go. What would you suggest? I'm not much of a farmer, so please don't say Secretary of Agriculture." he laughed, and then, "How about a drink, Andy?"

“A drink sounds great, my friend.” Meyers accepted the drink and both men sat down. “Well, how about the Quorum? I bet you could keep Patrick Greene in check.”

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Taurus CIC
Day 219
0645


Commander Guynes got out from underneath Captain Wu’s body. When he saw half of his friend’s head was missing, he knew he was dead. He quickly looked over to Merconi as a marine rushed over to her.

“Xen, you’re bleeding!” he said has he looked at her bloody uniform. "You've been hit!"

She stared at him blankly for an instant and then looked down; the left side of her shirt was wet and sticky with blood.

"Oh dear Gods no!" Bays grabbed a handset after seeing the Colonel and Captain “CIC to Medical. I have people who have been shot. Send a response team stat!”

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Harvest Moon

As the raptor's hatch opened, she caught sight of the cylon here in the hangar bay, looking at her.

"Hello, Sarah. Welcome aboard," Kalrk said warmly.

And the male cylon saw the two men standing behind her. "Hello, Colonel, Major. Welcome."

Kalrk knew that the two men were coming along, that Duncan was going to ferry from Harvest Moon to Libra, and that Cole knew that Sarah and he were both cylons.

Still.

I guess she and I will never be allowed to have a personal conversation.

After Sarah had given Kalrk a quick hug, Cole stepped up and offered him his hand. "Good morning Captain", he smiled, "and thanks for the chance to see this marvelous ship here! I just hope I don't get lost later on!"

"She is the biggest ship in the fleet," Kalrk said with some pride, even as he was surprised that the Eight, Sarah, had hugged him. "But there are deck plans all over the place."

"And congratulations, Major Duncan," Kalrk extended his hand to the man. "I can only imagine how excited you are about becoming a father. You and Xen truly are blessed."

The cylon did not mention the Lords of Kobol, so as not to insult Duncan. Nor did Kalrk mention Aten, so as not to offend Cole or Sarah, who might worship the Lords, and the Cylon god, respectively.

"Thank you, sir," Duncan replied, shaking Kalrk's hand. "We are blessed. And thank you for letting me tag along with Richard and Sarah coming here this morning." He gave a slight shrug and added with a smile, "You know how maintenance things go; Guts didn't like some reading he got off the Raptor that was scheduled to take me directly to Libra, so I'm hitching rides."

"Any time you want to pass through the Moon, is okay with me," Kalrk said smiling. "And please, call me Kalrk."

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While Duncan waited in the bay, to board the shuttle that would take him to Libra, Kalrk led Sarah and Cole to his office.

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Battlestar Libra / Taurus Aux Con
Day 219
0653

“Admiral, I have Major Bays from the Taurus asking directly for you…they’re using the Priority One channel” the comms specialist said with some concern.

“Priority One and it’s not the Commander or Colonel?” Col. Dean Wilson said with surprise. “This can not be good.”

Rodrigues picked up the handset and said, “Libra actual here.”

[“Admiral, this is Taurus Auxillary Control, are you there?”] Major Bays asked. One could tell from the tone of her voice, something was not right…and there was a hint of fear.

“Yes, Major, go ahead,” Rodrigues said, his tone calm and even.

[“Sir, we’ve had a shooting in the CIC. Gunman has killed one…and Colonel Merconi was also hit. The medical team has taken the Colonel and Commander the sickbay. Gunman was also shot and is heading for surgery. Commander Guynes ordered me to contact you and lock down the ship.”]

Oh, frak. “Very good, Major,” the Admiral replied. “Who was killed? Is there any indication that other ships may be in danger?” He turned to look at Wilson as he spoke, but he kept his voice unperturbed, hoping to help steady Bays.

Amanda took a deep breath before going forward, Fall apart after you're relieved, dammit!

[“Captain Nick Wu was shot in the head...while pushing the commander out of the way, sir. At this time, everything is under control and there have been no other incidents. Captain Storm has sealed off the CIC and is deploying marines throughout the ship.”]

Wilson was listening in on the other handset and closed his eyes for a moment when the news came. Not Nick! He's such a good guy...

“Thank you, Major,” Rodrigues said. “You’re doing a good job there. Let me know if you need any assistance… and let us know when you have news of the wounded.”

[Yes, sir. Commander Guynes said he would also contact you as soon as the doctors let him out of medical. Taurus Aux Con, out.]

