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Colonel Tigh walked into med bay, raised an eyebrow at the rabbit eared girl that was having an iron collar removed by Sergeant Hadrian while she talked to her.
“Sergeant, what can you tell me about her?”
“Well Colonel, her name is Mairan, she is 14 years old, and speaks in Archaic Celtan. She was a slave and supposed to be a concubine to a Legatus Armandus who apparently decided to gift her to the Commander.” Galactica’s Master of Arms spoke as she removed the unlocked collar and dumped it in the trash.
“I see, as soon as the Doc clears her, send her to the Caprican Federal Police as a Human Trafficking Victim and let them figure out what to do with her. Boomer and Helo are prepping a Raptor as we speak. So give her over to them.” Colonel Tigh ordered before going to Specialist Henderson and Seelix who saluted him.
“As you were, as soon as the Doc clears you, you’ll be placed on medical leave. Given the circumstances, Galactica’s decommissioning is suspended indefinitely. But you will be discharged on time unless you want to re-up. That said, the Commander wanted me to ensure you are alright before he decides to vent the museum pod.”
“They killed Prosna and Socinus and tried to rape us, vent the mother frakkers!” Cally spat.
“And cut their dicks off afterwards and send them back through that gate. They will think twice before attacking our ship again.” Seelix added.
“Good to see your spirits are up, but final call might not be the Commander’s to make. We are currently enroute to rendezvous with the Presidential Envoy who is now doing the initial talks with these boarders. But if things go south, rest assured the Commander will vent them to vacuum.”
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Commander Adama put his phone down, “Mr. Gaeta, have the formation turn 30 degrees to port to pick up the Secretary of Education.”
“Yes sir.”
Turning to the DRADIS, Adama watched the Colonial Government Transport approach for docking. This was how Colonel Tigh found him when he returned to CIC.
“Commander, Specialist Henderson and Seelix are alright, the rabbit girl will be turned over to the Caprican Federal Police as a human trafficking victim per policy.”
“Thank you Colonel, to think a world still practices sex slavery. But it isn’t our concern. Secretary Roslin will begin diplomatic contact with these Saderans. President thinks they might be the 13th Tribe or descended from them.”
“Not too late to claim containment failure and vent them Bill.”
“Don’t tempt me Saul, but from his letter, it appears these Saderans were expecting to find a virgin world similar to their own to conquer and colonize.”
“Well they should fire whoever navigated the Gate to our museum pod, he sucks at navigation; imagine if they had done it on our Portside.”
“That would have been a lot of unnecessary paperwork for spaced bodies plus all the safety inspections and recerts.”
“Sirs, Colonial Heavy 798 is on final approach and will dock in 30 minutes. Also fleet wants us to head to Ragnar Anchorage. They want to reactivate Daidalos as the main processing area. 2 Atlas-class Supercarriers will jump ahead of us to there, carrying additional staff.” Lt. Gaeta announced as he handed over the dock request form and the orders from the Admiralty for Commander Adama’s signature.
“Very well, XO, set us a course to Ragnar, I am going to put on my Dress Uniform and meet the Secretary and initiate the Diplomatic Proceedings, You will have the Conn.”
“Very well Commander, I have the Conn.”
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Aaron Doral gasped for breath as he resurrected.
“Brother you…”
“Call off the attack! Call it off!”
“It’s too late; the attack units are on silence mode. Too many assets are moving. It is the will of the one true god. Trust the plan. Trust god.” The 3 model serving as a nurse reassured him lovingly.
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Apostle Rory looked up in confusion; she thought she just felt some person tell another to trust in her. She then began to grin. Looking over Alnus, she became confused again, what was this mess? Weren’t they marching to conquer a new world today?
Skipping up to a trooper who was carrying a dispatch case, she waved cutely at the soldier. “Yoo hoo, will you be so kind as to tell me what is going on?”
