"They will find Earth. Sooner then you may realize." A soft, sultry whisper is heard in the ear of Gaius Baltar as he stands on the deck of his lakeside home back on Caprica. Baltar, almost in a trance of solitude continued to gaze upon the mountain peaks that served as the background to the home he had spent many evenings entertaining his numerous visitors of the female persuasion. That was before he turned his back against humanity seven years ago. Now, the lake view, the surrounding mountains and the home from which he lived in exist now only in his head.
The beautiful blonde-haired woman in a short silver sequent dress that stood beside him was also a delusion within his genius mind. At times, the long legged beauty exhibited the unusual ability of physical interactions with Baltar. Mostly it was sexual with a tendency to veer towards violence when the situation called for it and Baltar was always at the end of both. These physical occurrences perhaps indicated that she was more then just an illusion from memories of a woman he once knew. Natasi was her alias back on Capricabut then Baltar learned under the harshes of circumstances that she was a Cylon model that looked, smelled and felt like a human.
She was model Number Six of the Cylon's original twelve models. That was until Model Number Eight gave birth to a Cylon Hybrid, the thirteenth model of Cylon. The childs father was human, Karl "Helo" Agathon of the Battlestar Galactica. The mothers human alias was Sharon Valerii, a crew member and Cylon sleeper agent aboard the Galactica. Six had always had her doubts about the "Sharon" model. Those doubts had been confirmed as she had proven to be more of a hinderence to the Cylon master plan. It was the Number Eight model and a weaker version of the Model Six that was responsible for the Cylon Civil War. It was the war that caused the depletion of the Cylon numbers. Now the Colonial fleet of 57, 324 people now outnumbered the Cylons three to one.
During the war both sides of Cylons destroyed all possible methods of resurrection, both on and off the Cylon homeworld. The War was benefital to mankind as it weakened the Cylons in the sense that once they where killed, there was no worries that their Cylon souls would reincarnate into another. The Cylons had now taken on every trait of mankind. It was an irony that most Cylons did not care for. Even though they were indentical in almost everyway with no advantage over the other, the Cylons still believed they are the superior species. Six was one of these such Cylons that still believed. From this point is was souly about religions. Who's God or God's were better.
"Are you not listening to me?" the blonde Cylon screamed in annoyance of Baltar's lack of interest in her comment.
Baltar shuttered as he awoke himself from his lost gaze. "I am sorry. You were saying something?" his ancient wavering nervously.
"Gaius, Earth is close. We will soon be arriving at the moment where the day of reckoning will come and your true purpose to the one true God will finally be revealed."
Gaius Baltar stared with a sardonic half smile back out at the lake as the setting Sun's rays glistened off it. He had heard this speech before. "My true purpose, you say? Apparently, His word has not been clear enough for you. My part in the destruction of the colonies, my decision as President to colonize New Caprica, which I should remind you was not exactly a roaring success and…And as which arrived me here at my current portrayal of some pathetic sycophant to your antiquated leader. A leader that is, of what is left of your Cylon brethren."
The Cylons jaw clenched. "However less in numbers we are and whatever obsolete figurehead may try to lead us, we are still the children of the one true God and when the day comes for judgment to be past it will be us and not the humans that will survive his fury."
"Don't you think your "judgment day" may have already past?" Baltar said, still with a lump of nervousness in his throat. "Everything that I have done has not made a difference in your Cylon master plan. My actions have only strengthened the will of humanity. How am I expected to still believe that I am an instrument of your one true God, if everything that I do in the end benefits the one that your God intends to inflict his suffering on? Makes you want to reevaluate that supposed purpose, doesn't it?"
"Don't allow superficial appearances to blur the truth, Gaius. All of these events have a reason. The Civil War might have reduced us in numbers, but it also weeded out the models that were weak and unreliable. The Cylon race stands stronger now, more then ever. Once we find Earth, all that has happened before will happen again."
Baltar was mentally too tired to argue with Six any longer. It had been a hard seven years. The weight of his past had finally started to show its ill affects on him. On his final day on New Caprica, Baltar found himself at the ultimate of crossroads. As the humans won their independence from the occupying Cylon's, Admiral Adama left Baltar behind on New Caprica after the Doctor was discovered as the Cylon conspirator responsible for the penetration of the Colonial defenses and the fall of the Colonies. He was left with little choice; he had to take the side of the Cylons completely. Forced to either die alone on New Caprica or take salvation from the Cylons whose soul purpose was to annihilate all humans. He had already unwittingly helped Number Six gain access to the colonial defenses resulting in the destruction of the Twelve Colonies. What was left of humanity had left him for dead. It was time to return the favor. All that has happened before will happen gain.
The young girl stood about twenty feet away from Lieutenant Carl "Helo" Agathon. She was trying to tell him something but her yells could not be heard over the windstorm that seemed to have come from nowhere. He could tell she was pointing up into the sky at something, but the wind was throwing around dirt and other debris that kept him from seeing what had her attention. As Helo edged closer to the girl, the wind blew harder causing the dirt and debris to blind him even more. With his right arm up in his face, he would systematically peek out over his forearm every other step while keeping the girl in his extremely limited sight. As the wind grew stronger, the girl eventually became a blur and then vanished within the dirt and debris. Helo fought through the wind and everything else that was being thrown at him. The vortex that the wind had created around Helo was sucking every breath out of him. When he approached the spot from where he last saw the girl he reached out with his left arm, but as quickly as the storm came it left. The girl had seemed to disappear along with the windstorm, as she was nowhere to be found. Crouched over, Helo tried to catch his breath. He took one last deep breath before looking up at where the girl was pointing. It was beautiful. There were continents and oceans. The planet's glorious sight caught Helo completely off guard. His amazement soon turned into a petrified shock as the planet developed into a horrifying recall of his own past. In a brief, but horrifying moment on all the continents there appeared large mushroom clouds from explosions on the ground. No! The ground below Helo began to shake, knocking him off his feet and hitting his head against the ground in the process. Helo, now on the verge of unconsciousness stared up at the unknown planet. It was now ultimately destroyed much the same as Caprica and the other colonies. His vision now blurred, the girl had returned in front of him. She reached out to give him a slim gold disk and when she tried to speak to him no words came out of her mouth, but the sounds of birds and the swaying of ocean waves. Beneath him, the ground shook violently as his fight with unconsciousness was lost. Everything soon turned to black.
"Helo!" a murmured voice rang out.
"Helo!" the voice called out again, this time sounding more familiar. "Get the frak out of bed!"
Helo awoke from his dream, the third one like it this week. Over the intercom, Lt. Gaeta was calling everyone to action stations while Starbuck stood at the hatch of the barrack with impatient eyes. Still groggy, Helo managed to exit his bunk and throw on his gear as quickly as possible.
"You're worse then a woman." Starbuck said under anxious breath. "This isn't a beauty pageant, it's a Cylon attack!"