After he put the handset down, Admiral Rodrigues looked at Wilson. “Do you want to go over there, Dean?” he asked quietly.

"From the sounds of her voice, it would be a good idea." Dean said as he put down the handset. "Amanda's a good officer....one of the best we have, but she's been up all night, is on edge and..."

Rodrigues nodded understandingly.

"And she lost her best friend and roommate, sir."

The Admiral turned to the comm specialist and said, “Have a Raptor prepped for Colonel Wilson,” he said. He turned back to his XO and said quietly, “Be sure that Bays understands you’re there as a friend. I have full faith in her ability to handle things… I don’t want her to think I’m sending you over there to babysit.”

"Understood, I'll let her know it's her ship until Will gets back. Kind of worried about her. She's never sounded like that, even when she was running Intrepid Aux Con and trying to hold the ship together after Jacobs charged in."

“I’m sure you’ll know how to handle it,” Rodrigues nodded. “Keep me posted.”

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Day 219 Time 0709

Major Scott Duncan was about to climb aboard the supply shuttle to the Libra when he heard Colonel Cole calling his name. He paused, turning, immediately alarmed... he could tell by Richard's expression and the sound of his voice, something was wrong.

"Major Duncan!" Cole called out again and quickly crossed the rest of the distance to where the Major was waiting. In a calm voice, so that only Duncan could hear he explained.

"Scott, there was an incident in Taurus CIC...someone pulled a gun at some officers there. Xen was hit, but we don't know anything else so far. Last I heard, Captain Wu was killed and several others were wounded..."

Everything after 'Xen was hit' went past Duncan unheard. Time stopped. Everything was suddenly in suspension. The universe was still.

Calmly... too calmly, he said to Cole, "I need to get to Taurus. Now."

Cole was surpised about the lack of reaction, but he got over it quickly. "Kalrk is already doing pre-flight on his shuttle... it's in another bay though. I'll show you!"

Duncan followed the Colonel. He didn't allow himself to think of what might be.

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Day 219
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Catalina

Unlike the delegates, Liza had been able to coerce the Interim Council into earlier meeting times, in part due to their smaller size. A fact for which she was profoundly grateful, given how much of her time was now taken up by campaign meetings and wedding planning. She could still feel the eyes of them, watching her--some with curiosity, some with a touch of admiration, others with a touch of confusion or hostility--as she walked into the room, however, and took her seat. This was the first full Interim Council meeting following the announcement of her selection as Meyer's VP candidate....and she had barely lowered herself into her chair when the questions began.

Professor Karl Mueller adjusted his glasses and smiled at the young woman as she took her seat. "Don't know if I should congratulate you or offer my sympathies, Ms. Liala. Vice-Presidential candidate! Meyers chose well, but you will be back in the spotlight, and this time as a candidate, which is even worse." He shook his head with benign humor. "But I can't think of anyone else who would do the job better than you."

Garris Vernon chuckled. "You took the words out of my mouth, Karl!"

"Well....Thank you, Mister Mueller, Mister Vernon." she said, both gratefully and wearily. "The main problem with that job, however...Is that will necessitate my stepping down from this job." she said, her eyes passing over each of the other Interim Council members.

"I thought as much," Garris nodded. "It's too bad, really. You've done an exemplary job of it, but I for one certainly understand the need for you to resign..."

"I spent most of my life upholding the law..." she said with an ironic smile. "...I'm not about to start breaking the rules I myself made. The real question, however, is how you all wish to proceed from here. The delegates have scattered to their original ships, and recalling them all would be a nightmare. If there are no objections from any member of this body, I propose that we nominate and vote on the replacement for me ourselves."

"That sounds reasonable," Karl agreed. "What do you say?" he asked the rest of the assembly.

Jennifer Harper, the young Lieutenant who had been one of the representatives from the the destroyer Perseus nodded. "You're both right, it would definitely be faster. But the one who would be replacing you would have a real problem: since he or she was not nominated and elected directly by the delegates, it would make the appointment questionable."

She took a deep breath before she continued.

"This replacement would, in my opinion, not represent our people as much as we do...and because of this, I have one question for you: why bother with a replacement? Couldn't you just 'chair' this council... Either that, or advise a council of four?"

"Technically, I lost my vote on this council the moment I accepted Captain Meyers' offer." said Liza. "What is done concerning my presence here--and the makeup of this body--lies solely in the votes of the rest of you."

"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Karl asked, his grin taking the sting out of his words.

