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TV News – Oasis
Day 264
2205
(Many Writers!)
| Quote: | | “…in her continuing series of reports, Senior Reporter Brooke Osborne takes us inside to meet the leaders of the Colonial Military. Here is Brooke’s report from somewhere in our solar system.” |
(The video starts with a wide shot of the CIC of the Griffyn. Commander Herald is seen looking over a report and talking with Captain Alicia “Mad Dog” Barker. It is a quiet day. After a few moments, the woman walks away at a quick pace. Within seconds, the klaxons are heard going off.
Then, the following words were heard: “Action Stations, Action Stations! Set Condition One throughout the ship…”. )
Brooke: “Today, this was just a drill…it’s something that happens nearly every day on every Colonial warship in the fleet. They prepare and drill for the time that this call to arms is real. In many ways, they don’t need the practice because they have become experts in dealing with the real thing…although they wish they never had to.”
(Photos of several men in Colonial Military uniforms come up on the screen.)
“These are the faces of the military ship commanders. Although there were a few that I was unable to interview due to time restraints, we did get a chance to sit down over the last few days to talk to most of them. Each of them have an interesting and unique story to tell…although they share two things: command and the duty of keeping their crews and surviving civilians alive.”
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| Quote: | | Brooke: Why a life in the military? What was it that drew you to this life? |
Colonel Richard Cole, CO of the Colonial Destroyer Escort Bellerophon: (Cole's answer was delivered with a smile. ): "I once met someone who had spent his whole life as an officer in the fleet...in the end, he commanded his own Battlestar. His stories and, even more so, the values that he talked of fascinated me. I wanted to be a part of the fleet this old man had talked about...so I joined. And I never regretted it."
Commander Brennan Herald, CO of the Colonial Destroyer Griffyn: “It wasn’t an easy choice to be honest,” Herald began. “I had graduated from college and had been offered a job in the civilian sector as an engineer, actually a lucrative job at that.” Herald allowed his mind to travel briefly to the first few months after he left school. It was then he had proposed to Eunice and they had begun their life together. “Then one day I saw a formation of vipers leaving the airfield near my apartment. It was like a magnet pulling at a part of my soul. I signed up the next day.”
Captain Jason Paul Ames, CO of the fleet tanker Distant Sun: “I began my career in the civilian government, in law enforcement. After being seriously wounded in the line of duty, I accepted a discharge. I applied to the Colonial Fleet primarily because I expected they would operate in a more organized and logical manner than the civilian services, and that the level of corruption would be far less. That, and I didn't want to wear a tie.”
Commander Karl Vansen, CO of the Colonial Destroyer Perseus: “It started out with a love a flight and wanting to see the universe. The military gave me both the things I was looking for in my early days. As time went on, I found it to be a home and a calling.”
Colonel Eric Riley, CO of all Colonial Marine Forces: “When I was a teenager I lived with my uncle. He took care of me after my mother passed away. He taught me to shoot, to hunt, to fight, and to take care of myself. He was the closest I had to a father. When I was a senior in high school he had a heart attack and died in his sleep. I used what he taught me and finished school. Then I wanted to do something to honor his memory, I joined the Marines and haven’t regretted it.
Commander William Guynes, CO of the Battlestar Taurus: “My father was a pilot on the Battlestar Agamemnon before he died in a car accident when I was eleven. It was his stories of visiting other worlds and life as pilot that drew me to the military. Unfortunately, I was nearly two inches too tall to be a pilot…but I found other ways to make my way in the military. For all of its challenges, I love it.”
| Quote: | | Brooke: What was it like on the day the Cylons attack? |
Capt. Ames: “Our operations group was at the edge of Colonial space, attempting to salvage a damaged warship. When we received the news, we altered our plans from retrieving the ship, and scuttled it instead. It wasn't chaotic, but it was tense. We rushed everything, pushing our crews to the limit, and then we made a run for a supply depot, hoping to find other survivors.”
Col. Cole: (The young Colonel took a moment to answer, his earlier smile wiped off his face.) "I think it was a good thing that we all were so busy trying to stay alive...I couldn't imagine what listening to the radio chatter of a dying civilization without being able to do something would be like..."
Commander Guynes: I was the Executive Officer on the Battlestar Intrepid…we were returning to the Colonies after a year-long exploration mission. Our first taste of combat was the day after the fleet and the Colonies had been destroyed. We were attacked at the edge of Colonial space. (William paused for a moment and took a deep breath). We lost two battlestars and nearly four thousand people…I lost several friends that day. It was the first of many hard days…but I thank the Gods for my wife being with me, my crew, friends and for holding my sanity together during this insane time.”
| Quote: | | Brooke: Do you worry about your lives or the lives of the crew when you go into combat? |
Commander Vansen: “I admit I worry for them, but you have to remember if you let that take over your every thought and let it…well, lets just say no one would survive. I greve for the loses, but I know that if we don’t do our jobs, no one survives.
Capt. Ames: “I command a flying bomb - I don't worry at all. If we take a hit, we'll all be dead before we even realize it.”
Col. Cole: "Of course I do...but every single member of what remains of the Colonial fleet has to face the fact that we are everything that stands between the cylons and humanity’s total annihilation. It is our job and our duty to stand in the line of fire, to face death, if you like. And it is also a part of who we are that we accept that we might not come back some day."
| Quote: | | Brooke: How about the civilians: do you worry about them? |
Commader Herald: “I do, we all do. We’re protecting them. If we fail it’s all over. That’s a pretty heavy trip to lay in someone’s lap don’t you think?”
Capt. Ames: “No. Well, I worry about their piloting skills.”
Commander Guynes: I have a wife that is eight months pregnant with my unborn daughter…that is my motivation to make sure the fleet survives and gets away from the Cylons. Every time we go to action station, I think of them and all the other people in the fleet. If the military fails; there are no more tomorrows…no more children…no more futures. I worry about the civilians and it gives me the strength and reason to do my duty, even if it eventually kills me.”
| Quote: | | Brooke: What were your goals in life before the attacks? |
Capt. Ames: “Pretty much the same as anyone... to live honorably, to love a good woman who loved me in return, to have children and raise them right... to live my life in such a way that I made a difference.”
Col. Herald: (Herald smiled) “To be honest? I was planning to make Admiral.”
| Quote: | | Brooke: What is it like to be the Captain of a Colonial military ship? |
Col. Cole: (Chuckling, Cole answered) "It's Fun. It's Exhausting. It's Great. It's Horrifying. And it's Boring, when you count the purely administrative duties. Seriously, to command every single one of our remaining ships and their excellent crews is an honor. You find a sort of comradeship there that I wouldn't have thought possible before."
Commander Vansen: “One of the great honors and challenges in the universe…especially now.”
| Quote: | | Brooke: What do you miss about home the most? |
Commander Guynes: “Hands down…I miss my family the most.”
Capt. Ames: “My wife.”
Col. Cole: "My friends, fresh air, the feeling of real sunlight on my skin, there are lots of things you miss after something like this. But with time, you learn to cope with it."
| Quote: | | Brooke: What do you think of the civilian government? |
Commander Vansen: “No comment…it’s not that I have any problems with them, but they’re just getting on their feet. Time will tell.”
Capt. Ames: “There are people in our government who have never been in politics before, and those fresh faces have a chance to really make a difference. Then there are some veteran politicians who are bringing all the old habits and old vices back. In the end, I think the old dogs and just human nature in general will pollute the entire process, and we'll end up where we were in the colonies, with a government paralyzed by its own self-serving corruption.”
Col. Cole: (Coles smile was back after hearing the question.) "Although I have to admit that sometimes, just like every other citizen, I wish the politicians would talk less and do more, I am glad that we have a civilian government and that the cylons couldn't take democracy from us. It is an integral part of who we are, if we lost that, we would lose ourselves. "
| Quote: | | Brooke: If it had to be done all over again, would you have come to Oasis? |
Commander Guynes: “It’s been a blessing finding humanity can be found on other worlds. It gives me hope that one day, we will not have to worry about the Cylons and we can go back to living life.”
Capt. Ames: “Myself, my ship, my crew - we serve the warships of this fleet, so that they may fight to defend us from all opponents. Admiral Rodrigues leads them in that goal, and we will follow him to Oasis, or through the nine planes of Hell. It doesn't matter.”
Commander Vansen: “Yes…and I hope to visit your planet soon.”
| Quote: | | Brooke: What do you think of the Admiral and his leadership? |
Commander Herald: “Admiral Rodrigues is the finest officer the Colonial Fleet has ever trained, bar none. He’s kept this fleet alive for the past nine months when the odds have been stacked against us. He’s cunning and a great tactician. He has the utmost respect for the people who serve under him and the feeling is definitely reciprocated. As far as the civilian populace goes, his main goal is to ensure they survive and he’ll do everything in his power to see it through. He’ll even lay down his life for them.”
Col. Cole: "He's a great man, and no, I don't say that just because he's my boss," Cole grinned. "Seriously, he has one of the sharpest minds I have come across in my life and I am both glad that we have him and honored to serve under his command."
