I thought I would do something a bit different, like I have seen in several other stories, and answer the reviews I got from the first chapter.

6747- I said they had the frequency, I never said they figured out how to jam it yet. Jamming a subspace transmission would be a lot easier than jamming what is basically a wormhole drive. It is not like transporters, it has been described more like folding space. But for the purpose of this story, it is more like a wormhole drive.

Sandrio- You have to read the first part of the story called Desperate Decisions. It was a Star Trek/Stargate crossover now I am adding BSG 2003 to it as well. Once this story line is finished, I might add another crossover to this continuing storyline.

Delta 1- You are very welcome and thank you. I am doing well just working on setting up for my retirement in a few months

Nomadic1- Good catch, that was a re-write I did as it was originally Dr. Weir making the comment about photon torpedoes then I remembered she was Ayiana's assistant and diplomatic attaché so I changed it but forgot to change the part below with her chiding herself forgetting.

thunder18- No problem working it.

inuboy86- Lol, told you I hadn't forgotten you

NightSkyWolf- I will try to get out at least a chapter every two weeks if not sooner.

Arthorius- Not quite sure what you mean by nerfing the UEC fleet. I have a plan and an idea given to me from a guest post but I needed a way to set it up. Wiping out most of the 7th Fleet was the perfect way to set it up and remind the UEC not to get too cocky if that is what you meant.

CIC of the Galactica

Just inside the Milkyway

"Multiple DRADIS contacts Admiral. This system is loaded with ships, satellites and a large station under construction." Lt. Gaeta reported as the Colonial Fleet finished its jump. "All ships present and accounted for Admiral. We are being hailed as well." Dualla added as reports came in from all ships. "Put it on speakers then Lieutenant." Admiral Adama ordered.

"Admiral Adama, I am Admiral O'Neill, Commander of the UEC Military forces. We welcome you to the Milky Way galaxy and home of Earth." Adama still felt like this was all a dream. "Thank you Admiral. My thoughts and prayers go out to you over the loss of so many of your people and ships in your effort to protect us." A heavy silence fell over the CIC before the reply came over the speakers.

"It happens in war Admiral and it is not the first time people I ordered into a situation died. As much as I hate it, I also know that it won't be the last time I lose people. But some of our scientists may have come up with a way to counter the Cylon tactic of jumping inside our shields. If you would bring your senior officers and the president over to the starbase, we can go over the details. We can also discuss future options for your people." Admiral Adama nodded his agreement even though O'Neill couldn't see it.

"We'll be there in about fifteen minutes Admiral. We prefer to travel the old fashioned way instead of the way Dr. Weir came to us earlier." Admiral O'Neill couldn't help but chuckle. "I understand Admiral, I really do but you'll get used to it trust me. Ok, I'll see you in fifteen minutes, O'Neill out."

A little over twenty minutes later, Admiral Adama, President Roslin, Commander Adama, and Gaius Baltar were sitting in the conference room of the partially finished starbase. Also seated in the room were Admiral O'Neill, Rodney McKay, Radek Zelenka, Narim, Moros, and another man that until recently had chosen to stay ascended. His name was Janus. He had decided to retake mortal form when approached by another ascended being and told about the situation that was going on.

Admiral O'Neill stood up and called the meeting to order. "We're here to discuss the ramifications of the little disaster that just befell my forces and to decide where we go in the future with the remnants of the Colonial Civilization. Our scientists, in close cooperation with two gentleman that could be considered to be two of the greatest inventors in human history, have come up with a possible counter to Cylon suicide attacks." He paused and decided not to go over that development just yet.

"We won't get into the specifics of that counter just yet but what I want to discuss is options for the future of the Colonials if this counter works." Adama and Roslin looked at each other. "What are you considering Admiral?"

O'Neill smiled. "Well we have a couple of options, more actually. One would be helping you find a habitable world here in the Milky Way, which we know of several. Two would be helping you retake, clean-up, and resettle your original colonies. Part of that option would be Kobol as well if you were interested. Another option would be setting you up on a habitable world in any galaxy we have influence in, which by the way is many."

He paused again to look around at the faces of his Colonials faces. President Roslin spoke up. "You're not going to let us settle on Earth are you?" She stated flatly. Admiral O'Neill wasn't a diplomat but he could hold his own against the best of them. "No Madam President. We aren't just yet. Once your people have realized that your version of events isn't the only one, then we can see about allowing visits and vacations and such. Your religious views bother me to be honest. "

Janus spoke up. "Admiral, I happen to know someone that could help in this matter and promised to lend any help he could just not right now. He wants to see how the Colonials handle the situation on their own first. He said, oh how did he put that? Oh yes, he wants to see if they can outgrow the stubbornness that got them into their current mess. Yes, those were his words exactly."

Adama wasn't overly religious but he took Janus' words to the President as an insult. "Now you look here, who told you that? And speaking of who, who the hell are you?" Before Janus could answer, a blinding flash of light filled the room. Janus just smiled. "Now you've done it, he isn't happy at all."

Once the flash cleared and the Colonials and others could see again, they could all see an extremely muscular man with a massive mane of white flowing hair and unnaturally blue eyes. He was standing at the head of the table and answered in a commanding voice. "I told him that Admiral. I am Zeus and I brought your people to Kobol more than 10,000 years ago when the Goa'uld overran Earth. Now quit being so damn stubborn! You of all of my people have the ability to end this cycle of death your people have caused and endured for so many centuries. If you cannot, the Twelve Tribes of Kobol will end here, with the people of your fleet." Then he turned to Janus. "You have a big mouth, you know that?" Janus just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

With that the room filled with a blinding flash of light again and when everyone's eyes could focus again, Zeus was gone. President Roslin and the rest of the Colonials were all staring at Admiral Adama in shock. Admiral O'Neill cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Now I don't know about your people ending with your fleet but I do know that you have to alter some of your beliefs or we will never be able to co-exist. We have had our fill of religious zealots trying to force their beliefs and religion down our throats."