The messenger skidded to a halt and paled upon looking at her. “Ror… I mean Lady Rory Mercury, greetings Apostle of Emroy and protector of the people. Our expedition has failed. We somehow opened the Gate into a ship of sorts that sails a black void. I am ordering the follow on units to make camp while the Wyvern Corps delivers a report to the Emperor.”
Cutely placing her left index finger at the corner of her mouth while hefting her axe over her right shoulder, Rory responded, "Interesting, I think I will see this void ship myself.”
“Do you wish an escort my Lady?”
Rory shook her head, “Not necessary, everyone here knows me.” She grinned menacingly, “Those who don’t will get harvested.”
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Adama stared at the body of the Public Relations Liaison then turned to look at Sergeant Hadrian and a fireteam of Marines, “You’re telling me he just pulled the fireaxe, rammed it into the bulkhead and then rammed his head into it?”
“Yes Commander, I can’t even begin to comprehend why. I mean he took my firm refusal to let him interview the rabbit quite well. I mean I don’t know…” Hadrian became lost for words.
“Whatever, I got bigger things to worry about, fill out a 2048SE form on him and have the Doc sign it and get this body off my deck.” Adama ordered before moving on to greet the Secretary of Education.
“Commander Adama, I am Colonel Mackron of the Colonial Marine Corps, I was to report to you.” A Colonial Marine Officer announced as he came up.
“Excellent Colonel, you will immediately take your staff and re-activate the Marine Operations Room, Sergeant Hadrian, CMR, is my current Master-at-Arms, she will assist you.”
“Copy that sir, WILCO.” The Colonel moved on while Adama proceeded to the Conference Room where Captain Kelly saluted him.
“The Secretary is here as ordered sir.”
“Thank you Captain, resume your post, we got a lot of things to do yet.” Adama ordered before turning to the Secretary. “Madame Secretary, I am Commander Adama. So far other than a letter and slave given to me as a gift who will be placed on the next Raptor run to the Caprican Police, we have had no contact. They speak in an Archaic Aerilonian language. My instructions were to escort you to meet with their Expedition Leader Armandus Longinus and determine the means by which they wound up in the museum and its ability to be replicated. Plus if they are the 13th Tribe.”
Education Secretary Laura Roslin smiled before speaking, “Well this is most certainly interesting. I take it the decommissioning is now totally off the table?”
“Yes, we are enroute to the soon to be recommissioned Daidalos.”
“Well, fair warning, I was tasked with this assignment before my resignation and assignment as Curator. Now that its changed, no doubt Adar will simply name me ambassador. Suppose it’s a better way of exile. But enough of that, let’s get this done, and hopefully I can give you back your museum pod and make you less grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy, just annoyed. I run an organized and safe, if not tight ship, and 2 of my men were murdered. Imagine if they had opened that Gate in a crowded city, and the causalities they could have inflicted before we could have responded.” Adama replied as he moved to the hatch. “Let’s go then.”
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Armandus trembled in fear as Rory Mercury skipped up to him with a smile on her face. “Hello, how are you today? When I heard about where you wound up, I decided I just had to see for myself.”
“Lady Mercury…”
“Enough of that, you can call me Rory. We are friends aren’t we?” Rory stated with a smile, closed eyes, and her halberd to Armandus’ neck.
“Yes Rory, we’re friends, whatever you need will be made available.”
“Excellent, have the people here made any contact with you?” Rory asked as she turned business like while dismissing her halberd with a flick.
“Very little, I have exchanged a letter and a good will gift. Now I am waiting for them to treat with me.” Armandus reported.
“Ok,” Rory airily waved her hand, “I will be examining that metal bird over there that looks similar to the one hovering past that glass.”
Armandus watched her skip over to one of the metal birds and breathed a sigh of relief as she started hopping all over it in curiosity. For a moment he thought the Gods had decided to punish them after all for disregarding Hardy’s warning.
“Attention Legatus Armandus Longinus! Attention Legatus Armandus Longinus! Commander William Adama and Secretary of Education Laura Roslin will meet with you now!” A loud announcement sounded from nowhere.