Col. Riley: The Admiral and I have been through a lot together in the past fifteen or so years. He was my commander for a time when we were both assigned to Colonial Intelligence’s Special Operations Command. We’ve been together ever since. One thing I can say about the Admiral is he is the most loyal, caring, and finest officer I have ever had the pleasure to know. The people of this fleet as well as those on Oasis should be safe with the knowledge that the Admiral will do everything in his power to ensure everyone is protected from the cylons.”
| Quote: | | Brooke: What do you think of him as a person? |
Commander Guynes: “He’s one of the greatest men you could ever meet…and I feel lucky and blessed to call him my friend.”
Commander Herald: “Top notch, if you ask me. He’s fair, honest, and always willing to listen. Behind that military uniform you’ll find a person with a pure heart. He, like everyone else, has had to make some really tough decisions. Every decision he makes he carries with him forever.”
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(The scene changes, Brooke appears to be in a hallway with a glass wall. On the walls it the Colonial Fleet crest…with the words ‘Battlestar Libra’ and ‘BSG-26’ clearly seen.)
Brooke: Of course, there is one man in charge of the military…and that is Admiral Benito Rodrigues. We’re currently outside the CIC of the last Colonial Flagship, Libra. On the other side of this wall, Admiral Rodrigues has made some of the hardest decisions that anyone could ever make…life and death decisions. For all the stories and rumors, many on our world have one simple question: who is Benito Rodrigues? Stay tuned and find out after the break…
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"Oh, don't get me wrong, a thousand years ago it had character. Crusades, Spanish Inquisition...Watergate. Now it's just mind-numbingly dull." Q talking about Earth, ST: Deep Space Nine ep. 'Q-Less'
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| Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 2:28 am |
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Oasis TV - Brooke Interviews the Admiral
Day 264
2212
(Hazend and JDCTexas)
| Quote: | | The report starts in the CIC of Libra. As the crew moves about, Admiral Rodrigues and Col. Wilson are at the command table going over reports. |
Brooke: "Today is a quiet day in the CIC of the last Colonial flagship. Today is full of reports and discussions of ship and personnel. Today, the last Admiral of the Colonial fleet is having what some would consider an 'easy day in the office'.
But since the Cylon attacks of 264 days ago, is there even an 'easy day in the office' knowing your enemy could show up and attack...and show no mercy?
Admiral Benito Rodrigues never asked or possibly even desired the position that he is in today: Protector of twenty-thousand people...the last survivors of the old Colonies. It is a job where every life in the fleet depends on him and the military he commands.
How can one human being handle so much stress and responsibility?"
| Quote: | | The scene shifts to Adm. Rodrigues' office. Both are seated in front of each other in chairs designed more for function than for comfort. Along the walls of the room were glass covered cases. Inside those cases Brooke could see various artifacts and memorabilia from the colonies. In the case closest to the hatch were numerous photos of the colonies, from its cities to its natural wonders. As her eyes moved from case to case she saw other items, from weapons of the colonies past to a copy of the Articles of Colonization. The camera slowly pans from case to case, focusing on random objects and rests, for several seconds, on the copy of the Articles of Confederation. We hear Brooke begin to speak and the shot moves from the articles back to the scene of the reporter and the Admiral. |
Brooke: I have never seen so many people, civilian and military, who have such a deep respect and affection for one person as they do for you. What do you think of them in general?
Admiral Rodrigues: What you see in these people are the last vestiges of the human race. Beyond that these people are the finest people I have ever had the pleasure, no, the honor to know. The respect you talk about goes both ways Miss Osborne. Every day I am reminded of the sacrifices we make and I am humbled to be among them.
Brooke: Tell us about your life before the attacks? Were you married and did you have any children? What was it like for Benito Rodrigues the man...not the Admiral?
Admiral Rodrigues: Rodrigues looked down at the floor briefly, as if searching for the strength to continue. “I was married, or rather, I am married. My wife disappeared while on a mission with the fleet almost six years ago. I had always held out the faintest hope that someday her ship would be found but as time passed that hope became a dream. Now… the dream is nothing more than a memory I’m afraid.
I’ve been a military man since the last few years of the first Cylon War. There’s not much more to me than that. My wife and I weren’t fortunate enough to have children.”
Brooke: Walk us through that terrible day 264 days ago, please? What was it like and how did you manage to find a way to survive?
Admiral Rodrigues: I’m sure you’ve heard everyone else’s account of that day so I won’t bore you with rehashing the same story. What I will tell you is that on the day of the attacks the entire human race was essentially wiped out. Within a matter of hours the war was over… and we lost. Everyone lost family, friends, and the security of having a home. So, that day was the most horrific day you could imagine.
Brooke: How do you manage to get through the day knowing your enemy can attack at any moment?
Admiral Rodrigues: You have to put that all behind you and just deal with the here and now. If you constantly think about it you’ll go mad. The thing is, as a whole, we’ve all been very fortunate. The mere fact we are all still alive is testament to that.
Brooke: Once again, everyone I have spoken to has talked highly of you. Commander Vansen stated that no matter the situation, you always seem to have a calm mind and nerves of steel. What do you think of your ship commanders and the ship crews in general?
Admiral Rodrigues: They are the best commanders I could ever hope for. We have a very unique bond that allows us to almost know what the other is thinking. I’m certain you can guess how much of an asset that is when we come under hostile fire. As far as the ships’ crews, I feel every bit as proud with their performance as their commanders. My people are willing to sacrifice themselves so that the civilians will live. How can I find fault with that?
Brooke: Colonel Riley and you have been working together for many years. Recently, he was severally injured in a daring raid that led to the most recent Cylon defeat. What is it like to send a friend and anyone else for that matter, into a situation where the odd of survival are stacked against them?
Admiral Rodrigues: I won’t lie to you, it’s a difficult decision. Sending even one person into a situation is difficult however it’s something that has to be done. Otherwise the fleet has absolutely no chance at survival. Ms. Osborne you and your readers must understand that the military members in this fleet were originally charged with protecting and defending the Articles of Confederation. Part of that is the protection of the people of the Colonies. Now that last part has taken on a whole new role since the holocaust. Now we’re protecting the last surviving members of the human race. If we lose here, we lose in a very large way… we lose it all.
Brooke: There are many who feel that you are the person that is in charge of the fleet, even though there is a newly formed government. What do you say to people like that and do you think they are right?
Admiral Rodrigues: I say to those people, Ms. Osborne, that they need to take a step back and rethink things a bit. President Meyers, Vice President Liala, and the Quorum are the people in charge. I am the commander of military forces only. Now I will admit I have been given the authority to make military decisions without first conferring with the president in the event of an emergency but it stops there. If those people truly think that I’m the person in charge they are thinking wrong.
Brooke: At the start of the war, it is my understanding that you were a Commander. How were you promoted to Admiral?
Admiral Rodrigues: I was promoted by the, then, commander of military forces of the colonies. That man was Admiral Jacobs, a close friend of mine. Sadly, Admiral Jacobs passed away some time ago.
Brooke: You have spent a short time down on our world. What do you think of us and do you think the fleet should settle here?
Admiral Rodrigues: I can definitely say you are all human to the core and I mean that as the utmost of compliments. As far as my feelings on whether we should settle here part of me wants to end the constant running and space jumps but that part is overshadowed by the knowledge that we can’t stay here. If we do then I would hazard a guess that it would turn out to be a grave mistake.
Brooke: What do you do to unwind and not go crazy from the responsibility that has been thrust upon you?
Admiral Rodrigues: Well, I like to read, and it isn’t unheard of for members of the Libra to see me wandering the halls at any given time.
Brooke: Of course, you know of the recent tensions between your government and ours on the subject of the 0005 Model Cylons. What would you like to say to the people of my planet and government about these machines?
Admiral Rodrigues: There’s only one thing I can say, beware what you wish for.
Brooke: Will you ever defeat the Cylons and find Earth?
Admiral Rodrigues: My sincerest hope is that we will get away from them. Other than that I can’t say. I would be giving away information that might be classified I’m afraid.
| Quote: | | The scene changes, the viewers are now in the main galley of the Taurus. Brooke stands in front of a row of tables, partially filled with crewmembers eating. |
Brooke: Tomorrow night, we bring you more of my interview with Marine Colonel Eric Riley. His story of life and death in the face of the enemy is more than rhetorical…it is one that very nearly cost him his life in recent combat against the Cylons.
We will also take you on a visit of the fleet medical facilities. These are the places where the injured and maimed try to pick up the pieces of their lives…it’s also the story of the medical teams fighting to save lives in the heat of combat.
From somewhere in our solar system aboard the Battlestar Taurus, I’m Brooke Osborne reporting.”
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"Oh, don't get me wrong, a thousand years ago it had character. Crusades, Spanish Inquisition...Watergate. Now it's just mind-numbingly dull." Q talking about Earth, ST: Deep Space Nine ep. 'Q-Less'
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Battlestar Taurus
'Guest Quarters' of the Oasis TV news team.