He paused for effect. "We can help you and find a way to live together in peace or we help you fix your ships, fully resupply them, and send you out of this galaxy to fend for yourselves. We would at least locate a safe area to send you into so you could find your own destiny as it were or we can hash out a solution that works for everyone. It's your choice Admiral and Madam President. As we say on Earth, the ball is now in your court."

Adama began to rise. "I don't take threats well Admiral." President Roslin put her hand on his arm. "Bill, if you trust me, let me handle this. We didn't fight to survive these last two years to lose it all because of a contest to see whose balls are bigger. You heard Zeus as well as I did. YOU are the one that can end this cycle!" Everyone in the room to include the two former ascended beings was totally stunned to hear those words coming from the President of what was left of the Twelve Tribes of Kobol."

Admiral Adama sat back down looking rather ashamed. "I'm sorry Admiral, Laura is right. We need to find a way to solve this without any, "measuring contests". "That was all it took to break the building tension in the room. Everyone had a laugh and once it was over, President Roslin addressed Janus.

"So, Janus is it? How do you know Zeus?" Again Janus just shrugged his shoulders. "I have known him since before he took your people from Earth to protect you from the Goa'uld. But I lost track of him while he and his family nurtured and taught your people on Kobol. We didn't meet again until we were both ascended."

That struck the Colonials like a lightning bolt. It was Apollo that recovered first. "Wait. You were a God like Zeus?" Janus made ticking sounds with his mouth. "No dear boy. I, like Moros here, simply shed our flesh and blood bodies and ascended to a higher plane of existence. We gained immense knowledge of the universe and lived as pure energy beings. Yes we had great powers, which some of us can still use in human form, but we were not Gods. Neither is Zeus or any of his family."

After a few seconds Admiral Adama looked toward President Roslin. "Madam President, if you have no objections, I would like to take back our homes and settle Kobol as well." President Roslin nodded in agreement. "I believe the Quorum of Twelve would agree as well but we don't have the ships or personnel for that kind of operation. Not to mention the last attack destroyed most of an entire fleet."

Moros spoke up then. "We think we have a solution to the Cylon, and yours by the way, jump drive. The jump drive you both use is basically a poorly reverse engineered Furling wormhole drive. It basically opens a hole through space that allows your ships to instantly transport to another place in space. Granted the Furling drive is much more precise and can travel much greater distance but that is mainly due to their much better computer systems. But even if you had their computers, you still would burn out your engines trying to duplicate the distance the Furlings could."

It was Baltar that became offended by that off-hand comment. "Now just wait a minute. Our technology was handed down to us by the Lords of Kobol. We have used it for over 2,000 years. We basically regressed technologically because the Cylons could take over and control our more advanced, networked systems."

O'Neill just shook his head. "If you would wait a minute, we were about to tell you that part of the plan. We will help you build ships and train your people to use them. We won't give you our technology but we will give you something much better than you have now. We also will send several assault fleets along to assist. Our security measures in computer defense is millions of years ahead of anything the Cylons can come up with. It stopped them cold when they tried to take over our systems. Now I will let Moros and the team he worked with explain what they came up with that should prevent the Cylons from jumping past our shields again."

Moros just nodded toward Janus. "We came up with a three layer shielding system with basically a smart shield as the first layer that forms a bubble around the ship. This layer scans the wormhole passing through it and sends a signal to the next two layers of shielding. The second layer is conformed in the shape of the hull but about twenty meters out from the hull." He paused as he pointed to a holographic display of an Enterprise class super dreadnaught.

"The third layer is also conformed to the hull but is less than half a meter from the hull. It is the strongest of the three and nearly equal in power to the shields of the city ships themselves. Speaking of which, Olympus was the city ship we traded to the Furlings over one hundred thousand years ago. He paused and looked the Colonials in the eyes while he waited for that to sink in.

"The outer layer then mirrors the middle layers blocking frequency effectively trapping and destroying any ship that jumps through it. With these layers of shields protecting our ships, we should have no problem assisting you in retaking your home worlds and Kobol."

The Colonials were all stunned that after the Cylons struck a devastating blow against the UEC, that they could find a way to turn it around and still offer their help. Even Admiral Adama and Doctor Baltar, after their earlier outburst, were humbled by the gesture. But it was President Roslin that spoke. "We thank you Admiral from the bottom of our hearts but are we safe here to plan and build?"

Jack looked toward her. "You are in a totally different galaxy Madam President. You are now 70,000 light years from where the 7th Fleet was destroyed." Baltar was stunned. "I knew we had traveled further than any Colonial had before but 70,000 light years? That sounds unbelievable Admiral." Admiral O'Neill couldn't help but laugh. "Doctor Baltar, we regularly make trips to and from the Pegasus Galaxy in a matter of hours and that's just over three million light years away. Our Allies have been making even longer trips much faster for over a million years."

Dr. Baltar could barely believe what he was hearing. It had been awhile since Six had appeared to him and he was seeing her now as she smiled down at him from the table where she was sitting. "Gaius, if the others get ahold of that technology, there will be no stopping them." Moros was staring straight at her as well. He looked around the room and quickly realized it was only Dr. Baltar and himself that could see this enchanting woman in the red dress.

"Normally I wouldn't say anything Dr. Baltar but in light of recent events in my life, I feel I must. Admiral O'Neill, I know you don't see her and neither does anyone else in the room but myself and Dr. Baltar. But there is a very enchanting young woman sitting on the table just to his right." Six was horrified that the old man could see her. "Gaius tried to play it off as if Moros was nuts but Moros cut him off. "Dr. Baltar, do not try and patronize me. I was High Councilor of the Alteran High Council. I have been ascended not once but twice. I retained most of my ascended powers and intellect so I see things that most average humans cannot, so yes, I see her. She is an amazingly beautiful woman, has blonde hair, is wearing a low cut red evening dress, and is approximately one point eight meters tall."