Within moments a sally port opened and 24 men in the black armor and strange crossbows(?) came down and took covering positions followed by 12 bannermen wielding 12 different banners. Behind them came a middle aged man flanked by a middle aged woman he guessed was his wife, and they were in turn followed by 4 black armored men and a bannerman holding what he assumed to be the Commander’s personal colors.
Immediately his sole Legion came to attention. The Colonial Delegation came to a halt midway to them. Rory for her part simply sat on the metal bird and watched in interest. As for himself, Armandus proceeded with his Aquilifer, Chief Mage, and four Lictors.
“Greetings Commander Adama and Lady Adama, I am Legatus Armandus…”
“We aren’t married, I am Secretary of Education Laura Roslin, the Senior Colonial Government Representative aboard Galactica.” The middle age lady interrupted Armandus. “But do go on.”
Armandus raised an eyebrow, not unheard of, but rare, though why would a Secretary have governing power? “My apologies Secretary Roslin, I was tasked by Emperor Molt Sol Augustus with conquering a new virgin world, somehow we wound up on your vessel.”
“You’re lucky you entered this pod, had you opened the gate on the portside pod, you would have all walked into the vacuum of space unprotected and died in seconds. Which would have annoyed me greatly as the paperwork would have been onerous.” Commander Adama spoke.
“I see,” Armandus agreed. “In any event we hit an impasse. My remit doesn’t allow me to promise anything and I sent word to the Emperor requesting an Emissary be sent. Nor can I speak for the Gods of my world. And the Apostle of Emroy,” Armandus pointed to Rory, “Can only speak for Emroy.”
“Talking about me?” Rory asked as she appeared next to Armandus in an instant. Bent slightly at the waist with hands behind her back and a smile on her face while everyone else but Adama reacted in shock. Adama merely raised an eyebrow.
“As I was saying, this is Rory Mercury, Apostle of Emroy.”
“Pleased to meet you all, but what I want to know is how do you open up your metal bird? I want to sit in it.” The last part Rory whined pitifully.
Adama raised an eyebrow, walked over to the metal bird and pulled on something which caused the glass canopy to raise.
“Whoo hoo,” Rory exclaimed before jumping into the seat.
“Well, why don’t we begin.” Laura offered.
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Captain Lee Adama let the deckhand of the Calliope undo his hard collar. With the changed situation, he was redirected to this Adamant Frigate and to assume the post of CAG as Major Indigo had taken Hardship Leave and Captain Bears had her flight status pulled due to pregnancy.
“Welcome aboard Calliope, Apollo, I am CPO Kendricks. I will be your Deck Chief for your stay.” A man in his mid-30s greeted him.
“Good to meet you, can you summon all available pilots to the Ready Room please. I need to do a count and debrief them.” Lee ordered as he went to the pilot ready room.
“Certainly sir, I will gather them for you.”
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Laura Roslin with Billy and Elosha enjoyed a meal with the Apostle and the Saderan Delegation aboard Colonial Heavy 798 with the Press present. Commander Adama had turned negotiations over to her and she had moved them to a conference room aboard her chartered ship enroute to Caprica with an escort of the Calliope and its air wing. The Legatus had departed with his Legion through the Gate to report to the Emperor, leaving his Chief Mage, a Tribune and 2 Lictors to do the initial diplomacy. Adama had been glad just to get back full control of his ship and be rid of the hyperactive Apostle whose demonstration of her regenerative capability, ability to wield a halberd that took 6 fully grown Marines to lift, and age confirmed by Doc Cottle convinced all she was a demi-god.
“Yuum. Is it possible I could get a case of this ice cream to take back with me?” Rory asked as she took another bite of her chocolate ice cream.
Laura smiled, “Certainly, I will arrange for a freezer container as well as a recipe to make your own.”
“Thank you.” Rory replied as she ate more ice cream. “I must say Elosha, the fact your gods fought each other to the point you had to abandon Kobol is just hilarious. Though we have our differences, we never would go so far as to wreck our world; it would leave us without worshippers.”