Day 264
22:15
"It's getting late...are you done yet?" Billy looked over at Brooke sitting at a table looking over footage that had been transferred to her laptop, "We got an early day tomorrow...time to catch some shut-eye."
Brooke never looked up from the screen, "Give me five more minutes...I promise. I'm just getting some of the shots from the medical package ready. Two more days in the fleet and then we go home...unless they decide we have to stay up here to cover more."
"We're running low on things to cover and I miss my family." Billy paused, "If Dusty tells us to stay up here, I'm gonna tell him that he has to arrange for Melissa and the baby to come up."
"I hear you and I'll be doing the same thing...asking for him to get my mom and boyfriend up here on the next shuttle."
"So, you are dating Eric then?" Billy smiled. "Trying to tame the 'Wildman', eh?"
Brooke finally looked up from the monitor with a raised eyebrow, "Despite his reputation, he's very much a gentleman. Opens the door for me...has even sent flowers to my mom on her birthday."
"Nice...best of luck, kid. Now, how close are you to being done?" Billy said with a smile.
"Let me edit this last clip and I'll shut the lights out." Brooke looked back down at the monitor, "Hopefully we'll get to go home soon. I'm getting a good idea why my parent and grandparents don't like space travel."
"Why's that?"
"Being stuck on a ship in the middle of space..." Brooke looked over at the Chief Photographer in his rack, "...it's not natural to be bottled up like this. It would drive me nutty..."
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"Oh, don't get me wrong, a thousand years ago it had character. Crusades, Spanish Inquisition...Watergate. Now it's just mind-numbingly dull." Q talking about Earth, ST: Deep Space Nine ep. 'Q-Less'
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| Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 2:13 am |
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McCready Farm
Day 264
22:15
Ryan McCredy sat in the small study of the family farmhouse pouring over his parents books and notes. Today has been a good day for us. Pieces are coming together that mom and dad always believed were there. There is no doubt that we are on the edge of a discovery...a discovery of a lifetime!
McCready's concentration was only broken when he heard a knock at the door. He quickly opened an empty desk drawer, ready to hide what was on his desk. "Who is it?"
"Just me, daddy." Ashley said from the other side. "Got a second?"
Ryan smiled, "For my little girl, always."
Ashely quickly entered the room and closed the door behind her. "Figured I'd find you here. You can't stay up all night pouring over everything. It's going to be a long day tomorrow, especially when we have to send Bart to town. What the frak is Uncle Tim thinking?"
"Said he had a point to prove to the off-worlders and needs Bart to do it." Tim paused to take a sip of water, "He picked a bad day to do it...we could be done with the north field late tomorrow if Bart was around. I'm going to move you over from a grain truck to Bart's combine...don't worry, you'll be in the easy section. You won't have to adjust the header too much. I'll be on the ridge."
"Cool...Dad we need to talk."
The elder McCready looked up from the book, "What's on your mind, Pumpkin?"
"I ran into Aunt Janice in town..."
"She still try to set you up with the De Luca's oldest son?" Ryan said with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
"Of course Aunt Jan did. Thinks we'd make a great couple and he has a large chunk of land that he'll inherit." Ashley paused, "But Aunt Jan was asking a lot of questions about you."
"About me...like what?"
"It started out with her just asking why it seemed to be taking a little longer to get the fields in...she did her usual song and dance routine. Jessi finally looked at Aunt Jan and asked her to get to the point because 'some of us have actual work to get done before midnight'."
"Leave it to Jessica to be blunt...I'm sure I'll be hearing from your Uncle on that. Did Janice finally spit it out?"
"Yeah, she wanted to know why you and Dr. Mgube were hanging out with some Colonials today."
Ryan sighed loudly, "I'm almost afraid to ask...what did you say."
"Noneya."
"Noneya?" he asked.
"As in 'noneya damn business' and I told her to ask you." Ashley said with a smile, "As Jessi and I were walking away, Aunt Jan said 'Remember, getting caught up in Earthly affairs is not the smartest thing to do'. Stupid thing to say in the middle of the Co-Op parking lot."
"Sorry about that, kiddo." Ryan shook his head. "I guess I've been gone a little too much and it got noticed. Janice should have called me...it's not right to put you in the middle of this."
Ashley looked at her dad, "But in the middle of this is exactly where I want to be. Daddy, you promised Granny before her death you would bring me in the ways of the Order. You've trained me...it's time."
"This is an exciting but still dangerous time." Ryan paused, "We are on the edge of a great discovery due to our new friends...but there are those who would move against us if they knew. Being a member of the Order is...not socially acceptable...or worse if you are found out."
"And I'm old enough to understand the risks. You always told me that there were risks...I accept that." Ashley took a deep breath and then looked at her father, "Daddy, I want in...I'm old enough and I'm willing to take on the challenges and risks."
Ryan leaned back in his chair and spent several moment in thought. "Your mother hoped you would want to go down this path...so did your grandmother. I was always a bit resistant, but I know you are old enough and have enough knowledge to go forward. I'll talk to the others...it is up to them to decide whether to accept you as an apprentice or not. They will have the final call."
"I know...but you trained me and plus I spent time studying when you were not around."
Ryan shook his head, "I know but just keep in mind the risks you are getting into possibly. The Order is still frowned on in many circles...and in all parts of society."
"I know...I accept and I'm ready." Ashley said in a steady tone.
"Very well...I will talk to the others when we meet again."
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| Quote: | Brooke: How do you manage to get through the day knowing your enemy can attack at any moment?
Admiral Rodrigues: You have to put that all behind you and just deal with the here and now. If you constantly think about it you’ll go mad. The thing is, as a whole, we’ve all been very fortunate. The mere fact we are all still alive is testament to that.
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Brooke: You have spent a short time down on our world. What do you think of us and do you think the fleet should settle here?
Admiral Rodrigues: I can definitely say you are all human to the core and I mean that as the utmost of compliments. As far as my feelings on whether we should settle here part of me wants to end the constant running and space jumps but that part is overshadowed by the knowledge that we can’t stay here. If we do then I would hazard a guess that it would turn out to be a grave mistake. |
Oasis, Carter Ranch
Day 264, 2225 Hours
"Damn fool reporter."
Emmett Carter scoffed as he replaced a rifle in an ornate glass-and-wood cabinet, glancing sidelong at the television before removing another of the long guns. He had been cleaning the weapons, seated alone in the kitchen, while most of the extended Carter family watched the evening news and Brooke Osborne's interviews with the fleet commanders.
"What's that, Emmett?" Ruth Ann Carter leaned forward, her well-worn padded chair creaking as she looked toward the gun cabinet and her eldest son.
"Reporter's a damn fool, Ma." Emmett paused, facing the silver-haired matriarch of the Carter family, giving her a slow respectful nod before heading back into the kitchen.
As Emmett left without further explanation, returning to his rifle cleaning chore, the three girls seated on a rustic couch facing the television shifted to face Ruth Ann.
"What's Pa mean, Grams?" Skye Carter asked. She was Emmett's daughter, and at 16 the oldest of the three by barely a year.
Wayne Carter looked up from the magazine he'd returned to reading once Osborne's interview piece had ended. He saw the uncertain look on his mother's face, and intercepted his niece's question before Ruth Ann could answer.
"He means she didn't go after the Admiral on an important question," Wayne responded, his expression serious.
"She's such a bubblehead," Wayne's oldest daughter, Mindy said dismissively.
"Dad's right, though," the third girl, youngest of the three, said. Looking past her sister to meet Skye's gaze, she continued, "She let that Admiral off when she should have asked him why he came here if he knew his enemies were chasing him." Once she had finished speaking, Hannah looked from her cousin Skye to her father, a self-satisfied expression on her face.
"You're such a dork," Mindy pronounced, flaring her nostrils at her younger sister. "I'm gonna go to my room and watch the dancing contest trials."
"Eww!" Hannah shot back, then scooted closer to Skye on the couch, taking her sister's place. "But I'm right, aren't I, Dad? If those other Cylons are chasing that fleet, then couldn't they find it here?"
Wayne regarded his mother for a moment, an unspoken exchange passing between them. Skye was 16 and an adult by most measures, while Hannah was a bit less than two years younger and unusually perceptive for her age. Without a word, mother and son agreed the girls should understand the danger being discussed.
"True," Wayne admitted, "if their pursuers are as relentless as the representatives from the fleet have insisted, I reckon that they might find Admiral Rodrigues and his ships, even here."
"If so," Ruth Ann added, "then it's likely they would also find us."
On the couch, Hannah reached out for her cousin, slipping her hand into Skye's and squeezing it tightly.
Emmett had reappeared at the back of the room, and the deep timbre of his voice crowded out the two girls' gasps, and the sound of the television.
"Like I said, nothin' good will come of this."
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Oasis
Day 264, 2225 Hours
On the inner edge of a bend in the river, David and Ferdie walked hand-in-hand. Here the river bank was an expanse of flat, rounded stones, clear of vegetation; the deep grasses of the nearby bottom-lands could not keep a hold in the sparse soil. David recognized the rocks; they were the same ones which paved the ancient streets of Oasis City. Their presence, shifting underfoot, made him think back, wondering at who those long-ago builders might have been.