"Because we're human, Karl," Garris chuckled, "and therefore bound to make a mess of everything. However, in this particular case, Ms. Liala is right: the delegates, in effect, delegated all authority to this Interim Council and dissolved the Convention. Technically, therefore, until the President and Quorum are elected, we determine the composition of this body..."

"So we could decide not to replace a resigning member?" Karl interrupted.

"Yes. Or how a replacement would be chosen," Garris finished.

"I move that we do not replace Ms. Liala's position and that we henceforth operate as a council of four," Professor Mueller announced formally, a twinkle in his eye.

"I second the motion," Garris grinned. "All in favor say 'Aye'," he instructed, looking around the table.

Mr. Richardson looked at everyone across the table as his his hand was going up. "Yeah, I'm the last one to vote, but I'm all on the going at this with four people. Good luck, Ms. Liala"

"Thank you....To you as well." said Liza, shaking the hand of each Interim Council member in turn. Then, she gathered her papers and exited the room, leaving them to the day's work.

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Day 219

Captain Daniel Storm and the Military Criminal Investigation Team had sealed off the CIC and Spc. Murphy's bunk.

Storm looked at the pool of blood on the floor and shook his head. We escape the Cylons just to kill our frakkin selves. What are we..."

"Colonel on the deck!" a marine guard shouted. It was Col. Wilson.

Storm saluted "Sir."

Wilson shook his head and returned the salute, "Captain, what do we know."

"One dead crewman for sure. Colonel Merconi and the Commander were already in sickbay when I arrived." Storm paused. "Major Bays shot the gunman...he looked bad when he left here."

Right at that moment a stretcher was lifted up. The body of Captain Nick Wu was in a body bag.

"That man is a hero in my book, sir. He sacrificed himself for the Commander."

"I knew Nick from the Scorpius." Wilson just shook is head in disgust. "We're killing our own faster than the motherfrakkin' toasters can kill us..."

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Canis 1

The large cargo shuttle was enroute to Taurus, piloted by Kalrk.

Minutes ago, when he and Sarah had boarded, he had prepped the craft inhumanly fast. An observer might have said he had moved with an unerring mechanical precision. But it was more than that, biolons could move with a fluid motion, in a graceful manner.

Days ago, when Kalrk and Sarah had been in eNote conversation, Kalrk had hoped to have a few moments, somehow, to speak to Sarah alone aboard Harvest Moon about their situations...

But that wouldn't happen now. Now his thoughts were mostly on Xen and what was possibly waiting on Taurus. He keyed his helmet's microphone in such a way as to send its signal to the earphones beside the co-pilot seat, and he gestured to Sarah, to put them on.

["Sarah."] She heard his voice through the headphones. ["The shooter could be a cylon. Do you know the models on sight?]

["I recognised you, didn't I?"] Sarah responded, but she sounded distracted. Internally, she was already preparing herself to do her job...saving lifes. The thought that the assassin might be one of them hadn't even occured to her so far, and suddenly she was glad about the presence of Colonel Cole and Major Duncan in the back of the small shuttle.

Wouldn't look very good to the Admiral to find me and Kalrk on the search for another one!

Kalrk's mind wandered back to his and Sarah's situation, of living among the humans.

["I had wanted to ask you how your life has been, since the Admiral found out,"] Kalrk said through the microphone in his helmet, and to the earphones on Sarah's head. ["He won't give me arms. He won't let me fight the cylons. And he won't let me speak with you in private. I don't think there is anything I can ever do... that will gain his trust. 'Once a toaster always a toaster' to him, I guess."]

He paused for the briefest of moments then continued.

["Xen is different. She accepted that other model as a friend, even when she found out he was a cylon. She never betrayed him. And now, she and I have... She's a friend. You have to save her, Sarah."]

["I will, if I am able to, and that's a promise..."] For a moment, a smile lit Sarah's face when she looked directly at Kalrk, [...brother!]

Scott Duncan sat unmoving, his head resting against the high back of the seat. He was staring straight ahead, and his hands were resting loosely on his thighs... he looked relaxed. His body was relaxed; his mind was blank, his thoughts frozen.

He was waiting. Waiting until he got to the Taurus.

Colonel Cole, who was sitting right next to Duncan was watching his friend warily. No telling what our Scorpian friend here might do to that shooter... Cole thought, ...though it's not like anyone of us could do something to stop him if he tries something!

Kalrk flipped a switch on the console, so that his voice would be in the overhead speakers throughout Canis 1.