“War amongst the Lords was not their doing, but of the one jealous god who was driven off. However, they could no longer take physical form afterwards and with their withdrawal from Kobol, we were forced to take the Galleon to these 12 worlds. But if as you say the gods still cling to you of the 13th, we will gladly welcome you to our Colonies. It has been 2,000 years since any Lord has walked amongst us.”
Rory lowered her eyes and her head in sadness. “We are tied to our worlds, once our bond with it is broken, we lose our conscious ability to interact with mortals and the world becomes cursed. But if you were able to survive 2,000 years without any gods over you, that is no mean feat mortal. Soon I myself will have to decide where I will dwell when my time to ascend comes in 39 years.”
“Gemenon will gladly welcome you with open arms if you decide to dwell on our world.”
Rory smiled while the cameras rolled, “I would like that, but first I must see these other worlds and my fellow 11 Apostles would also want to see for themselves your worlds.”
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Commander Adama looked up from the sheet Mr. Gaeta gave him and caught Colonel Tigh’s attention and handed him the sheet, “Virgon’s Royal Squadron has raised anchor and will await us at Daidalos with 3 Janus and 7 Berzerks. The King of Virgon will be the first Ambassador to the Saderan Empire. And we both were promoted. The king will pin our new ranks on when we arrive at Daidalos. I will command the Daidalos military command charged with security of the Gate and protecting its economic and military potential. You will take command of Galactica which will be docked to Daidalos.”
Tigh raised an eyebrow, “Things are moving fast, everyone wants in on the action now. Never mind the massive security issue this Gate represents or our two dead men, or if this had opened up in any other place.”
“Indeed. I wonder if we are indeed watched over by a vindictive god who is a bad fanfic writer just looking for kicks?”
“Perish the thought Bill, we were about to retire and hit every bar in Caprica City.” Tigh smirked.
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Baltar stared at the unmistakable light of a nuclear explosion. His lover, an admitted humanform Cylon stood by him, her words about Humanity’s Children returning today echoing in his mind.
“Sergeant, what can you tell me about her?”
“Well Colonel, her name is Mairan, she is 14 years old, and speaks in Archaic Celtan. She was a slave and supposed to be a concubine to a Legatus Armandus who apparently decided to gift her to the Commander.” Galactica’s Master of Arms spoke as she removed the unlocked collar and dumped it in the trash.
“I see, as soon as the Doc clears her, send her to the Caprican Federal Police as a Human Trafficking Victim and let them figure out what to do with her. Boomer and Helo are prepping a Raptor as we speak. So give her over to them.” Colonel Tigh ordered before going to Specialist Henderson and Seelix who saluted him.
“As you were, as soon as the Doc clears you, you’ll be placed on medical leave. Given the circumstances, Galactica’s decommissioning is suspended indefinitely. But you will be discharged on time unless you want to re-up. That said, the Commander wanted me to ensure you are alright before he decides to vent the museum pod.”
“They killed Prosna and Socinus and tried to rape us, vent the mother frakkers!” Cally spat.
“And cut their dicks off afterwards and send them back through that gate. They will think twice before attacking our ship again.” Seelix added.
“Good to see your spirits are up, but final call might not be the Commander’s to make. We are currently enroute to rendezvous with the Presidential Envoy who is now doing the initial talks with these boarders. But if things go south, rest assured the Commander will vent them to vacuum.”
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Commander Adama put his phone down, “Mr. Gaeta, have the formation turn 30 degrees to port to pick up the Secretary of Education.”
“Yes sir.”
Turning to the DRADIS, Adama watched the Colonial Government Transport approach for docking. This was how Colonel Tigh found him when he returned to CIC.
“Commander, Specialist Henderson and Seelix are alright, the rabbit girl will be turned over to the Caprican Federal Police as a human trafficking victim per policy.”
