Chapter 1
It was so cold. S-B312 needed to move and restore circulation to his limbs. He blinked. The shock of waking up from cryosleep was wearing off. There were whispers, but he couldn't tell what they were saying. Six could make out shapes on the other side of the tempered glass. They looked human, although he couldn't quite tell through the ice buildup. If they were human, then why would they wake him and not open the pod? Something was off. He just didn't know what yet.
Apollo cradled the MA37 assault rifle in his hands and inspected it. "Have you ever seen a gun like this?" Starbuck looked at the M6G magnum she had picked up. She thought for a second and said "Cylon centurions have guns built into their arms…" Tigh finished her sentence "and the models don't need guns. So what the frak is it?" Baltar stared into the pod at the shadowy figure inside. "That's the question, isn't it?"
BOOM! The hatch blew open. Six stepped out of the stasis pod and into the pelican's cargo bay. He looked around to find human faces. That was a relief. They were uniformed, but not in standard UNSC battle dress. He drew his pistol. His mind immediately went to insurgents. Six thought to himself "Insurgents don't wear uniforms." The spartan hesitated: how long was he drifting for?
BOOM! The hatch to the pod with the strange figure inside blew open. Apollo yanked Baltar back, the piece of glass and metal nearly hitting the doctor. A tall, dark figure stepped out. It almost looked too big to be human. It scanned the room, and quickly drew a pistol. Apollo clumsily raised the assault rifle he was holding and shoved Baltar out the back hatch of the vehicle. Starbuck drew her pistol as well, and shouted for marines.