["Major. We're in Taurus' landing bay now. As soon as we're pressurized, I'll pop open the hatch. You're first to exit. Colonel, I'd like to stay with you."]

"Thank you, Captain Kalrk," Duncan replied, and he waited for the hatch to open.

Sarah Vaillant was now in the rear seating area, with Scott Duncan and Richard Cole. She embraced Cole and kissed him once before she let go and a mask of professionalism fell into place. "For good luck!" she whispered.

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Lt JG Mark "Bull" Chandler walked the passageways of Libra in search of the the MarDet offices. He'd been promoted back to Lt just a few days ago and he resisted the urge to touch the pips in his collar. Six months already!

It seemed like yesterday.

It seemed a lifetime ago.

He shook those thoughts away. He still remembered Sonia, almost every day. But the pain and guilt and shame had given way to dull regret. Mostly he remembered odd little things, like the way her eyes shone when the light hit them at a certain angle, or the curve of her smile those few unguarded moments when she'd been amused by something. He kept those memories close, like treasures... a shrine to the woman she could have been.

In his musings he almost missed the hatch to the Gunnery Sergeant's office. He stopped before it and paused, collecting his thoughts. It wasn't pleasant, but he had to do it.

Mark Chandler would never run from the things he'd done or their consequences.

He knocked.

“Enter,” Razorski said, putting aside the rosters she was reviewing when she saw who it was. “Sir,” she said, standing and saluting; then she nodded to the chair. “Have a seat.”

"Gunnery Sergeant," he returned the salute with respect, then sat down.

She was a handsome woman, he noticed. Beautiful, even, although no one would call her pretty: she was too strong for "pretty." He blinked and got down to business.

"Sgt. Razorski, as you probably know by now, I... ehhh, donated sperm for that fleetwide study that turned out to be bogus. I understand it was used to fertilize your eggs, also removed under false pretenses, and now Ms. Monica Fox is carrying triplets. I... I already spoke with her..." He leaned forward and rubbed his head with his big hand. "This is... very awkward, sir," he confessed, flustered.

The father of my children, Razorski suddenly thought, understanding his discomfiture. “That’s for frakking sure,” she agreed, trying to think of a way put him at ease. She’d spoken with him only once before, over the matter of the biological cylon known as ‘Leoben’, but that had been over six months ago. He was pretty frakked up in the head back then… he looks better now. Different. With irreverent humor, the thought crossed her mind, He’s a helluva big, powerful guy… gods help Monica! She leaned forward, and allowing just a trace of that humor in her voice, said, “Looks like Gaea’s going to be happy with us, Mark… children with our genes will certainly be titans.” She gave him the hint of a wink.

"Gaea... must have one hell of a sense of humor, Sergeant," he replied with a lopsided smile of his own, “one thing is for sure, though - they'll be big." He sat back on the chair, more relaxed now, though still a bit uncomfortable. "It is an... unusual... situation, isn't it?"

“Unusual doesn’t even come close, sir,” she agreed.

"Ms. Fox was very nice and... gracious. I offered to help... with the kids, you now, but she refused. I hope you don't mind, but I asked her if she had a girl, if she could name her Sonia..."

“I don’t mind,” the Gunnery Sergeant shook her head. “Sonia is a beautiful name.” She also knew about his involvement with Sonia Checkov, who’d been killed by that Leoben, but wisely decided not to bring up that topic. “You and I have our duties to the fleet, and Monica is very qualified to be a mother.” She thought of something Brad had told her, and said to Chandler, “I know one of the Sundog survivors, Bard Carnes. There were two children on that ship, whose parents were killed in the cylon attacks on Day 90. Brad told me that after the attack, all of the survivors played a part in taking care of the children—a team effort, each helping according to their abilities. These children… any children born to our fleet… will need a team to help raise them.”

"I... I told Ms. Fox I couldn't..." he faltered, and began anew. "I told Ms. Fox I can't be a father to them..." Not when I'm still trying to figure out just who I am and how to deal with shit..., "but if she's okay with it I could help out, maybe babysit them every once in a while, help out any way I can... It must be hard, raising three kids..."

The Gunnery Sergeant thought about what Monica had told her, about the possibility of giving the children up for adoption, but she didn’t raise that subject now. I hope she doesn’t, startling herself with the thought. “I want to be involved in their lives, too,” she said to the big pilot. “But, like you, I can’t be a primary parent… I can’t be their mother. You and I and others who care, we’ll all help in whatever way we can.”