He looked to Admiral O'Neill at that point. "That would be five feet eleven inches in your measurements Admiral." Gaius was beginning to sweat profusely. "I don't know how I see her. I thought she was a figment of my imagination really. She is a Cylon model but I didn't know that until after the attacks. She was working as my assistant and she used my clearance to get access to the Colonial warships and install a back door that the Cylons used to shut down the fleet when they attacked. She was killed during the attacks when she saved my life by shielding me from the blast wave with her body."

Janus and Moros looked toward each other as Janus pulled a device from his pocket and activated it. Moros shook his head. "Nope, still there." Janus just wrinkled his forehead. But Admiral Adama and the rest of the Colonials were thoroughly confused. "What was that device?" Apollo asked what he knew everyone was thinking. Janus looked up a bit confused as well then he realized the Colonials had very little experience with subspace.

"Oh sorry. It's a subspace jammer tuned to the frequency the Cylons use to transmit their minds in order to resurrect when they die. I was making sure there was no subspace link between Dr. Baltar and the Cylons. I have covered all known frequencies and according to my esteemed colleague here, she is still sitting there. So that leads me to the conclusion that whatever they are seeing is not coming from the Cylons. So the next logical explanation is that there is some sort of device, planted inside Dr. Baltar's brain that projects her."

President Roslin spoke up before Baltar could protest. "When he first began acting strangely and told us he was seeing her, we scanned him with our medical equipment on the Galactica but we found nothing at all." Janus smirked but it was Jack that replied.

"Madam President, no offense but I think our instruments are just a tad bit more sophisticated than yours." He turned to Janus and Moros. "Do what you need. I need to know if he has something implanted in his brain and if it's a threat to our operations. Proceed with the scan Janus."

Janus and Moros looked at the Admiral like something had grown from his head. "Admiral, our hand scanners aren't powerful enough if it is microscopic which I suspect that it is. We will have to go down to my lab and us the bed scanner to see anything as small as that." He saw the look of horror on Admiral Adama's and President Roslin's face and the look of fear on Dr. Baltar's.

"Oh it's perfectly harmless and pain free my dear Doctor. And it won't take more than a few seconds to get a detailed scan. I promise you won't feel a thing." Janus promised with a huge smile. Adama and Roslin looked at each other before President Roslin looked toward Doctor Baltar whom nodded. "I would like to see for myself if there is something in my head, for my own sanity."

Six virtually purred. "Now Gaius, do you really think your friends will find anything? Do you really want to get rid of me that bad? We had fun together didn't we?" Moros was watching with increased curiosity as he observed the exchange. "I find this to be truly fascinating but maybe we should proceed to Janus' lab? You should come along too Milady."

Six actually laughed at that. "I like him, he's a real gentleman. Trust me, I will be along for the ride." President Roslin and Admiral Adama both stood as well. "We would like to see what you find as well." Janus shrugged. "Why not? I will go prepare the lab and see you there in a few minutes." With that he got up and walked out. He had a few items transported out that he didn't not want the Colonials to see.

As Janus had promised it didn't take long to run the scans and they caused Baltar absolutely zero pain. Six on the other hand immediately fell to the floor and begin writhing in utter anguish the instant the machine (that looked a lot like a CAT scan device) was turned on. But it was over as soon as the very short scan finished in seconds. "Oh Gaius, please don't let them do that again. That was the worst pain I have ever endured no matter how short it was." She pouted from the floor. Moros actually leaned down and offered her a hand rising.

"That's ok Milady. You won't have to endure that again. We have all that we need. It seems you are indeed a microscopic device planted deep in Dr. Baltar's cerebral cortex. There are no signals or capability to even send a signal other than project you for those of us that can to see and hear. What purpose that would serve, we have no idea unless it was to torture the poor Doctor for past deeds."

Dr. Baltar looked deeply embarrassed but kept quiet as he had already convinced Admiral Adama and President Roslin that he was as much a victim as everyone else. He was vastly curious about the highly advanced equipment all around him though. "Admiral, if it would be alright with you and the President and of course our new friends, I would like to stay here and assist on the designs and upgrades for our ships. I would suggest sending Chief Tyrol over as well. He knows as much or more than even I do about our ships and designs. He did design and build the Blackbird after all."

Neither the Admiral nor the President had a problem with Baltar staying and neither did Admiral O'Neill once he knew the device in Baltar's head did not pose a threat to his people. No one objected to Chief Tyrol coming over to assist either. So President Roslin, Admiral Adama, and Commander Lee Adama returned to the Galactica and gave Chief Tyrol an hour to get everything he would need to assist in designing and building new ships for the Colonial Fleet. Once Chief landed on the Enterprise, the sensors detected something that had a squad of Marines in full battle armor pointing their rifles at him as he exited the Raptor. Chief dropped his tools and threw his hands in the air. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What the frak is this?!"

Admiral O'Neill stood looking at him from behind the Marines. "Mister Tyrol, I'm going to ask you this once and once only. Does Admiral Adama know you are a Cylon or are you hiding it from him too?" Chief Galen Tyrol had heard a lot of things in his life but this one shocked him to his core.

"What the frak do you mean I am a Cylon? I am not a Cylon! My father was a Priest and my mother an Oracle! I've been serving in the fleet since I was 18!" Jack just shrugged. "I don't care who you think you are, the sensors say you are a Cylon and before I let you anywhere near any of our technology, Janus and Moros are going to scan you thoroughly and let me know what is going on. We aren't savages, you'll be treated fairly and with respect until we get to the bottom of this." The Marines took that as their cue to escort Chief Tyrol to Janus' lab.