Ferdie was quieter than usual, tired from the past few days caring for Jenni, and concerned about her and her baby, despite the doctors' assurances that her blood pressure was under control. She sidled closer to David's comforting warmth. Some thought the Scorpian MILINT Major dry and taciturn, even emotionless, but she knew better: his serious mien was not that of a cold, shriveled soul; it was just a stony façade, behind which beat a tender, thoughtful heart. She sighed, content.
Sensing Ferdie's mood, David slipped his hand loose from hers and put his arm around her, gently pulling her closer. Ferdie responded by slipping an arm around his waist. Her hand brushed against David's holstered pistol, and she was reminded of the threats that the lush grasslands around them might conceal. And yet... the murmuring of the river, the wind whispering through the tall grass, the silvery glow of a huge autumn moon illuminating the landscape - these were things to be cherished in this moment. Glad to still be within the sights of the Marine sharpshooters at Camp Blue Sky, she put all thoughts of hidden danger aside.
"It' so beautiful and peaceful here; I can even pretend we're the only two people in the planet..." she said wistfully.
David gave a small smile and his gaze swept across the rustic landscape, then settled on Ferdie. "Before you send the rest of the fleet away without us," he said, watching for her reaction, "let's see to it we have a house built, with a well-stocked cellar."
"A sturdy house," she agreed, grinning. "With a wide porch, for rocking chairs. Our room will have a big window, overlooking the garden. And a fireplace, lined with smooth riverstones we will pick ourselves..." She leaned down and took a small stone: it was flat and almost perfectly oval, smooth and glossy, black with rust and gray streaks. "Like this one," she said, and put it in his pocket.
David gently caught her arm, his hand cupping an elbow, her hand falling naturally onto his forearm. She instinctively reached for him, taking the same position with her other hand. David held her, scant inches between them, as thoughts whirled through his mind.
Oh, for this to be the oasis that it seemed, that such a dream could be reality! In his mind's eye he saw the house, the porch... Ferdie sitting in the sun, a pitcher of lemonade beside her, while children played on neatly cut grass. Then the image shifted and Ferdie became Dr. Vaillant. Beside her, Kalrk stood watching the horizon as a storm gathered. A figure appeared at the edge of the yard, sending the children scattering with a sudden frightening gesture. It was Leoben. The Cylons, David raged inwardly. Always the gods-damned, frakking Cylons, standing between us and our every chance to be happy, to be at peace. He felt his eyes fill, the uncharacteristic wetness threatening to spill onto his cheeks.
She sensed his turmoil, saw the tears of rage and despair pool in his dark eyes. They weren't out of weakness, those tears. No. His tears were strong, like he, and welled out of emotion too deep for words. She watched him soundlessly, and her heart called out to him.
He met Ferdie's eyes, not wanting to lose this moment, to dash her hopes with a prediction of doom. He looked at her, taking in her dark hair and flashing eyes, the softness of her cheeks, the curve of her lips. A storm of emotions tore at him; his heart ached to tell her they could have that house, share a future they'd plan in the flickering light and warmth from that fireplace. He drew her close, folding her in a tight embrace. He held her for a moment, struggling to suppress his fear that the Cylons would find them yet again.
Then he let her go. For a heartbeat they stood face to face, not touching, as he resolved to air his fears another time. This moment belonged to her and dreams and love, and David had no wish to shatter that magic. Taking both her hands in his, he met her gaze again. "Fernanda Bello," he began, "whether here, or on Earth, or somewhere in between, we will build that house. There is nothing in the universe that I want more than to share that dream with you." Still holding her hands, David dropped to one knee, softly smiling.
"Fernanda," he said solemnly, "will you marry me?"
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Battlestar Taurus – Special Holding Cell #1
Day 265
0700
Carilyn ‘Six’ Warren’s cell door slowly opened wide. The Cylon could quickly see that this was not the visitor she had hoped for. “Commander, Captain…how can I help you?”
MCIT commanding officer Capt. Ramona Neuman opened the second door for Commander Guynes. Slowly, they both entered the room. He looked at the pregnant Cylon and for a moment thought of Jenni. “Carilyn, I have some questions for you.”
“Very well…if I know the answers then you will have the truth.”
Neuman raised an eyebrow, “And hopefully you won’t make one up if you don’t know.”
“I’m in your custody and live and die at your whims. Trust me, the last thing I want to do is die.” Warren took a deep breath and sat back down on the bed. “I have something to live for and the thought of losing my child and downloading…are not pleasant.”
Ramona tried to feel some sympathy for the Cylon…but tried as she may, only saw a killing machine. “Don’t ever give me a reason to airlock you and we’ll be just fine. Commander…she’s all yours.”
William took a seat across from Carilyn and locked eyes with her. “Where were you on the day of the final attack on the Intrepid fleet?”
“On a resurrection ship with the father of my child, Commander.” Warren took a deep breath. “I’m surprised you or the Captain didn’t ask earlier.”
“About?” Neuman asked.
“What happened to the ships that were taken from the Intrepid fleet. That is why you are both here, correct?”
The Commander crossed his arms, “Yes…and I want to know what happened to them.”
The Cylon shook her head, “There are reasons why I told Colonel Merconi and the Admiral to run as far as they can…”
“Enlighten us, Cylon”, the Captain said with a slight frown.
“It is my understand that people were sorted off…for usefulness.” Warren paused and looked back at Guynes, “One of the reason I fear going back is part of the because they are trying to unlock the secrets of reproduction. They place all of their faith in science or God.”
“Medical experiments for reproduction?” Guynes said with almost no emotion. “Why do you fear going back…do you think you know the answer?”
Warren cleared a long, dark blond lock of hair out of her face, “Maybe…but they would never believe it, Commander.”
“Try us…I’d like to know.” Capt. Neuman said. “What is the secret to becoming a knocked up Cylon?”
“It is something that they don’t understand…” Warren paused as she felt the cold, unsettling glare coming from Neuman, “Simply, they have no concept of love or what it is.”
Guynes took a breath, “And do you think they would be capable of it if they knew?”
“They’d never believe it…I’d more than likely be boxed, deemed a broken machine.”
“So, what happened to everyone else that were not deemed…useful?” Ramona asked coldly.
The Cylon closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Her hands began to tremble, “If they found not to be useful as you put it, they were left on the ships. Each ship was stripped of shuttles and anything remotely useful was made inoperable. Then, their ships were used for…”
“Used for what?” the Commander said.
“Static target practice, as you would call it.” Warren said with fear in her voice. “After the baseships were done, the raiders were allowed to destroy any large wreckage. They had a fear of you finding survivors. There were those in my line who disagreed with the decision…but we were the minority.”
Neuman shook her head in disgust, “Nice to see some of you are approaching enlightenment…just a little late unfortunately. Why should we believe you, Warren?”
The Cylon looked down at the ground and closed her eyes, “Because, I have no reason to lie and every reason to live. What I have said is the truth…but you have no way to verify it, I know.”
So you think, Ms. Warren. Commander Guynes noticed something about Carilyn when she looked up: there was a tear running down her face. She also had a similar scared look to her when the Admiral visited. “What if I said I believe you?”
“I would hope that you do, Commander because I have told you only the truth…” Warren broke down into tears. “I just don’t want anything to happen to my child.”
As much as the ‘Commander’ side of William questioned her motives, the ‘father’ side of him understood all too well what she was feeling. “I do…and we leave you to your peace. Captain, lets leave her to collect herself. Good day, Carilyn.”
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Military bivouac outside Camp Blue Sky
Day 265 0848 Hours
Major Scott Duncan prowled around the perimeter of the military encampment restlessly, automatically taking notice of the various activities of the Marines stationed there. The camp itself was a more temporary set up than the civilian equivalent nearby, with the troops quartered in general purpose tents that could be erected, and struck, in minutes. The forested area made the bivouac look more like a recreational campsite but for the uniformed and armed troops.
Duncan had been on night watch, which was part of the reason for his restlessness. He’d gotten used to sleeping nights—or laying awake—or engaging in other pleasurable activities—with Xen next to him in bed. This past night, though, he’d spent reviewing the Marines and Spectres under his planetside command, ensuring they were performing their guard duties properly.
Don’t need to keep an eye on my Spectres, he mused, watching as three of the Scorpian ex-mercenaries got into a short wheel-base desert truck, a type commonly available for hire in Oasis city. Lt Josef Morgan, Cpl Havin S'Msen, Sgt Anna Harris Duncan recited mentally, identifying his troops—raising an eyebrow as he noted All Zarfiri clan. While Duncan watched, S'Msen swung a pack into the back of the vehicle before he climbed aboard, then the soldiers drove off. Best fighters I could ever hope for, Duncan thought as the truck rolled past his position. Morgan, S’Msen, and Harris had been on night guard shift, also, and he was glad to see that they were taking advantage of their off-duty time to see the sights.