"Yeah," he agreed. After a brief pause, he continued with a relieved smile, "I'm glad I came over to speak with you, Sergeant. I thought there was something... wrong, about not being... able... to be a father to them, but still wanting to have something to do with them, even though Ms. Fox said it was okay. You know, it's kinda weird, I, um, a friend of mine was... a victim of the Browns, but she's not having an abortion so I'm sorta... helping them - she and her friend - with... stuff. And it kinda struck me that I'm more... involved with her baby than with Ms. Fox's... Flakey, uh?"

“Not flakey,” she shook her head. “You’re helping where it’s needed most.” She regarded him thoughtfully. “You and I, we’re… fighters. Warriors. Our skills are used to defend the fleet—to ensure that these children will have a chance to grow up. But warriors do more than just defend. We protect, also, and part of protecting is caring. Without caring, we’d be no more than machines.”

Those words, coming from the formidable, nay, the mythical Gunnery Sergeant Razorski? Hard as nails Razorski? They made Lt. JG Mark Chandler see the Marine in a whole new light. "And we're not machines, are we, Gunnery Sergeant?" he said slowly. Before she could answer, he rose from the chair and extended his hand. "It's been good talking with you, Sergeant Razorski." With a flash of humor, he added, "Who would've thought that I would father The Razor's children?"

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Day 219 Time 0725

Major Scott Duncan jumped out of the shuttle as soon as the hatch was open. He walked with long strides toward Taurus’ medical section… walked, not ran, because he had to keep control. If he ran…if he ran, he would panic.

He’d never felt like this before. He walked instead of running, a Heraclean effort. Xenthais… Kaani’ha… na k’aunaa…

If she hadn’t been lying on a hospital bed, Xenthais would’ve stamped her foot in vexation. “I’m telling you I’m fine.” she ground out. “Let. Me. Out. Of. Here.”

The nurse, Lt. Marcus Albers, an officious stick of a man with a nasal voice and a gratingly cheerful mianner, scolded her. “Now, now, Colonel, we mustn’t get upset; I know it’s been dreadful, but that’s why we must stay tucked in bed while the doctors take…”

He didn’t finish.

Couldn’t finish.

Xen grabbed the front of his shirt with her right arm and jerked him closer, within inches of her nose. “We are not doing anything, understand? You are going to get me a doctor, NOW, to sign the papers so I can leave before my… before Major Duncan gets here. Is that clear?”

“But… but.. Colonel…” the nurse stammered, “I… the procedures…”

“Wàtenahì!” she cursed, “Frak the procedures! Major Duncan can’t see me like…”

Major Duncan heard her voice even as he got close. Aten…

Xen let go of the nurse abruptly, and the slender man teetered, but finally regained his balance.

Scott stopped by her bedside, gripping the metal rail with both hands.

She turned to him. "Hello, Major," she smiled reassuringly. "Whatever you were told was a gross exaggeration. As you can see, I'm fine. Better than fine."

His universe started again. The suspension was gone. He breathed, his heart beat, and time resumed.

“Xen,” he said softly. “Na k’aunaa, mah aifàn?”

Her shoulder hurt like the blazes of Hades burned in it, and it took all of her willpower, and her anger, not to moan in pain. Somehow she knew what he asked, if not from his words, for his tone and the look in his eyes. "I'm fine, Kyan. Really. It hardly bothers me at all..."

Just then, Dr. Steven Kersh, Taurus' Chief Medical Officer, walked up to the three. "I heard there was a problem, Colonel?"

Xen glared at the nurse who hadn't had the good sense to remove himself. "Yes, there is. As I've told him repeatedly, I am fine. It was just a scratch, and it's been taken care of; I've done worse damage shaving my legs! Now will you please let me go?"

Scott loosened his grip on the rail enough to take her hand in his.

"You may be second in command of this ship, but you are my patient when you hit this medical ward, sir." Kersh said sternly. "I will have you out of here as soon as possible, but you need to play by my rules...and those rules are you're here until I feel like the babies and you are okay."

At the mention of the babies, her temper cooled down considerably. "We're fine, doctor," she said calmly, almost apologetically. "They did an ultrasound as soon as I walked in, and the twins are okay. They probably didn't even notice..."

"Horse crap, Colonel. Unless you can produce a medical license, I need to have a final look-see at the results." Kersh said keeping eye contact with her the entire time. "Trust me, I know you don't want to be here and there is a good chance everything is okay. Give me about 15 to 30 minutes to be sure...and the faster I get to the results, the faster you get out of here. Deal?"

She sighed deeply. "Fine. Have it your way. Just get me out of here..."