Admiral O'Neill then returned to the control room on the starbase. "I want a thorough sensor scan of every ship in the Colonial fleet. We know there are at least two Cylons in their fleet now and I want to see if more are hiding among them." The sensor officer merely nodded and did as she was ordered. After a few minutes she reported her findings. "Admiral, sensors are detecting the presence of four Cylons on the Galactica, one of which is Lt. Agathon, one on the luxury liner Cloud Nine, and one on Colonial One.

O'Neill thought for a bit. "Beam all them except Lt. Agathon to the brig inside a class one containment field and get me Admiral Adama on the horn." It only took a few seconds before Admiral Adama's face came on the screen as the first thing Admiral O'Neill had ordered was a UEC communications console to be installed on the Galactica.

"I take it you would be the one responsible for my people vanishing in a flash of light Admiral." Adama stated flatly. O'Neill smiled to himself. "That I would Admiral that I would. Our sensors showed that Chief Tyrol is a Cylon the instant he crossed our atmospheric force field just as they did Lt. Agathon. So I had a full sensor sweep ran on every ship in your fleet and we detected six more Cylons hiding among your people." Just then the coms panel beeped an incoming call. The coms officer looked up. "Admiral, it's Janus and he says it's urgent that he speak with you." O'Neill frowned at the interruption.

"Excuse me Admiral. One of my scientists is calling and saying he needs to speak to me right now. It may have something to do with these Cylons we detected, I'll be right back." He nodded to the coms officer. "What is it Janus? I'm talking to Admiral Adama right now." He could hear the excitement in Janus' voice. "Admiral, there is no doubt, Chief Tyrol is a Cylon but not the same as Lt. Agathon. He is a bit more advanced and has had his memories blocked in a way."

O'Neill was confused. "Janus, how can he have memories if he is a Cylon?" He could almost see Janus laughing. "Admiral, for all intents and purposes, the Chief and Lieutenant are as human as the next person, they just have very minor differences. Between the two, besides the Chief being male and the Lieutenant being female, is Mr. Tyrol can reproduce the same as a human while the Lieutenant normally could not but has with a human. It's a complicated and truly fascinating story Admiral. Someone tried to erase the Chief's memories but as he is slightly different, all they did was manage to block them. It will be a simple process for me to unblock them so Chief knows who he really is."

O'Neill pondered over that wondering if it was the best course of action to unblock the memories. "Ok, Janus, hold that thought, I'll get back to you in a few seconds." With that he nodded to the coms officer to put Admiral Adama back on the main screen.

"Admiral, Janus has just informed me that the Chief is indeed a Cylon but is different from Lieutenant Agathon. Someone tried to erase his memories but only succeeded in blocking them. Janus says it is an easy process for him to fix but I wanted to contact you and see if that is something you wanted to do." It didn't take the Admiral long to decide at all. "You're damn right I want his memories unblocked. But not until I get there as I want each of the people you took scanned as well." He didn't give O'Neill a chance to even respond before he cut communications and headed to the hanger deck.

Ten minutes later, Admiral Adama and Admiral O'Neill were standing outside of the holding cells. Of the five Cylons beamed to the cells, only one was known to be a Cylon model by Lieutenant Agathon. He was a model one that went by the name of Brother Cavil. "This one is a model one that took the name John Cavil. His series were the model that pushed the hardest for war against the humans. He also considers himself to be the leader of all Cylons." The other four were Colonel Tigh, his wife Ellen Tigh, Samuel Anders, and Tory Foster, the President's personal secretary.

Colonel Tigh is furious at first but after the explanation from both Admirals, he was curious as well. "Admiral, I was pissed at first I ain't gonna lie. But now I need to know what the hell is really going on." Samuel Anders was quick to agree. "Me too, if I am a Cylon, I need to know how and why this is happening."

Admiral O'Neill walked over to stand in front of Brother Cavil's cell. "You're their leader, what can you tell me about any of this?" Cavil just shrugged. "I'm not telling you a damn thing. Now go away and leave me alone or just kill me." Jack laughed evilly. "I could do that if that's what you want. Oh, by the way. Don't think you would resurrect if I do kill you. We know the subspace frequency you transmit your consciousness on and we can jam that frequency. So if I do kill you, it will be permanent…"

Sharon was watching Cavil for a reaction and was stunned when he turned white as a ghost and began to panic. "You can't do that. That would be murder. Isn't murder against your laws?" O'Neill turned back toward him. "If you were the one that pushed for the annihilation of the Colonies of Kobol, I would be doing the universe a favor by killing you. Besides, to me, you're nothing more than a damn robot that looks like a human, so it wouldn't be murder." He walked away for good that time and ordered the other four to be brought to the lab with Chief Tyrol. "I'm just glad Daniel wasn't here or he would be chewing my butt for that little comment." Jack thought to himself and he left the brig.

As they walked, Lt. Agathon began talking. "Admiral, there are twelve models of human form Cylons. You have seen the photos of six of them. Our number seven model was destroyed by Cavil because he resisted his leadership and fought against the war on the humans. Several of us protested and said it was wrong but were not nearly as vocal as Daniel, the seven model. The other five, none of us have ever seen and it is forbidden to even talk about them."

She paused looking for the right words. "They are called the "Final Five" but that is actually a misnomer as they are the ones that helped the mechanical Cylons make the other seven models and gave us the resurrection technology in exchange for making peace with the humans in the first Cylon War forty years ago. These four and Chief Tyrol may very well be the Final Five….." They continued on in silence until they got to Janus' lab.

Back in the Sagittarius Galaxy

"Where the hell did they go? Where is the wreckage? What the frak is going on with you idiots?" Cavil was storming around the control room of the basestar lashing out at anyone or anything that got near him. A number four tried to placate him. "Our scans showed we destroyed most of the fleet sent by those humans calling themselves the UEC. There should be some evidence of wreckage still here in the system. The only place they could have gone is into the void past the outer edge of the solar system. But long range scans show nothing there but empty space." Cavil never said a word, he just drew his pistol and shot the four model. "Then send out raiders into the void and find them!"