“Thank you Colonel, to think a world still practices sex slavery. But it isn’t our concern. Secretary Roslin will begin diplomatic contact with these Saderans. President thinks they might be the 13th Tribe or descended from them.”
“Not too late to claim containment failure and vent them Bill.”
“Don’t tempt me Saul, but from his letter, it appears these Saderans were expecting to find a virgin world similar to their own to conquer and colonize.”
“Well they should fire whoever navigated the Gate to our museum pod, he sucks at navigation; imagine if they had done it on our Portside.”
“That would have been a lot of unnecessary paperwork for spaced bodies plus all the safety inspections and recerts.”
“Sirs, Colonial Heavy 798 is on final approach and will dock in 30 minutes. Also fleet wants us to head to Ragnar Anchorage. They want to reactivate Daidalos as the main processing area. 2 Atlas-class Supercarriers will jump ahead of us to there, carrying additional staff.” Lt. Gaeta announced as he handed over the dock request form and the orders from the Admiralty for Commander Adama’s signature.
“Very well, XO, set us a course to Ragnar, I am going to put on my Dress Uniform and meet the Secretary and initiate the Diplomatic Proceedings, You will have the Conn.”
“Very well Commander, I have the Conn.”
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Aaron Doral gasped for breath as he resurrected.
“Brother you…”
“Call off the attack! Call it off!”
“It’s too late; the attack units are on silence mode. Too many assets are moving. It is the will of the one true god. Trust the plan. Trust god.” The 3 model serving as a nurse reassured him lovingly.
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Apostle Rory looked up in confusion; she thought she just felt some person tell another to trust in her. She then began to grin. Looking over Alnus, she became confused again, what was this mess? Weren’t they marching to conquer a new world today?
Skipping up to a trooper who was carrying a dispatch case, she waved cutely at the soldier. “Yoo hoo, will you be so kind as to tell me what is going on?”
The messenger skidded to a halt and paled upon looking at her. “Ror… I mean Lady Rory Mercury, greetings Apostle of Emroy and protector of the people. Our expedition has failed. We somehow opened the Gate into a ship of sorts that sails a black void. I am ordering the follow on units to make camp while the Wyvern Corps delivers a report to the Emperor.”
Cutely placing her left index finger at the corner of her mouth while hefting her axe over her right shoulder, Rory responded, "Interesting, I think I will see this void ship myself.”
“Do you wish an escort my Lady?”
Rory shook her head, “Not necessary, everyone here knows me.” She grinned menacingly, “Those who don’t will get harvested.”
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Adama stared at the body of the Public Relations Liaison then turned to look at Sergeant Hadrian and a fireteam of Marines, “You’re telling me he just pulled the fireaxe, rammed it into the bulkhead and then rammed his head into it?”
“Yes Commander, I can’t even begin to comprehend why. I mean he took my firm refusal to let him interview the rabbit quite well. I mean I don’t know…” Hadrian became lost for words.
“Whatever, I got bigger things to worry about, fill out a 2048SE form on him and have the Doc sign it and get this body off my deck.” Adama ordered before moving on to greet the Secretary of Education.
“Commander Adama, I am Colonel Mackron of the Colonial Marine Corps, I was to report to you.” A Colonial Marine Officer announced as he came up.
“Excellent Colonel, you will immediately take your staff and re-activate the Marine Operations Room, Sergeant Hadrian, CMR, is my current Master-at-Arms, she will assist you.”
“Copy that sir, WILCO.” The Colonel moved on while Adama proceeded to the Conference Room where Captain Kelly saluted him.
“The Secretary is here as ordered sir.”
“Thank you Captain, resume your post, we got a lot of things to do yet.” Adama ordered before turning to the Secretary. “Madame Secretary, I am Commander Adama. So far other than a letter and slave given to me as a gift who will be placed on the next Raptor run to the Caprican Police, we have had no contact. They speak in an Archaic Aerilonian language. My instructions were to escort you to meet with their Expedition Leader Armandus Longinus and determine the means by which they wound up in the museum and its ability to be replicated. Plus if they are the 13th Tribe.”