"Good. I've already had to tell Captain Guynes not to come down. She's called to check on you two times already." Kersh finally smiled. "Give me a chance to confirm everything and you'll be on your way."

Scott managed to release his grip on the rail with his other hand, laying it on her belly. “You’re sure they’re all right?” he asked her.

"I am. I saw them. I just want to go home, Scott," she pleaded softly.

In spite of her brave front, he knew that the gunshot wound hurt; he’d been shot himself. And, he wagered, they probably wouldn’t give her any pain medication for it, because of the babies. “Yes,” he agreed. “But there’s no outranking a doctor. While we wait, tell me what happened.”

He kept his eyes on hers, holding her hand tightly while she told him of the event… Murphy, and how he’d aimed right at her; what he’d shouted… and the jumble of things that happened so fast afterwards: how David Gilmore had thrown himself to protect her, effectively saving her life; how Nick Wu had done likewise with Will; the four shots fired in rapid succession, two from the assassin's gun and two from Amanda Bays' service weapon; Gilmore throwing up when he saw Nick Wu's lifeless body... and the moment when Will Guynes noticed she'd been hit. She told him everything, the re-telling serving to take her mind away from the throbbing pain in her shoulder, where Murphy's bullet had grazed her...

He listened, cold fury settling over him like body armor. Every detail of what she said was burned into his memory, as if he’d been there himself. As she was finishing, Dr Kersh returned, confirming that everything was, indeed, fine with the babies.

“Just rest here a little longer, Kaani’ha,” Scott said to Xen. He gave Kersh a level look, seeing that the doctor understood what he meant. Don’t let her get up right away. “Give me a couple minutes,” he told Xen calmly. “I’ll be right back.”

She touched his arm lightly. "This isn't Scorpia, Kyan," she whispered for his ears alone, "and you're not the last of the clan anymore. Besides, we have to find out who's behind this 'revolution' Murphy mentioned... He wouldn't have done this alone."

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Xen watched Scott go with a heavy heart. "This isn't Scorpia," she'd told him.

But it was. Somehow what was left of humanity had splintered into factions, with the most rabid packs willing to kill, and die, to push their agenda.

Yes, is was Scorpia all over again.

She felt a baby move and touched her belly gently. And wondered if maybe the cylons weren't more human than they even realized.

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Day 219 Time 0745

Major Duncan strode out of Xen’s treatment room and paused to speak to the Marine guard at the main hatch. “Murphy,” he said. “Where is he?”

The guard nodded toward the right. “Down there, sir, in surgery.”

Duncan strode down to where Lt Neuman stood outside the entry to surgery. “He’s in there?” There was no doubt who Duncan meant by ‘he’.

2nd Lt Ramona Neuman knew why the Major was here. "They are in the middle of surgery, Major Duncan. I can't...”

“Let me in,” Duncan stated, his voice devoid of all emotion.

"No can do, sir. I have my orders not to allow anyone in."

“He shot the mother of my children,” the Major said flatly. “He was going to kill her.”

Sergeant Trevor Roberts had heard about Major Duncan, but hadn’t seen him before now. He could tell a dangerous man, and this one would be that even at the best of times. He had his orders, though, and he watched the Major closely.

Ramona could see the other three MCIT Marines beginning to tense up. One was about to grab his radio when the Lt. shot him a dirty look. She then stood face to face with Duncan and spoke in a low tone.

"Sir, that bastard killed one of my friends, too..."

“Let me through, Lieutenant,” Duncan repeated.

"You told me back on the Nimbus not to throw away my career for a dumbass." She paused for a moment to try and let the words sink in. "You have the Colonel and two children that will need you on this side of the jail bars when they are born. Stand down and think of your family, sir. Let the Gods and the medical team decide this one..."

Kyan S’Vekar breathed in and out. He stood and faced Lt Neuman; she returned his gaze unflinchingly. He breathed in and out again. And took his hand off his knife.

“Whose gods, Lieutenant?” Scott Duncan asked softly. He was aware of the tension in the other Marines, and he took a step back. She was right, he knew. “Thank you,” he told her, his voice still quiet. What Xen had said earlier finally sunk in. Someone sent him; he’s not working on his own. I will take care of the ones who sent him.

Roberts relaxed, seeing the crisis point was over. His respect for Lt Neuman went up several notches.

Ramona took a deep breath in relief. "What I do know of the shooters' condition is that he took one in the arm and another clean through a lung. The ship's third in command took him down."