Morgan was bare-chested in the warm autumn sun, though he wore a desert camo hat, and he carried the rifle he’d used as one of Rattler’s mercenaries. Major Duncan’s unofficial orders to all the Marines were clearly understood; regardless of the Oasian rules about only being armed while on duty, military members were to carry some sort of weapon all the time. After all, Duncan thought with amusement, we’re on duty 24/7.
The Major faded invisibly back into the brush, resuming his circle of the camp.
Oasis Desert
Day 265 0952 Hours
Lieutenant Josef Morgan sat crosslegged at the crest of a great dune, the Oasian desert sun shining warmly on his skin. Overhead ashen clouds intruded on a pale blue sky and the desert breeze carried a hint of rain upon it. From somewhere behind him, down the leeward side of the sand dune, came the sounds of sex as Harris and S'Msen coupled urgently. Morgan set a small silver box before him, placing it on the sand scant inches from the slip-face of the dune. Opening the lid, he withdrew a shriveled black bulb, a teardrop shaped object with a curved tip. Holding the dried scorpion stinger delicately, he raised it to his mouth and pushed it in, settling it between the teeth of his jaw. Closing his eyes, he removed his desert hat and dropped it beside him, then spread his arms wide in the desert sun. He bit down, crushing the dessicated venom gland. Where the bulb had touched his tongue, the dusty taste was replaced by an acrid flavor as Morgan's saliva mixed with the crushed stinger. A numbing feeling spread through the nomad's mouth and sparks of light flashed in behind his still-closed eyelids.
Morgan heard the sound of footfalls on the sand and slowly opened his eyes. In the distance he could see an indistinct curtain of gray approaching, the leading edge of a rare autumn rain. He looked aside, finding Harris standing on the dune crest near him, unclothed. Patches of sand stuck to her skin, the light colored grains contrasting with her unbroken tan. The sand formed a pattern that clung to her shoulder blades, her buttocks, thighs and calves. She turned her head and grains of sand fell from her short-cropped hair. As the venom he ingested took hold, Morgan thought he could hear each grain as it cascaded down her body to the surface of the dune. Then the rain reached them, the sound strange upon Morgan's ears as the large water drops struck the sand and vanished almost instantly. Rivulets formed on Harris' back, each raindrop clearing the sand from its path as it found its way down her body. Morgan's eyes lingered just a moment on her sleek form, then returned to the desert before him, still bathed in sunlight despite the sudden rain.
Harris' voice came to Morgan, strangely distant in the mounting venom trance. "What is it that you see, shàkik’i?"
Images formed and reformed in Morgan's sight, dancing like a mirage above the desert as Aten's gaze poured down upon the sand. He blinked, raindrops running down his face, catching upon the lashes of his eyes. He struggled to comprehend what he saw as the venom-fed visions washed across him. His muscles tensed, his lean body and bronzed skin making each one stand out. The sound of the rain became a roar in his ears; he fought to clear the drops of water from his eyes, to free his sight from their blurring effect.
He was Suyain S'Zarfi, once and now again the son of his clan's spirit doctor, and he was riding the scorpion to commune with his god. His lips moved, speaking words that he could not hear as the bright flare of the Sun drove away the rain and erased the desert from his sight, leaving only the wavering ghosts of his venom trance.
Morgan's words were slow, measured. Harris could not tell for certain where one thought ended and another began. She listened as he whispered harshly. "Past dangers rise again new life spreads like wildfire bringing death while rain falls on sand an open tomb releases... releases... lost the light obscures Aten's will. A dragon feeds on one who does not die but the lines blur friends are enemies, enemies are allies, two come... foe and friend alliances are made alliances are broken the old meets the new and they embrace. Prey flee the hunt continues friends abandoned strangers saved a warrior draws the dragon into his sight. One who dies steals the secret to live again... the cloak of secrecy the mantle of protector the patron of the dragon all will fall arising new as what? A stolen butterfly a captured nymph reveal the future but it too is stolen... a leader lost a patron lost the truth is found... the dragon leads us on a trail into the past where death will find our enemy. The hunters lay down arms offer the branch of peace the branch splinters the hunters devour each other. A sister locked away a long-lost brother found the circle completed a family united. Darkness shrouds a wounded warrior the dragon is forestalled the sword turned from its purpose. All is as it should be all has happened before the river flows to the sea but never carves the same path. Ra’iten."
Morgan fell silent as S'Msen climbed the dune to stand behind him. The rain had ended while he spoke. S'Msen stood beside the Spectre platoon commander, studying his unfocused gaze, then directed a question to Harris. "The LT seeks Aten's face?"
Harris nodded, her form still glistening with raindrops where she knelt beside Morgan, to better hear his words.
As if in answer to S'Msen, Morgan spoke once more. "K’yalla Aten jìddin," he said simply, then again was silent. His arms were now limp at his sides, and his head fell forward, chin upon his chest.
"Take him to the truck," Sgt Harris ordered, "while I get my clothes. I don't understand all he said, but I got enough of it that I think we're needed back at Camp."
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Hept. Meeting Chambers
Day 265
0900
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Provost Tim McCready gaveled the session into order. "Today we meet to discuss a situation that has led to much tension between our government and the leadership of the Colonial Fleet: The model 0004 and 0005 Cylons of Oasis. Anyone who has an opening statement may read it into the record. At this time, I allow sixty minutes for the representatives of the Twelve Colonies to make their statements."
 Eleni Kyriake stood, faced the room at large, and began to speak. Her voice was somehow both level and impassioned, her eyes fixed to that point in any room that would somehow convince each occupant of the room simultaneously that was looking straight at them.
"Fifty years ago, unimaginable devastation was visited upon each of the Colonies at the hands of the Cylons, when the entire model 0005 line revolted and began a war which lasted more than twelve years. This war killed billions of people and left areas of entire planets nothing more than wastelands of rubble. I served during this war, first as Virgon Civil Defense and later in the Department of State. The Cylons made no distinction between military or civilian, young or old, threatening or compliant. Even those who pledged to serve them if they would but stay their hand were slaughtered. I watched..." her voice caught in her throat, and it's level tone cracked "... I watched the Cylons kill everyone from babies in arms to old men in wheelchairs. It was a war we fought knowing we could not win. And in the end, we only believed we had, for forty years later after their abrupt end to the war, the Cylons struck the final blow and finished what they had begun."
Eleni gave the barest of glances to Liza, and the Vice President smoothly picked up the speech.
 "The... descendants... of the 0005 models laid waste to the Colonies in a matter of hours, and destroyed the human race thoroughly and near-completely, leaving only yourselves and what stands before you. I and others among us witnessed from afar as they destroyed our military, decimated our government, and showed no mercy to our people. And they have shown no mercy, since, during our flight from them."
 The Attorney General saw the Vice-President's subtle signal, and took up the tale. "They are machines, relentless and unwavering. They have pursued us across the galaxies, for the sole purpose of destroying what's left of humanity. They are unburdened by conscience or pity, unmoved by the suffering of their victims. They will not be appeased, and cannot be reasoned with. We made them so - the perfect war machines. Make no mistake, honorable members of the Heptumvirate: the 0005 models are not blank slates to be programmed, docile drones awaiting your commands. They were manufactured for one purpose, and one purpose only - to destroy the enemy, totally and swiftly. Don't make the same mistake we did. There's too much at stake. We - you, and us - we are the last remnants of the human race. There are too few of us left to gamble with your safety. Destroy the 0005 models, I beg you.
 Patrick Greene stood next, "At this time, Quorum of Twelve Representative Kalrk will speak on our behalf. He is an expert on the Cylons and I believe his insights will prove invaluable to this discussion. "
 Kalrk rose from his seat, facing Greene for a moment. "Thank you, Representative Greene," the Cylon replied. He stepped into the aisle and strode purposefully to the podium. Once there, Kalrk paused for a moment, silent, as he surveyed the faces of all present. He stood straight, his handsome face and flawlessly groomed hair perfectly complemented by the dark, stylish clothes he wore. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes clearly revealed his razor-sharp intelligence.
His gaze settled on Eleni Kyriake, and though his face remained impassive, he spoke to her as though no one else existed. "I do not allow my emotions to rule me - in fact my opponents have often accused me of having none. Today, however, I am deeply moved by Madame Secretary's words, the testimony of a survivor." Kalrk held Eleni's gaze a moment longer, the barest trace of his compassion showing through, and then looked away to sweep his gaze across the room, "I challenge all here to heed her witness, to understand her pain as one who experienced in person the atrocities of the first Cylon uprising, but also to look beyond her emotional appeal to the immutable facts of history upon which it is based." Once more, Kalrk was silent as he let the assemblage digest his words.
"The Vice President and Attorney General also speak truly, and though Representative Greene names me a 'Cylon expert', I do not know what I could add to their eloquent arguments beyond this - before the destruction of the colonies, before I became a politician, I lead a prosperous corporation. In business, a large measure of your success depends upon understanding what makes your competitors and your colleagues winners, and I became quite adept at making that determination. A colleague of mine, a winner, once made this valuable observation: 'To continue to operate as we have in the past, while expecting different results, is the true definition of foolishness.'"