Education Secretary Laura Roslin smiled before speaking, “Well this is most certainly interesting. I take it the decommissioning is now totally off the table?”
“Yes, we are enroute to the soon to be recommissioned Daidalos.”
“Well, fair warning, I was tasked with this assignment before my resignation and assignment as Curator. Now that its changed, no doubt Adar will simply name me ambassador. Suppose it’s a better way of exile. But enough of that, let’s get this done, and hopefully I can give you back your museum pod and make you less grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy, just annoyed. I run an organized and safe, if not tight ship, and 2 of my men were murdered. Imagine if they had opened that Gate in a crowded city, and the causalities they could have inflicted before we could have responded.” Adama replied as he moved to the hatch. “Let’s go then.”
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Armandus trembled in fear as Rory Mercury skipped up to him with a smile on her face. “Hello, how are you today? When I heard about where you wound up, I decided I just had to see for myself.”
“Lady Mercury…”
“Enough of that, you can call me Rory. We are friends aren’t we?” Rory stated with a smile, closed eyes, and her halberd to Armandus’ neck.
“Yes Rory, we’re friends, whatever you need will be made available.”
“Excellent, have the people here made any contact with you?” Rory asked as she turned business like while dismissing her halberd with a flick.
“Very little, I have exchanged a letter and a good will gift. Now I am waiting for them to treat with me.” Armandus reported.
“Ok,” Rory airily waved her hand, “I will be examining that metal bird over there that looks similar to the one hovering past that glass.”
Armandus watched her skip over to one of the metal birds and breathed a sigh of relief as she started hopping all over it in curiosity. For a moment he thought the Gods had decided to punish them after all for disregarding Hardy’s warning.
“Attention Legatus Armandus Longinus! Attention Legatus Armandus Longinus! Commander William Adama and Secretary of Education Laura Roslin will meet with you now!” A loud announcement sounded from nowhere.
Within moments a sally port opened and 24 men in the black armor and strange crossbows(?) came down and took covering positions followed by 12 bannermen wielding 12 different banners. Behind them came a middle aged man flanked by a middle aged woman he guessed was his wife, and they were in turn followed by 4 black armored men and a bannerman holding what he assumed to be the Commander’s personal colors.
Immediately his sole Legion came to attention. The Colonial Delegation came to a halt midway to them. Rory for her part simply sat on the metal bird and watched in interest. As for himself, Armandus proceeded with his Aquilifer, Chief Mage, and four Lictors.
“Greetings Commander Adama and Lady Adama, I am Legatus Armandus…”
“We aren’t married, I am Secretary of Education Laura Roslin, the Senior Colonial Government Representative aboard Galactica.” The middle age lady interrupted Armandus. “But do go on.”
Armandus raised an eyebrow, not unheard of, but rare, though why would a Secretary have governing power? “My apologies Secretary Roslin, I was tasked by Emperor Molt Sol Augustus with conquering a new virgin world, somehow we wound up on your vessel.”
“You’re lucky you entered this pod, had you opened the gate on the portside pod, you would have all walked into the vacuum of space unprotected and died in seconds. Which would have annoyed me greatly as the paperwork would have been onerous.” Commander Adama spoke.
“I see,” Armandus agreed. “In any event we hit an impasse. My remit doesn’t allow me to promise anything and I sent word to the Emperor requesting an Emissary be sent. Nor can I speak for the Gods of my world. And the Apostle of Emroy,” Armandus pointed to Rory, “Can only speak for Emroy.”
“Talking about me?” Rory asked as she appeared next to Armandus in an instant. Bent slightly at the waist with hands behind her back and a smile on her face while everyone else but Adama reacted in shock. Adama merely raised an eyebrow.
“As I was saying, this is Rory Mercury, Apostle of Emroy.”
“Pleased to meet you all, but what I want to know is how do you open up your metal bird? I want to sit in it.” The last part Rory whined pitifully.