Third in command. “Major Bays,” he said, the meaning of Xen’s words finally registering.

"Poor girl is off talking to..." Neuman was interrupted by the opening doors. Dr. Ahmed Sonji was taking off his gloves and talking to a tech.

A covered gurney, pushed by one of the techs, followed him a few seconds later. The sheets on it were covered in blood from the wounds.

"Take him to the morgue and prep the body for an immediate autopsy." Sonji said in frustration as he then looked at the Marines. "Too much blood loss and way too much damage...”

Duncan stepped to the gurney, flipping the sheet down off the body. It only took him a few seconds of visual examination to confirm that Murphy was dead. He nodded once, calmly drawing the sheet back up. Too bad we couldn’t get any information from him, but at least this saves me from killing him later. He glanced up at Lt Neuman; their eyes met with understanding, then Duncan turned and walked away.

He went directly back to Xen, again taking her hand. “He’s dead, Kaani’ha,” he told her without emotion.

"You didn't..." It was a question. She searched his eyes for the answer, but they revealed nothing. She changed tactics. "Did he say anything? Any names?"

Scott shook his head. “He died in surgery,” he said evenly. “I saw the body… he is dead. There will be something, though… our intell people will trace everyone he’s talked to, who he’s been in contact with. We will find out who is behind this, and I will get them.”

He sank down onto a stool next to her bed, holding her hand with both of his and gently putting it against his forehead. He murmured the prayer softly, “Aten, ranaà sarki, saukar dà rai à rasuwa, ainihi à tak sarki… Ra’iten. Sun d’acin na wuk’a.” Aten, God of the Sun, God of Life and Death, the true and only God, it is Your will. Let me show these people the taste of my knife. “Let’s go home, Kaani’ha,” he said, standing again.

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The double hatch opened; Major Scott Duncan and Colonel Xenthais Merconi walked out. Xen's left arm was on a sling, her shoulder heavily bandaged under regulation T-shirts that were tight around her growing belly. She stopped when she saw Kalrk, Richard and Sarah in the waiting room. "Who...? What...?" she floundered for words at the show of friendship and her eyes misted. "Thank you," she finally mustered.

Sarah was the first to respond, the relief written across her face. She had never had much contact with Colonel Merconi, but both Richard and Kalrk had spoken well of her...and Scott just plainly adored her, so much was clear from the looks he was giving her. "You're welcome Xenthais" she smiled at the older woman and gave her a careful hug before returning to Cole's side.

'Xen." Kalrk said with relief in his voice. he walked to her and extended a hand to her right. "We were worried."

She gripped the cylon's hand, hard. "Moments like this, it's good to have friends..."

Cole was the last one to approach Xen. Similar to what Sarah had done, he gave Xen a one-armed hug. When he pulled away from her, he was grinning broadly. "I'm just glad you're ok, can you imagine what Scott would have done to my ship and crew?" he winked at the couple.

Scott smiled slightly. "Thanks for waiting for us," he said quietly, and he looked at Kalrk. "Thank you, Captain Kalrk, for getting me over here so quickly."

"Please. Call me Kalrk. And you are most welcome." The cylon said almost in a whisper.

A voice came from the other side of the room, in shock. Capt. Jenni Guynes looked at the Colonel and turned slightly pale. "Xen, oh dear Gods! When Will told me..."

"Jenni!" Xen exclaimed, "is Will okay? And you? I'm fine. Just a scratch. Most of the blood wasn't even mine, it was..." she paused and lowered her voice, "It was mostly Nick's..."

"Xen, you need to rest," Scott said to her quietly. He knew what it was like to be shot, even a minor injury like this one. The adrenalin would be wearing off soon, and she needed to get off her feet. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it must be like to be injured and pregnant.

"Not to sound too much like Dr. Kersh, but Major Duncan is right." Jenni mustered a small smile "He's okay and I'm just glad you and the babies are doing good."

"Thanks," Xen smiled back. "Don't know if it's everyone telling me to rest, but I do feel kinda tired..."

Jenni hugged Xen, "Call me if you need to talk or want some company."

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Day 219 Time 0910

Xen was resting… not exactly comfortably, but resting, and Scott Duncan went to the yacht’s bridge, getting on the wireless and putting a call through to the Demeter.

“Captain Mueller,” he said, when she answered, “It’s Scott Duncan.” He took a deep breath and went on calmly, “There was an incident on the Taurus, and Xen was hurt, but not seriously. I’m with her now, in the Terpischore.”