Elsewhere on the command basestar

A six, three, and an eight were talking quietly in a secluded part of the ship. "We have to do something. Cavil has gone totally crazy. He just shot another of us out of frustration. I know he didn't really die but it feels more and more difficult with each resurrection. We need to find a way to contact this UEC and let them know that not all of us feel or think the way Cavil and his little lackeys do. They may be human but they are much more advanced than the Colonials or even us. I'm sure they will find a way to stop our raiders from jumping past their shields and then we are done for. They are much more aggressive as well and I am afraid they will wipe us all out because of the actions of a few idiots." The eight crossed her arms.

"We went along with the consensus to carry out the attack. We are as guilty as Cavil in my opinion." The three shook her head. "No we aren't. We objected to the attack from the start just like Daniel did. But after Cavil destroyed that entire line, we buckled and just caved in. We should have kept fighting. He couldn't kill us all could he?"

The six just bit her lip thinking. "Maybe he couldn't destroy us all but he could do a lot of damage maybe even box us all. We have let him have too much power which we need to correct immediately. I just don't know how to go about fixing this mess." All three grew silent as a pair of centurions clanged down the hallway. The three, D'Anna Biers, watched after them silently. After they were out of sight she said. "I think I have an idea but I need to do a little research first. We'll link up again at another point eight in six hours." The other two conspirators nodded and parted ways.

Back aboard the UEC Starbase

Janus' lab

"Well, they are all five definitely Cylons. But like Chief Tyrol, they are more advance and have blocked memories. I can unblock them to allow you to know who you truly are." Janus explained to the five Cylons. While they were discussing it, he turned to Lt. Agathon. "You my dear, seem to be unique as well. According to all of our scans and some other information we were able to gather, none of the human form Cylons should be able to reproduce sexually. But you did with a human. Would you mind if I ran some scans you to see why this may be?"

Sharon looked a bit nervous. "I guess not but you might want to bring Karl over and run some on him as well. It may be a combination of both of our genetics that allowed me to become pregnant." Janus smiled. "That is a wonderful and insightful suggestion." Admiral Adama nodded in his direction and Admiral O'Neill contacted the coms officer. After a few words from Adama to the Galactica, Karl was shortly on his way to the starbase. By the time he arrived, the five had made their decision.

Colonel Tigh looked his old friend in the eye. "Bill, I don't know what to say except that we all agree that we want our memories unblocked. I for one need to know if my life has been a lie or there is something else greater meant for me. If it turns out any of us is some type of sleeper agent and just haven't been activated, you can lock us up and throw away the key for all I care. I love you like a brother and would never want to be responsible for hurting any of you." All four of the others nodded their agreement and Janus got down to business.

Less than an hour later, all five of the "Final Five" were sitting in the lab, several with tears running down their faces. "That dirty bastard!" Colonel Tigh said. "He flat out lied to us to get the resurrection technology then he tried to wipe all knowledge of us from the minds of all the Cylons. I'll kill him with my bare hands when I get ahold of him!"

Ellen Tigh was crying as well but she was remembering Daniel, the number seven model that Cavil wiped out. "Pour Daniel. He was so artistic and gentle. I can't believe he's gone." Tyrol was fuming as well.

"Admiral, now that you know who we truly are, permission to get to work on those ships so we can kick some major Cylon ass. They lied and deceived us when we helped them. We didn't help them so they could turn around and wipe out humanity, we helped them to protect humanity. I want some payback." All of the others voiced their support and agreement as well.

Ellen looked at Admiral Adama. "Bill, I am so sorry about anything I may have done during my brief, "amnesia". But I think I have a possible solution or at least something that will help overall." Both O'Neill and Adama looked at each other before Admiral O'Neill spoke up. "And what might that be Mrs. Tigh?" Ellen looked at him coolly. "I know you've helped us greatly Admiral, but this is our mistake and we need to fix it on or own."

Admiral Adama stepped forward and put his hand on her arm. "Ellen, I appreciate what you're trying to do but we need their help. We can't do it without them. They have vastly superior technology and a lot more people than we do. Before the attacks it might have been possible to handle it on our own but not right now. Yes, we could try to settle down somewhere and rebuild but you know as well as I do that the other Cylons will catch up to us before we are ready. With the help of the UEC, we can do it now."

When she looked her husband in the eye, she could see he agreed with his old friend. "Ok Bill, I can see the logic and wisdom of accepting their help. I just think we need to be the ones doing most of the work as again, this is our frak up."

Admiral O'Neill was satisfied, with Moros' reassurance, that he could let the Final Five return to the fleet if they wanted or in Chief Tyrol's place, begin designing the new ships the Colonials would need to take back their worlds. Baltar also returned to the starbase to help with the designs.

In the starbase conference room, Ellen Tigh was going over her plan to weaken the Cylon forces. "I can remember the argument between the models like it was just a few minutes ago. The ones were the most adamant about wiping out humanity. The threes, sixes, eights, and about half the twos were against it. Somehow Cavil figured a way to override the five of us and block the memories. I assume he used a similar method to convince the dissenters to go ahead with the attack. I believe that if I can get aboard one of their resurrection hubs, I can reinitiate the dissent and fracture the Cylon forces."

O'Neill was for just wiping them all out. "Admiral, they are our children. I know we couldn't stop you if you are truly set on just wiping them out. I would ask you to reconsider and let me try to save some of them. If you need proof that all of them are not bad, all you need do is look at Lt. Agathon. You accepted her and now you have accepted us. So please Admiral, give me a chance."

O'Neill thought for a moment. "Ok, I can have one of our stealth cruisers get you in range of one of the basestars and beam you aboard." Ellen shook her head. "That won't work Admiral. If I just appeared on one of their basestars, Cavil would know something was up. The only way to make it plausible is for me to die and resurrect on one of the resurrection hubs or ships."

