The hum and glow of the baseship was still something that Ellen Tigh hadn't gotten used to. She dove into the world of Cylon projection as she made her way through it, following Caprica Six. It was of course awkward between the two of them now but there was work to be done. They came into the lower chambers where they kept the Centurions. The Centurions looked up with those glowing eyes. They had been busy. The Cylons had been taking in asteroids and the Centurions were taking what materials they could from them and building more of themselves. It was easy enough that they didn't have a limited power source. They could build as many as they wanted and still not run dry. The only thing they needed was space on the ship.
Ellen looked them over and felt a surge of sympathy for them. They were simple enough creatures no matter what they did to them. They had allowed them higher thoughts but they still thought rather, well, childishly they obeyed orders because they knew nothing else. She wondered what would happen when they started moving onto those higher thoughts. Would they walk from cabin to cabin slaughtering Cylons and humans as they went? Would they want to leave? Could they even allow them go? She needed them now. What would happen after this?
"Excuse me, may I have your attention?" Ellen said in a loud enough voice.
The Centurions turned and looked at her. Their eyes glowed and their expressionless faces watched her. She started to get performance anxiety. She swallowed and continued.
"As all of you know, there was once a child named Hera, who was half human and half Cylon, many of you know what she was. You watched over her, you were her protectors. Do you understand the importance of a half human, half cylon child?"
They didn't respond as they couldn't but a few of them flinched and moved.
"She has been abducted by Cavil and those that opposed us in the civil war. We fear that they might soon kill her to find out her secrets. The humans are planning a rescue mission but they will need our help. I'm asking you, not ordering you, to help us. We can't do this alone. Those of you who want to come with us, just step forward. Those of you who wish to stay behind remain where you stand. It is your choice to do this."
There was no movement at first, the Centurions stood there like the demons that they were. Then as one, they stepped forward. Ellen felt her heart strings tug a bit more, wondering how many of them would come back. She didn't know what to say. So, she said the simplest of human concepts.
"Thank you."