Adama raised an eyebrow, walked over to the metal bird and pulled on something which caused the glass canopy to raise.
“Whoo hoo,” Rory exclaimed before jumping into the seat.
“Well, why don’t we begin.” Laura offered.
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Captain Lee Adama let the deckhand of the Calliope undo his hard collar. With the changed situation, he was redirected to this Adamant Frigate and to assume the post of CAG as Major Indigo had taken Hardship Leave and Captain Bears had her flight status pulled due to pregnancy.
“Welcome aboard Calliope, Apollo, I am CPO Kendricks. I will be your Deck Chief for your stay.” A man in his mid-30s greeted him.
“Good to meet you, can you summon all available pilots to the Ready Room please. I need to do a count and debrief them.” Lee ordered as he went to the pilot ready room.
“Certainly sir, I will gather them for you.”
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Laura Roslin with Billy and Elosha enjoyed a meal with the Apostle and the Saderan Delegation aboard Colonial Heavy 798 with the Press present. Commander Adama had turned negotiations over to her and she had moved them to a conference room aboard her chartered ship enroute to Caprica with an escort of the Calliope and its air wing. The Legatus had departed with his Legion through the Gate to report to the Emperor, leaving his Chief Mage, a Tribune and 2 Lictors to do the initial diplomacy. Adama had been glad just to get back full control of his ship and be rid of the hyperactive Apostle whose demonstration of her regenerative capability, ability to wield a halberd that took 6 fully grown Marines to lift, and age confirmed by Doc Cottle convinced all she was a demi-god.
“Yuum. Is it possible I could get a case of this ice cream to take back with me?” Rory asked as she took another bite of her chocolate ice cream.
Laura smiled, “Certainly, I will arrange for a freezer container as well as a recipe to make your own.”
“Thank you.” Rory replied as she ate more ice cream. “I must say Elosha, the fact your gods fought each other to the point you had to abandon Kobol is just hilarious. Though we have our differences, we never would go so far as to wreck our world; it would leave us without worshippers.”
“War amongst the Lords was not their doing, but of the one jealous god who was driven off. However, they could no longer take physical form afterwards and with their withdrawal from Kobol, we were forced to take the Galleon to these 12 worlds. But if as you say the gods still cling to you of the 13th, we will gladly welcome you to our Colonies. It has been 2,000 years since any Lord has walked amongst us.”
Rory lowered her eyes and her head in sadness. “We are tied to our worlds, once our bond with it is broken, we lose our conscious ability to interact with mortals and the world becomes cursed. But if you were able to survive 2,000 years without any gods over you, that is no mean feat mortal. Soon I myself will have to decide where I will dwell when my time to ascend comes in 39 years.”
“Gemenon will gladly welcome you with open arms if you decide to dwell on our world.”
Rory smiled while the cameras rolled, “I would like that, but first I must see these other worlds and my fellow 11 Apostles would also want to see for themselves your worlds.”
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Commander Adama looked up from the sheet Mr. Gaeta gave him and caught Colonel Tigh’s attention and handed him the sheet, “Virgon’s Royal Squadron has raised anchor and will await us at Daidalos with 3 Janus and 7 Berzerks. The King of Virgon will be the first Ambassador to the Saderan Empire. And we both were promoted. The king will pin our new ranks on when we arrive at Daidalos. I will command the Daidalos military command charged with security of the Gate and protecting its economic and military potential. You will take command of Galactica which will be docked to Daidalos.”
Tigh raised an eyebrow, “Things are moving fast, everyone wants in on the action now. Never mind the massive security issue this Gate represents or our two dead men, or if this had opened up in any other place.”
“Indeed. I wonder if we are indeed watched over by a vindictive god who is a bad fanfic writer just looking for kicks?”
“Perish the thought Bill, we were about to retire and hit every bar in Caprica City.” Tigh smirked.
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Baltar stared at the unmistakable light of a nuclear explosion. His lover, an admitted humanform Cylon stood by him, her words about Humanity’s Children returning today echoing in his mind.
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