Colonel Tigh shook his head hard. "No! It's too dangerous, I can't let you risk this. I lost you twice and I won't lose you again." The old Ellen that the memory block had created, wouldn't have cared one bit what Colonel Tigh thought or wanted. The Ellen that she was before making contact with the Cylons was the same Ellen that lovingly cupped her husband's face. "My dear Saul, you won't lose me ever again. I do this for the good of our people. You know it has to be this way. You have my word, I will return to you and will never forget who we are ever again."

Moros looked toward her with a twinkle in his eye. "That is something I can help with Milady. With our technology, we can ensure that Cavil can never block your memory ever again. Also, with our technology, we can ensure that he cannot destroy you the way he did the Daniel you spoke of."

Preparations were set in place and Ellen Tigh left with her husband on a stealth cruiser in route to the closest resurrection ship they could detect. As the cruiser was traveling through hyperspace near the system the 7th fleet had been attacked in, it relayed its sensor data back to Admiral O'Neill.

Though Chief Tyrol and Dr. Baltar (with Caprica Six's) input were working closely with Janus, Moros, Narim, and the other UEC scientists on designing and building new ships for the Colonial Fleet, Admiral Adama had insisted on the Galactica being the flagship of the assault.

Throngs of engineers were pouring in, over, and through the old girl replacing power conduits, adding new weapons, shields, computers (not to Adama's liking), and power systems capable of handling the new upgrades. She wouldn't get the newest or best technology the UEC had but she would get equivalent to what the Asgard used when they first made contact with Captain O'Neill after the battle with Apophis. The only difference would be that all of this technology would be powered by elements the Colonials could make themselves.

The tylium reactors the Colonials used were reverse engineered from technology used by the Furlings. The Furlings were known for (by their old Allies) using dark matter and liquid naquadah to power their technology. Once Janus saw the reactors, he was ecstatic as he hadn't seen Furling technology for thousands of years. It didn't take Chief Tyrol or Dr. Baltar long to learn the equations they needed to vastly increase the efficiency of tylium processing thus increasing their power output by nearly one hundred fold.

The Galactica now had the same shield configuration (just not as powerful) the UEC ships were changing too. She also had four spinal mounted rail guns, two spinal mounted ion cannon, hundreds of pulse phaser turrets for fighter/missile screen, upgraded missile tubes, crystal based computers equivalent to the ones Anubis designed, and dual mounted flight pods like the Mercury class battlestar. She would also have a new Viper designated the Viper MK VIII.

The MKVIII looked a lot like the MKVII but used the increased power from the new tylium to power a small shield generator, twin pulse phaser cannon mounted down either side of the nose, and the micro torpedo tubes used on the Federation runabouts. The extra power also allowed the use of a small jump drive like the Blackbird. It wouldn't give the fighter the range of a Raptor but it will give it the ability to jump in and out of battle if its shields became depleted.

Two other ships the Colonial team came up with were basically a redesigned warstar and a gunstar. The warstar wouldn't be built just yet as the need for it wouldn't come until they went to retake the highly fortified colony worlds. With the gunstar, the Asgard beaming technology on the shipyard and on the Enterprise could build up to six a day. So for three days both shipyards churned out a total of thirty-six gunstars.

The gunstars were little powerhouses. They were larger than a Sovereign or Magellan class but much smaller than a full sized battlestar. With the upgraded refining process for the tylium, they could generate four times the power of the original Columbia class battlestars like the Galactica. They kept their original KEW's but the same refining process allowed them to fire faster and with much more power. Shields, pulse phasers, and upgraded missile tubes were also added to each gunstar.

While the Colonials were learning how to handle the new ships, Admiral O'Neill was sending cloaked Saber III's and Defiant III's into the void between galaxies to destroy anything the Cylons sent past the edge of the Sagittarius Dwarf galaxy. The Cylons had the computer power to calculate a jump to the Milky Way, they just didn't suspect the fleet had gone that far as they knew the Colonial computers were far inferior to theirs. It never crossed any of the humanoid Cylons minds that the UEC would be able to calculate coordinates that the Colonial computers could interpret.

While the shipyard and Enterprise were busy building the gunstars for the Colonials, a fleet at a time would rotate back to the closest UEC shipyard to be refit to the triple layered shield configuration. Each layer was powered by its own power source and shield generator grid to avoid losing them all at once if just one went down. These new shields would turn the already mighty UEC fleet into an almost unstoppable goliath. Admiral O'Neill only wished his friend Thor could be here to see them in action. But Thor was still in the Federation reality with Admiral Carter and a UEC fleet to repay a blood debt owed to the Federation.

Twenty-five Light years into

The Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy

UEC Nightstalker

"I know you don't want to do this Saul. But I promise I will be back and you won't lose me ever again. No power in the universe can keep us apart for long My Love. Give me the shot and I will go to sleep painlessly and resurrect on the resurrection ship. It's less than five light years from us so it won't take long. I love you and will signal the moment I have accomplished the mission. The Nightstalker will have made its way to the ship by then and can beam me out." With that Ellen Tigh kissed her husband like she hadn't down in many years. She silently cursed Cavil for messing her memories up and almost costing her marriage.

Colonel Tigh steeled himself and pushed the plunger on the needle that was already attached to an IV in his wife's arm. A tear rolled down his cheek as Ellen closed her eyes and slipped into a deep coma before the drug worked its hideous destruction inside her body and her heart stopped.

Ellen Tigh sat up gasping for air inside the resurrection ship as planned. "God I hate that feeling when I first come awake after I resurrect. I had forgotten how miserable it feels." She thought to herself as she sat up coughing. A model six was on duty in the chamber. Ellen looked at her and smiled. "I'm glad it was you here and not Cavil. We need to talk." The six just stared at her before Ellen rose up out of the resurrection tank. "Don't just stand there gaping, bring your mother some clothes!" Ellen ordered. The six snapped out of her astonishment and did as ordered.