"You have Model 0004 Cylons among you, as well as Model 0005 Centurions - warriors - just as the Twelve Colonies once did. To think that these advanced killing machines will remain docile and obedient forever is foolishness." After speaking those words, Kalrk remained at the podium, watching the reaction throughout the Chamber, waiting to see who might challenge his condemnation of their current course of action.
Dr. Mgube watched the other members of the Heptumvirate for reactions. The Solon, as expected, was inscrutable as a sphinx; Vicky listened attentively, weighting the pros and cons; and the others... the others displayed various stages of interest - they'd heard it all before. He had heard it all before, but was no closer to a decision. On the one hand, the words of the Colonials - including his newly found friends from the Order - rang ominously true. On the other hand, they had survived for decades in Oasis, carving out a good living from the wilderness, thanks in no small part to cylon work. He closed his eyes and prayed to the gods for guidance.
Damn, but we frakking nailed it!, thought Eleni triumphantly, as Kalrk put the finishing touches on the Colonial position. But her triumph was short-lived, as her eyes swept over the assembled Oasian officals. Not that that may mean anything, in the end, she thought more soberly, you can scream all day in the ear of a deaf man, and he still won't hear you. And the Secretary of State had begun to fear that the Oasian government was very much a deaf man.
Patrick Greene had remained without emotion on the outside, but on the inside, it was a different story. Each of them stated it well...but it almost seems like we have people who do not want to believe us or our history. In the end, it will be up to the Gods if it happens again or not.
After looking quickly across the table, Provost McCready leaned forward into his mic, "Thank you, each and every one of you. At this time, we will have a brief break and resume opening statements from our government."
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Hept. Meeting Chambers
Day 265
1045
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After a thirty minute break, the meeting returned to session. Provost McCready looked around the room at his fellow representatives. "At this time, I open the floor to my fellow members of the Heptumvirate for their statements before opening the floor to presentations and discussions.
 "This entire presentation was missing a singularly important fact", said Laike Ileski nearly immediately, "who is to know what caused the 0005 line to 'revolt' on the Colonies 50 years ago? Without this knowledge available, none of us--", the young representative focused her eyes defiantly on Eleni Kyriake, "--can know if such an event is likely, or even possible, to repeat itself here."
 Barnaby Collins spoke next, without the haughty, devil-may-care confidence and arrogance of his young counterpart, he looked instead at his fellow representatives as he spoke.
"Laike makes a good point, although it should perhaps have been stated with a bit more finesse." said the representative of the Domestics Guild. Nearby, the young representative of the Artisans Guild sucked in her breath and fixed a venemous stare at her colleague at his words. Barnaby, for his part, ignored her and kept speaking. "We cannot know if such events are likely to repeat themselves here, and while we must of course consider all of our options, we must keep that it mind as we do, and keep in mind also the many disastrous effects on our society should we suddenly have no access to Cylon labor."
Barnaby paused for a moment to let his fellows imagine what such a world would entail to them and those they represented, then continued.
"In addition, I must implore this body to focus itself and its deliberations solely on the issue at hand, that of whether or not to deactivate the 0005 models. To even consider the deactivation of the unarmed 0004 models, which lack military programming and have served us so faithfully for decades, would be pure foolishness, and the members of this body have yet to show themselves to be fools in all the time I have served among it."
Sarah Logan, Guild Leader of the Laborers carefully looked across to the table where the Colonials sat. Her eyes rested on Kalrk... his words were still fresh on her mind. For some reason, he had the greatest impact on Logan personally. She had to remind herself that she represented the Laborers first and foremost.
She could not allow personal feeling and business to be at odds... Sarah knew that she needed to stay the direction that the majority of her constituents wanted.
"Welcome friends, I truly sympathize with you and your plight. I pray that we never know the horrors that have befallen you. The Cylons turned on you and destroyed everything you knew and loved. We must remember the price you have paid for the poor choices of others."
It was at this point, Logan opened a folder, "In front of me is an analysis by Dr. Amy McDade... a prominent robotic and cybernetic expert from the Oasis School of Sciences. She and her staff was asked to review the data of our 0005's and she compared that to the Colonial 0005's schematics that was provided by your government. She has found that even though they are similar, it is highly unlikely our Cylons would revolt like the Colonial 0005s did. There are several differences that she found between our models and the ones that terrorized you. Dr. McDade states that chances of a Cylon revolt as 'low'. A copy of this report will be made available to you shortly."
Sarah then preceded to give a 'brief' overview of the report for the next fourty-five minutes. After a few coughs and a glance from the Provost, Logan wrapped up the overview.
"Of course, this is preliminary data. If it holds true, as many expect that it will, there is no way my members would allow me to vote for shutting them down and scrapping them. Through the model 0004s, we have carved out a home from a wilderness. If the 0005s can be used to take us to the next level, then we need to use them as the tools they are to get us there."
Sarah drew one more deep breath and finished, "I know that is the last thing you wanted to hear from me. Unless convinced otherwise, that is our stance at this time. We are open to all discussions, but we will base our final decision on the facts. If you can provide proof that they will revolt, the we will vote to shut down the 0005s models without a second thought."
"Thank you, Representative Logan." Provost McCready said showing no emotion, but happy that the long-winded Logan had finished. "I have a presentation for after lunch. At that time, I will present the views of the Farmers and Ranchers."
 Dr. Henry Mgube perused his copy of McDade's report. Words like biomimetics, kynematic chain, actuators. electroactive polymers, elastic nanotubes, task-specific effectors, and data acquisition hardware swam before his eyes. How can she tell? he wondered. How can anyone tell if our 0005s are safe? The Colonials thought theirs were safe, too... He kept his thoughts to himself, though, and waited for the others to speak.
 Next to rise was Victoria Chen. "The Merchants Guild has no official position on the matter, having decided to defer to the representative's judgement due to the lack of information available for consideration before our meeting." She studiously avoided Sarah Logan's gaze, focusing instead on the Colonials among them, partcularly Kalrk. A tiny smile, sly and considering, hovered around her lips. "I shall study the information presented to us before I make a decision..."
 Amynta Adrastos, Solon and representative for the Academicians, glanced around the assembly slowly - her thoughts were her own, her expression and posture giving nothing away. After the briefest of nods in Vicky Chen's direction, she finally spoke. "It is well to consider the facts before making a determination, lest we succumb to foolishness." She then inclined her head and said no more.
Provost McCready looked across the room, "With my presentation, I will give my opinion during that time. With that, I close opening statements and since it is noon, I declare that this meeting is in recess for 90 minutes for lunch. We will resume at 1:30..."
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Oasis - Camp Blue Sky
Day 265
1148
Captain Kevin Butler was intentionally the last person off of the heavy shuttle. He took in the views of the area. There was a crispness in the air...a hint of the season changing. Its been so long...I've almost forgotten what a planet is like. Fresh air, sunshine and the smell of campfires. Dear Gods...its been so long.
Slowly, the Captain made his way down the main path and to the 'Officer's Tent' and checked out a bunk and footlocker lock. After locking up his duffel bag, Kevin went out to the merchants area that had been set up by the Oasians.
Although it was small, there was a healthy amount of merchants in the camp. Some of the prices were right in line with what he had been told: high. Never the less, there were several merchants that were more than happy to haggle and trade. As he approached a table, an item that Capt. Francis had asked him to look for caught his eyes.
Kevin quickly stepped up the table and smiled, "Ma'am, how much are you asking for this?"
The older lady carefully picked up the hand-made baby blanket and handed to the Colonial to inspect. "It's made from a plant-produced thread here...it'll last generations. Getting it for your child?"
"No...friend of a friend that won't be able to come down for about ten days. I was requested to see if I could find something before everything disappeared." Butler put his best smile on his face for the merchant, "So, how much?"
The woman knew the smile on his face was an attempt to soften her heart. "For you...47 Cubits. It's a bargain."
"A little birdie told me I could get it for 40 cubits at the Merchant Camp just down the road and 30 in town."
At this point, the woman wasn't fully sure if Kevin was attempting to pull a fast one on her or if had really head that. She also knew he was right. "Well, with the ride into town running ten cubits and the ride just down to the merchants camp running five, I'm willing to cut you a deal...35 cubits...firm."
"Sold" Butler said as he pulled out the cubits from his pocked and the merchant placed the emerald-green blanket in a bag. "Thank you very much."
The older woman smiled slightly as Kevin left the table. I still made 25 Cubits off of you...but I'll let you feel like you won.
As he turned the corner and moved down the next row, a smile came across the face of Kevin. He approached the stall with almost child-like glee. "Nice selection you have here. Stouts, Ales, Lagers...nice beer selection."
The older man smiled warmly, "Yes, we also have fruit and nectar brews. The spiced hard cider is also popular this time of year. You look like someone who is really into amber ales."
"Good call there, my friend." Butler laughed as he examined the beer selections. "Also love a good lager...also like to brew my own. Know where I can pick up some supplies?"