["Oh gods!"] Demeter's captain exclaimed, ["What happened? Is she okay? And the babies?"]

Scott hesitated, and said, “I’m not sure I can release the details, sir, but she’s fine and so are the babies. She’s resting right now; I’m sure she’ll call you later.”

["Thank the gods they're okay!] Inga breathed with relief. ["Please have her call me as soon as she wakes, Scott. And for the love of the gods, don't call me sir! We're almost family, in a sense. You're staying with her, right? If you need me, I can go there, or send Ferdie. She's an excellent nurse, you know..."]

“I’m staying with her for now,” Scott reassured her. Family… “And it really isn’t that serious, Ferdie doesn’t need to come. Knowing Xen, she’ll be back at work tomorrow.”

["Put your foot down and insist that she rest! The hard-headed idiot has those babies to think of now, and she can't..."]

"Noooo!" The wrenching scream came from the 'hard-headed idiot's' quarters.

“I’ve got to go, Inga,” Scott said hastily. “She’ll call you later.”

He cut the connection without waiting for a reply, at Xen’s side in an instant. “Xen,” he said. “Xen, wake up.”

She was floating in a pool of water, calm clear waters... Warm... So warm... It became thick and dark and sticky, and she sank in it. She couldn't breathe! Someone pushed her and she broke to the surface, gasping for air. She grabbed on to a log; as it turned, she saw it wasn't a log - it was Nick Wu's lifeless body, his face half gone. And then she saw him - Murphy, holding a gun, aiming at her. And this time his bullet found her. Directly in her gut.

"Noooo!" she screamed again, but in her agony she heard Scott calling to her. Kyan! She latched on to his voice like a lifeline.

“I’m here, Kaani’ha,” he said to her, holding her, careful of her injury. “I’m here.”

She woke up in his arms and, for the first time since the morning's attack, she finally cried, with great, gasping sobs. "Scott, it was horrible," she grabbed on to his shirt. "The gun, and Nick... Oh gods, Nick! His skull... His face... If Gilmore hadn't pushed me... Kyan, if Gilmore hadn't pushed me, I could be dead! And the twins! I was so angry I forgot to be afraid, but now..."

“Yes,” he said softly, letting her cry. “Yes… but you are all right, and the twins are all right, and I’m here with you.” It was, he thought, probably the first time she’d seen the brutality of violent death up close. I’ll give Doc DeValera a call. If there was ever a cause for a group debrief, it’s this. Get him over here tomorrow. Quietly he started singing, the lullaby he’d sung to the twins when she’d had exam a few days ago, until, after a while, she cried herself out and fell into exhausted sleep again.

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Day 219

Major Amanda Bays had been relieved of duty by Commander Guynes in Aux Con. She had given her report to him and Col. Wilson about the incident.

It kept replaying over and over in her head. Slow motion of Nick Wu getting hit with the bullet and her gunfire ripping though the assassin.

"Major is everything okay?" a voice asked.

Amanda realized that she had been standing at the door to her and Capt. Wu's quarters for several minutes.

"Major?" Captain Kevin Butler asked.

"I...I...can't go in there." She said in tears as she finally allowed herself to break down.

"Come on, I know where you can stay." Butler said as he took her down the hall.

"Where?"

"You can have my bunk...you can go back to your room when you're ready."

After thirty minutes of talking and crying, Amanda fell asleep from exhaustion. Kevin picked up her up from the makeshift recliner and put her into his bunk.

He went to a handset mounted next to the door and buzzed the Aux Con.

"CAG to Commanding Officer...got a second, sir?" he asked quietly.

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To: Liza Liala
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Subject: I have something I want to show you…

Dear Ms. Liala,

I am one of the producers for My Side, Your Side (maybe you’ve listened to the show). After trying to book you for the show repeatedly through your staffers, I have decided to come directly to you.

I have a proposition for you that you will find extremely interesting, especially with all the rumors about the Taurus being on lock down. I have some information, but I don’t know who to go to…and the only thing I can think of is to take it public.

That is where you come in. You seem to know all the right folks in this fleet and can help me with my little quandary. I want something in return, Ms. Liala…something your staff has been blocking you from doing.

Lets chat…you can even bring your soon-to-be husband, but keep the marine guard dogs on a leash. Just a friendly talk about politics of the past rearing its head on this fleet…and I have photos to prove it!

Meet me at Sunny's Beach Lounge on the Catalina at 1315, today if you are interested. All deals drop at air time.

//Signed//
Russ Ryan
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My Side, Your Side.

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