"I'm sorry Mother. I didn't realize you actually existed. Cavil told us you were myths and didn't really exist. I'm so sorry." Ellen slipped on the simple gown that six gave her and hugged her daughter close to her. "It's alright my dear. Cavil has a lot to answer for and we will make sure that he does. Gather the models you trust as discreetly as possible. We don't need everyone, just a few to get started." The six dipped her head respectfully before hurrying out the door. "Yes Mother."

Two hours later, a heavy raider flown by an eight with a six, three, and a two as passengers left the hanger and jumped away from the hub. The second it was clear of the ship, Ellen triggered a micro subspace burst and was beamed out by the Nightstalker. Once she was safely on the ship, the Nightstalker increased to full impulse until it was well clear of the patrolling basestars then she jumped into warp. The rebellion against Cavil had begun and it would be a devastating blow to the Cylon attempt to exterminate all of humanity.

Over the next week, the threes, sixes, eights, and most of the twos began slowly congregating aboard certain ships. The twos that were with the little rebellion carried out their instructions from Ellen and removed the logic inhibitor that Cavil had installed on all of the Centurions, Raiders, and Heavy Raiders. They had been the original ones to agree to stop the war against the humans for the ability to resurrect. They knew Cavil had betrayed them but with the inhibitors in place, there was nothing they could do. Several Centurions wanted to kill every single model one they came across but they also followed the instructions from Ellen to wait until the signal came to attack.

Ellen had been upfront ant clear that some of them would probably die and not be able to resurrect as the UEC would be jamming to keep the ones, fours, and fives from resurrecting. They accepted that fact and were ready to do their part anyway. Ellen had also explained that the UEC had the technology to allow the humanoid Cylons to reproduce sexually and also allow the Centurions, Raiders, and Heavy Raiders to transfer into a fully organic body if they wished to do so.

Reinforced Basestar Fleet

Same System the 7th Fleet

Was attacked

Cavil was starting to realize he was seeing fewer and fewer threes, sixes, eights, and twos. The Centurions also made him nervous for some reason he just couldn't put his finger on. Then a large fleet of gunstars, with the battlestar Galactica at its center, suddenly appeared on his DRADIS. Before he could utter a word, he knew why the Centurions were making him nervous when every single one of them, standing in or near the control room, deployed their weapon and shot him full of holes.

All across the Cylon fleet the same scene played itself out, taking out the ones, fours, fives, and lackey twos that didn't join the rebellion. Less than a dozen basestars avoided being completely taken over in the coup. The ones that did avoid the coup launched missiles and raiders against the rebel basestars. That's when the UEC ships decloaked and shot down every missile and raider targeted on a "friendly" basestar. They also destroyed the attacking basestars FTL drives with precision shots from their lateral phaser arrays. The rebel basestars didn't return fire or launch raiders, they simply jumped away from the system and into the void as far as they could quickly calculate. The UEC ships reengaged their cloaks and moved out of the slaughter that was coming. It was time to see what the Colonials could do with their new ships.

CIC of the Galactica

"Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill. Launch all Vipers and combat Raptors. Target the outer basestars with the railguns, two per ship. Target the center basestar with the ion cannons, fire when ready."

The big railguns hummed with power as the two ton slugs sped down each magnetized barrel. Galactica actually vibrated slightly as each railgun fired out the heavy tungsten slugs at one quarter the speed of light. All four slugs slammed into their target and both basestars on either side of the broken formation, imploded around the impact points and began to break apart. Explosions began traveling out along the outstretched arms from the inside as they shattered. The basestar in the center met a bit different but no less violent death.

The two ion cannons unleashed a large glowing slug of excited ions. Even before they made contact with the hull of the targeted basestar they began to distort the arms of the ship and melt the hull from the intense heat they were giving off. Colonel Tigh was in total amazement. "Holy frak! Even as far back as I can remember, I have never seen anything like that much less think I would ever serve on a ship like this. If we would have had just the modifications we have now, the attack would have been an entirely different story!"

Adama just chuckled. "I have to agree with you Saul, hold back and let the new MKVIII's and gunstars take the rest." Lt. Dualla relayed the order out to the Viper pilots and the gunstars. This order made Starbuck extremely happy. "WOOHOO roger that Galactica! You heard her Primus, break and attack!" Other squadron leaders were also issuing orders for their squadrons to break and attack as well.

Viper after Viper closed on the basestars simply bypassing the raiders that came out to meet them. Shields flared as the raiders cannon fire struck them but none were penetrated. As the raiders turned to re-engage with missiles, the gunstars unleashed a hailstorm of pulse cannon fire. Raiders simply vaporized under the volume of fire that the gunstars were able to unleash. Out of the nine remaining basestars, Galactica destroyed three and the four squadrons of Viper MKVII's destroyed one each, leaving two for the gunstars. Without their FTL drives, the two basestars were sitting ducks.

Eight gunstars surged forward targeting four each to a basestar. Each gunstar had four spinal mounted heavy KEW's and the eight unleashed all four at the two remaining basestars. Sixteen fast moving KEW rounds slammed into the arms and central spine of the Cylon ships as they tried to escape on sublight engines alone. They didn't stand a chance….

This had been the most one sided battle the Colonials had ever experienced. Even in the first Cylon war, they barely held their own. If two battlestars could catch one basestar alone, it was a complete slaughter of the basestar for the battlestars. That was an event that rarely ever happened though. It was an overwhelming victory and a much needed boost in morale for the Colonial forces. After the battle, the UEC ships decloaked and heavy construction ships dropped out of hyperspace and began building defenses and another starbase as a beachhead for the Colonial forces.