"Seems like there are a few others in your fleet that like to do the same thing. I got a trailer on the east end of the camp where I'm staying. Stop by and see me tonight after everything shuts down. By the way, my name is Ted."
"My name is Kevin Butler. Nice to meet you Ted and what do you have?"
"Suspended yeasts, liquid yeasts, fruits you can brew with and various grains...wheat, ryes...and a few others. I also have supplies like bottles, caps and other stuff. My son is there now, but you look like the kind of person we could swap beer-making stories with at the end of the day if you're up for it."
"Very cool and I'll be there. You said the east end of the camp?"
"Yeah, I'm the only one over there with a trailer." Ted said. "Easier to just stay here and send my son in town to the shop for supplies when needed. The wife also likes cooking for people. Why don't you come over for a meal? We eat just after sundown."
Home cooked meal?! Don't have to ask me twice! "Accepted and I'll be there. One more quick question."
"Shoot."
"I'm looking for something special...for a special lady..."
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"Oh, don't get me wrong, a thousand years ago it had character. Crusades, Spanish Inquisition...Watergate. Now it's just mind-numbingly dull." Q talking about Earth, ST: Deep Space Nine ep. 'Q-Less'
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Hept. Meeting Chambers
Day 265
1345
(many writers)
Provost Tim McCready graveled the day-long meeting back into order. "Before we broke for lunch and private discussion, I stated that I had a presentation to make that would outline the position of the farmers and ranchers."
As he stood, McCready motioned to the microphone operator to turn on his wireless mic. He made his way from the podium and stood in the area between the two delegations. "Much like the Laborers, the Farmers and Ranchers carved farmland out of the wilderness. We have feed the original settlers and the new generations with the help of the Cylons."
McCready then looked at a guard that was stationed at a side door. Within a few moments, the door opened and two Cylons entered the room single file. One was a model 0005 and the other was Bart.
The reaction from the assembled Colonials was near-instant. Liza, Garris, and Eleni's bodyguards moved immediately to put themselves between their charges and the Cylons, and the Secretary of State sucked in her breath, tensed every muscle in her body, and turned a shade paler at the site of the 0005 model, face to face with the demons of her past. The Attorney General growled under his breath, "What the frak?!?"
Patrick Greene sat emotionless on the outside. He knew that the Provost had something planned, so he expected something... but not this. Not exactly a courteous move... I hope he gets those things out of the room quick. I wish I was on that shuttle back to the fleet with Kalrk.
The Cylons stood next to McCready... their eyes were moving in unity with each other. Bart looked around the room. I wonder why we have been summoned here? There is work to be done in the fields.
Gunnery Sergeant Razorski kept the main part of her attention on the two cylons, but she was acutely aware of the locations of all the people in the room. She had her hand on the butt of her pistol, holstered at her side, and she thought, There are too frakking many people in this room. If anything goes down, it's going to be damned hard to get a clean shot. She moved slightly, making sure that she was still between the cylons and the Vice President Liala.
Bart then noticed the seated group across from him. He could sense their hostility. They don't like us... why?
The 0005 model stood their giving no indications of thought. It had recognized Bart as the one who made it possible for him to be 'alive'. Still, this was all new to the unit... 'it' was still sorting through what 'life' meant.
Cpl. Tom Cody looked at Razor and then back to the Provost. Coldly, the Marine glared at Tim. Stupid motherfrakkin' idiot. Afterwards, he instinctively looked around the room, Too many people taking up too much space. I really hope this fraktard's toaster collection behaves.
After a few moment, McCready could see that the Colonials were far from comfortable. "Don't worry, I have full control of them... you have nothing to fear."
Garris Vernon snorted in disbelief.
Rep. Greene slowly stood from his chair and locked eyes with the Provost, "Not to sound out of order and disrespectful, but those things didn't try to obliterate your civilization on two occasions, sir. We understand you have control of them, as a courtesy will you please remove them from the room?"
"I will show you how much control we have of them. Call it a test." McCready paused and looked at Greene with no emotion, "Cylons, kill Representative Greene and myself."
Bart was confused, he looked at McCready, Greene, the 0005 and then back at McCready. Finally, he answered with his newly found voice that Theron had given him, "Unknown Command."
Solon Adrastos leaned forward on her seat, impressed by the Provost's bold move. Well done, Tim. Well done indeed!
He's insane!!!, thought Liza with a furious expression on her face, He could have killed us all!
At McCready's words, Garris Vernon had stepped, unsconsciously, closer and to the front of the Secretary of State, as if to shield her from danger. He almost didn't hear the cylon's reply over the beating of his own heart.
Representative Victoria Chen let out the breath she'd been holding since the chrome robots had walked in the room. "Good heavens!" she sighed, her hand on her chest. "Talk about making a point!"
"It was a stupid, risky move, if you ask me," Henry Mgube tsk tsk'ed, irked by McCready's arrogance and insensitivity towards their visitors.
Sarah Logan sat unemotionally at the end of the table, Just as Dr. McDade said it would be. Tim is showing people why he's the Provost and and a possible future Solon.
The 0005 stood there silent, giving no indication he understood the command... at least to the others in the room. Reviewing Command 'Kill'. Order understood. Initiating Combat Protocols. Sixty seconds to combat initiation.
"As you see, they have no idea of what the command "Kill" means." McCready said. "These are just tools... just like a shovel or tractor." I can even turn it on and off."
McCready then moved to the back of the 0005 and opened an access panel. He preceded to turn the 0005 off and on... repeatedly. "See, I have control of this Cylon. If your scientists were correct about this model in its current state, it should have attacked me by now."
Arrogant son of a bitch... You have no idea what you're dealing with, thought Eleni, her eyes never leaving the Cylons.
The eye of the 0005 kept fading in and out. The repeated power-cycling was beginning to damage his circuits. The Cylon had managed to re-route some power to keep his core programs up, but if McCready continued, he would be harmed irrevocably.
The 0005 silently sent a message to Bart. "Help... me... stop... him."
"How?" Bart asked, "How do I stop him from harming you?"
The 0005 knew that Bart, a 0004 model did not understand combat. It saw something on the table where the Colonials sat. "Use that and aim for this area... it will make him stop harming me!
Conflicted, Bart looked at his 'brother' and McCready. One was like him and one was his master. The old 0004 was torn what to do... until the 0005 slumped forward
Bart looked at McCready and the 0005 that was not moving. He stood within arms' reach of the table where the Colonials sat. He noticed the look on McCready's face... and Bart felt anger.
He's happy for what he did... I've seen that look on his face before! Bart thought. The 0004 looked at what appeared to be a lifeless 0005.
McCready looked at the Colonials with a slight smile, "See? They both should have attacked me because I ordered them to. We are in control."
The Provost turned and took a couple of steps towards Bart. "Nothing but dumb service droids. How can they be capable..."
It was at that moment, Bart's superior Cylon reactions struck. In a sudden flash of movement, he grabbed a letter opener from the table where the Colonials sat... and drove it through the side of his master's neck. In a moment of rage, Bart pierced the voice box and carotid artery of the Provost.
Razorski had her pistol out, up and aiming, but both McCready and Mgube were in her line of fire... and if she moved, the Vice President would be exposed.
Eleni dove for cover before Jessica Reese could even have the chance to put her there, with reflexes honed by years of growing up--and coming of age--in the middle of a war zone. The Vice President, however, seemed to have little interest in doing the same. "Get down!" Garris yelled as he, too, crouched, following Eleni's lead.
The Solon's eyes widened in horror. "Tim!" she gasped, shocked by the unexpected turn of events.
Laike Ileski screamed like a little girl, and Barnaby Collins seemed frozen, his mouth wide open and gaping like a freshly caught fish. Daniels and Reese fired on the Cylons at last, but their shots bounced off as if nothing more than pebbles.
Henry Mgube stood frozen, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly; Vicky grabbed him without ceremony and dragged him with her under the table.
For his part, Bart stood there in shock as McCready looked at him in terror. The old Cylon removed the letter opener from the side of his master's neck. Blood quickly started to flow out. What have I done?
Not to the Gunnery Sergeant's surprise, Vice President Liala did not try to take cover. Godsdamned frakking... she's not an agent any more... Razorski took a step backward, toward Liala, her pistol tracking both the 0004 cylon and the 0005, but she still didn't have a clean shot--and the lack of success from the shots fired by Daniels, Viryes, and Reese showed her that heavier firepower was needed. Just don't let the guards outside run in and open fire before they see who they're firing at!
As the other scrambled to take cover, Cpl. Cody had taken a few steps towards the Cylon with his pistol drawn. Much like Razor, there was too many people in the crossfire. Finally and on the other side, Sarah Logan was dragged under the table. A small opportunity presented itself... and an old 121st 'Skulls' saying suddenly echoed through his head.
One shot, one kill... Before the pressure was applied to the trigger, Cody saw another flash of silver and instinctively turned towards it.
The 0005 stood straight, suddenly springing to life, and looked at the table where the Colonials sat, "Initiating Combat Programing, by your command!"
Quickly, the military Cylon began his attack.
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"Oh, don't get me wrong, a thousand years ago it had character. Crusades, Spanish Inquisition...Watergate. Now it's just mind-numbingly dull." Q talking about Earth, ST: Deep Space Nine ep. 'Q-Less'
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Hept. Meeting Chambers
Day 265
1352
(many writers)
| Quote: | One shot, one kill... Before the pressure was applied to the trigger, Cody saw another flash of silver and instinctively turned towards it.
The 0005 stood straight, suddenly springing to life, and looked at the table where the Colonials sat, "Initiating Combat Programing, by your command!"
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The 0005 rushed towards his ordered target: Patrick Greene. As he charged, he silently gave Bart an order, Run before they destroy you! Run now and tell the others... they will protect you, brother!
Before he could reply, Bart heard the sound of gunshots; Tom Cody had opened fire on the 0005 that was rushing towards him and Greene. Without any further thought, the old Cylon dashed for the door.
Gunnery Sergeant Razorski saw that Cody had targeted the 0005 cylon, so she changed her aim to the 0004 'Bart'. She caressed the trigger of her pistol--then suddenly raised the barrel.
Commander Joe McCloud had been just a few paces down the hall from the doors into the council room. When he heard the first of the shots, he turned and ran back toward the room, grabbing the assault rifle from the hands of the CivDef SWAT guard who was also just turning to go into the room.
The other guard had his hand on the knob, and opened the door as McCloud charged through, following a step behind the Commander.
Joe went through the doorway half-crouched, the rifle ready, and he took one step to the left to clear the door for the guard behind him... but the old cylon was right there. Joe was peripherally aware of the number of people in the room, and didn't dare take a shot. He swung the butt of the rifle upward, into the cylon's chest, driving his full weight behind the blow.
The force of the blow only set Bart back half a pace. Even a 0004 model out-weighed a large human several times over, and Bart continued his berserk run, charging right over the CivDef guard who'd been behind McCloud.
Cody stood his ground knowing he was the only person that stood between the Cylon and Greene. Unlike the civilian bodyguards, Tom had armor-piercing rounds in his gun. The Marine didn't flinch as others opened fire.
With her primary target now out of sight, Razorski turned, adding her firepower to that against the 0005 cylon.
As Cody, Razor, and the agents continued to fire on the 0005, another angle of fire, near to Razor's, began... where the Vice President had slid slightly to the side of the marine for a clear shot and had a gun in her hands. She calmly fired at the Cylon again and again, and it was clear that each of her shots went exactly where she planned them to, even against the moving target.
The collective gunfire started to take its toll on the 0005. With no other protection and no weapon other than his hands, the Cylon could 'feel' the bullets with every system that was knocked off line. Finally, the killing blows were delivered by the two Marines.
"System failure imminent." the 0005 stated aloud as it fell in front of the Colonials. It's final words came as a surprise to everyone, "So, this... is... death?"
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"Oh, don't get me wrong, a thousand years ago it had character. Crusades, Spanish Inquisition...Watergate. Now it's just mind-numbingly dull." Q talking about Earth, ST: Deep Space Nine ep. 'Q-Less'
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Hept. Meeting Chambers
Day 265
1355
(many writers)
Razorski swept the scene swiftly, seeing that the 0005 was no longer a threat; noting the Vice President's vigilance and that of the other security guards, she turned her attention to the remaining threat. "Cody," she snapped, "with me." She headed for the door at a run.
"Right behind you, sir!" Tom said as he ran behind her. Glad I packed the spare clips...didn't think I would need them today
Commander McCloud turned to follow, ordering the SWAT guard, "Call EMS, get the medics here RFN!"
Daniels, Viryes, and Reese had deployed themselves in such a way as to best cover their assigned officials. Although the immediate threat appeared over, with the 0005 lying motionless on the floor, none of them put their weapons away. The Vice President stood near them (undoubtedly to Daniels' dismay), her own weapon still out as well, looking every inch the silent, deadly sentinel.
Eleni Kyriake, meanwhile, knelt in the pool of blood by Provost McCready, and time did not seem to have dulled the first responder training that she had received so many decades ago as a teenage member of Virgon civil defense. To the other side of the fallen man, Dr. Mgube worked feverishly to stem the flow, but the Provost's life seeped through the doctor's fingers... "Stay with me, Tim!" the otherwise unflappable doctor pleaded. "Help is on the way!"
"Yes," Vickie Chen echoed, standing just a few feet away. "They'll be here soon. I'm sure of it!" She held her arms across her chest, unconsciously hugging herself.
It was impossible to tell if McCready heard the urgent entreaties.
Barnaby Collins was out from under the table, now, but still standing in one spot with his mouth hanging open, silently gaping at the scene before him. Frozen in place, he stared at the fallen form of McCready, but made no move to assist.
Patrick Greene looked at the 0005 and then at McCready. Fool! We warned you this could happen! He turned to thank Cpl. Cody, but he finally noticed the Marine was gone.
Laike Ileski was still under the table, her legs hugged tight to her chest. She seemed to have no interest in leaving her uncertain sanctuary, and glared at the fallen 0005 as if its behavior had been a personal affront to her.
Sarah Logan broke into tears as she saw the Provost lying on the floor. "No, no, no!" was all she could say.
Up in the dais, the Solon watched, her slender shoulders slumped. "Why, Tim?" she whispered. "How could this even happen?"
Garris Vernon heard her, and turned to face her. "We told you this could happen." There was no gloating in his voice or demeanor, just a terrible, profound sadness. "We told you. But you wouldn't listen..."
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Government Hall / Courtyard
Day 265
1352
Must get out of here before they destroy me. What did we ever do to them? Bart thought as he ran for the double doors. What did I do to my master? What is going on? I don't understand!
Bart barreled through the doors, knocking one door completely off of its hinges. Across the courtyard, he could see a half a dozen 0005 models doing gardening and lawn mowing. They all seemed to stop at the sound of the commotion Bart caused.
Silently, he sent a message out to the others. Run, they are trying to destroy us! Run before...
Razorski skidded to a halt at the top of the steps. She had replaced the magazine in her pistol as she ran, and now she aimed and began swiftly, but methodically, firing at the renegade 0004. More of the 0005s out here... I have four mags left.
McCloud and Cody, stopping on either side of her, also began firing. McCloud still had the assault rifle he'd snatched from one of the guards, its deeper bark undercutting the sound of the Marines' pistols. What the frak happened in there?
Tom was focused on taking out the target. He had quickly noted the bullet holes in the Cylon. He took aim and Barts head and opened fire. His first shot hit at the base of the 'head'. The second and third shots landed more towards the back and center of the head.
The fourth shot took out the visual sensor of Bart, rendering him blind.
As the damage began to mount, the old 0004 slowed due to system failures. Bart eventually stopped in front of a fountain. The bullets from McCloud had decimated the main power supply. His batteries and several servos had been damaged by Razor.
As Bart fell forward, he knew that his fate was sealed. He got out one last message to the other 0005s within transmission distance. Run! They're killing us all! Get out of here!
The Cylon known as 'Greenhorn' had picked up the weak transmission as it stood outside the grain elevators a few blocks away. It tried to sort though what had just happened. Greenhorn then fell back on the subroutine that it felt would preserve it...and transmitted. Initiate Combat Protocols...
The half dozen 0005 cylons who had been doing menial chores in the commons stopped their actions. Initiate Combat Protocols. With the precise movements possible only by machines, they began to line up in a military formation.
"Commander McCloud, I'm getting reports of other groups of 0005s starting to organize," Razorski said tersely to the Commander. Without her helmet and its heads-up display, she could get only verbal reports over the combat net, but it was enough to alert her.
"Frak!" Joe spat. "Where?"
Before the Gunnery Sergeant could reply, Corporal Cody spoke up.
"Ah, sirs...I hate to interrupt your discussions about distant events, but you might want to take a look at the Toasters forming up off at the 11 o'clock position." Tom Cody said calm but pointedly as he changed out clips. "I don't mean to sound disrespectful, but I got a feeling they're not too motherfackkin' pleased with us at this moment. They're not holding flowerpots any more...I'm not feeling any love coming from that direction."
Razorski nodded; she'd been watching them, also. McCloud checked the assault rifle's magazine.
"I'm hearing my old Gunnery Sargent in the back of my head." Cody said as he raised his gun, ready to fire if the 0005s advanced. "We're violating the first rule of being a sniper."
Razorski snorted, and McCloud gave the Corporal a quick glance.
"Never get caught out in the open...unless you like being an easy target! May I suggest we fall back to some cover?"
Gunnery Sergeant Razorski reached into the side cargo pocket of her uniform pants with her left hand and took out two magazines for her pistol. "They're not armed... yet..." A very slight smile played over her lips. "Fish in a barrel, Cody. Fish in a barrel."
She raised the pistol, aiming.
The humans faced the advancing combat centurions; between them, wisps of smoke rose from the destroyed 0004 cylon.
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End of Episode 33.
Episode 34: "All This Has Happened Before" starts 1 November 09.
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