The UEC could have most likely taken the Cylons out completely in a matter of days. But Admiral O'Neill knew the importance of letting the Colonials do most of the heavy lifting, as it were, to help them regain their confidence. To this end, he sent stealth cruisers to the Cyrannus System as he knew that having accurate intelligence about what they would have to face was essential. The Nightstalker was the first one out and it relayed sensor readings and coordinates where the resurrection ship and its guarding basestars had jumped to.

After a day of celebrating and one of good rest, Admiral Adama dispatched the gunstar fleet under the command of Commander Adama. Their target was the resurrection ship and its fifteen guarding basestars. Admiral O'Neill dispatched a small escort of five Saber III's to provide jamming support and for back-up if needed. He also had the 5th Fleet on stand-by ready to jump in as well if the raid didn't go well for the Colonials.

Chief Tyrol had used his previous experience with building the Blackbird and the upgraded production facilities aboard the Galactica, to create a squadron of the Blackbird MKII. Before the gunstar fleet jumped in, the squadron of Blackbird's with added hard points, jumped in to destroy the FTL drives on as many of the basestar as they could. Priority of course was the resurrection ship and each basestar stranded would just be an added bonus.

With the upgraded targeting systems, the squadron was able to destroy the FTL drives of the resurrection ship and twelve of the fifteen basestars. Three of the basestars were far enough from the center, they were able to jump away before the missiles of the Blackbird squadron reached them. Raiders began launching from the damaged basestars and resurrection ship. The Blackbirds didn't stick around to see what would happen if the raiders found them.

As the Blackbirds jumped out, the gunstars jumped in. The battle lasted a little bit longer than the first attack led by the Galactica but only because the gunstars had to do more chasing as the raiders broke and ran trying to avoid the withering fire from the pulse cannons. The basestars that couldn't jump out were also running in all directions as fast as their sublight engines would push them.

Within thirty minutes of the gunstars jumping in, the battle was over. The twelve basestars, the resurrection ship, and ninety-five percent of all the raiders that were launched were all destroyed with the loss of only two Vipers. The pilots weren't able to jump out as their destruction came from a fluke chance of raiders jumping into the same place as they occupied. The Vipers just weren't large enough for a triple layer shield to protect them the way they did the gunstars or the UEC ships.

Lee Adama was totally ecstatic when he contacted his father via the new subspace communications the UEC had gifted to them. "Lee, how did it go? From the look on your face I would assume you succeeded." Lee could barely contain himself. "Yes Admiral, the attack was virtually flawless. We only lost two Vipers from fluke accidents. An attack wing of raiders tried to jump behind the lead squadron to catch them from behind and jumped directly into the lead Vipers from the second wave."

Admiral Adama nodded in understanding. "No death is ever acceptable but to lose just two is almost a miracle. How did the gunstars handle without the support of the Galactica?" Lee's smile faded a little at the thought of losing two pilots he knew personally. "They shredded anything that they came within range of. Raiders, basestars, and the resurrection ship are now floating debris. Only three basestars were able to jump away before the MKII Blackbirds could take out their FTL."

A habitable system was located near the system where the resurrection ship was destroyed. Another build-up of defenses and another starbase was begun in that system and a reason why the resurrection ship was holding close to it. A large amount of tylium ore was discovered in the asteroid belt of that system. There were also extensive ruins on the planet as well. Admiral O'Neill dispatched a freshly repaired and fully staffed Magellan with an archeological team to go through the ruins and help the Colonials understand their past.

The instant Colonel Tigh saw the coordinates where the planet was found, he didn't need an archeologist to tell him who had lived there, he knew. It was still radioactive enough to be deadly to humans but along with the Magellan, an Asgard Daniel Jackson class science vessel arrived to clean up the radiation.

The planet was Earth, the Earth the 13th tribe had left Kobol for more than three thousand years ago. It was the same planet that Colonel Tigh and the rest of the Final Five fled from before finding the mechanical Cylons. Once President Roslin was informed of what the fleet had found, she was stunned beyond belief. The Quorum of Twelve were also stunned and wanted to come see for themselves. Admiral Adama managed to postpone that visit but was unable to persuade President Roslin from coming. Not that he was really disappointed in that failure, he was secretly happy to see her again. He was just worried for her safety. So to ease his anxiety, Admiral O'Neill sent the 5th Fleet and the reconstituted 7th Fleet to reinforce the system.

The system was secure and more shipyards were being built. Once the shipyards were finished, the build up to retake the lost colony worlds of the Twelve Tribes would begin. With the upgraded computer systems, a jump to the Cyrannus System was possible straight from this "Earth". Admiral Adama didn't want to take any chances so he was having four new warstars constructed. The only problem he had was he didn't have enough people left in his fleet to man more ships much less warstars. He was adamant that the UEC not provide bodies to fill slots as the previous victories had convinced him that his people needed to do this on their own. The UEC had given them the boost that was needed to begin their offensive but he wanted to finish it with his people.

He had no problem accepting the reconnaissance the stealth cruisers were providing though as the UEC hadn't gifted the Colonial Fleet with cloaking devices. A week into the build-up, a signal came in on specific subspace frequency that might be the answer to the manpower dilemma. Adama just wasn't sure how the remainder of his fleet would take the solution but he now had an option he hadn't considered before. Only time would tell….

Ok boys and girls. Here is chapter 2 of the sequel. I hope everyone enjoys and please be sure to leave a review whether you like it or not. I know there may be some grammatical mistakes and such but I never claimed to be an English major. Now for what some of you will consider bad news. I am not sure when I will get to chapter 3 as I simply have to write another story. I watched episode 3 of season 6 of the Walking Dead and it truly pissed me off. Now I feel obligated to write a fanfic on the Walking Dead but to do it from a tactical point of view that I believe should have been done in the actual show. I get it's following a Comic Book but come on, really? They have made so many mistakes that should not have been made with a Deputy Sheriff that was also a Sergeant leading them. Most Law Enforcement get a lot of the same training we do in the Military so I have to correct some of the mistakes in my opinion. So it will not be canon but how many fanfics truly are?