Insurgency
Disclaimer in first part.
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Chapter II, Part I
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[i]'First day of kindergarten. You cried because you broke the yellow crayon, and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion. But the thing is? Yeah. I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love ... scary veiny Willow. So if I'm going out, it's here. If you wanna kill the world? Well, then start with me. I've earned that.'[/i]
A single tear rolled down the side of Xander's face as he watched Willow's sheet-covered body being carried out of his residence by a couple of the local morgue guys from the human 'hospital'. His thoughts and memories dredging up the events that had occurred at the temple that Willow had raised from the ground by the bluffs in Sunnydale more than eleven years earlier, in the witch's grief over losing Tara.
He shakily pulls out his pack of cigarette as Willow is loaded into the back of a covered pick-up truck spray painted with the word 'MEDICAL' on it's side and only just manages to get it lit with his shaky hands as the sound of the back doors shutting is heard. He takes a deep drag off the cigarette and looks up at the truck as it begins to pull away to head for the hospital morgue.
Xander watches the truck drive away from him for a couple moments and then it disappears around a turn in the dirt street. He takes two further drags from the cancer stick and then throws it to the dirt and crushes it beneath his boot.
He's about to go back inside with the intention of grabbing his futon and bringing it to the front of the Cylon/Antarian's main base of operations and setting it ablaze at the entrance as a show of righteous fury and shoot anyone that came out to investigate until his ammunition ran out. He just prayed that he didn't run into Faith during his planned suicide run, cause with his currently enraged mindset and the way things currently stood between them, he wasn't sure he'd not shoot her too.
Before he can enter his home however, he is distracted by a distraught Kennedy Limon calling out his name, and turns to see the original Sunnydale potential running toward him. He can see the crumbling of her spirits as he faces her and she gets close enough to see his begrieved features.
"It.. It's true then?" Kennedy asks softly as she comes to a stop only a couple feet from where he stood, her question hesitant as she is clearly hoping that Xander will correct the news she'd just heard from one of the bystanders who had seen the body as it was being brought out.
"Yeah." Xander nods stiffly, fighting back tears in his remaining eye, and looking down at the ground for a long moment. Willow had been his best friend forever, but Kennedy had been her life-partner, and he couldn't imagine how much deeper the slayer's grief went. "She's gone Ken, I'm so sorry."
Saying it makes it all the more real, and the wall holding back Xander's emotions cracks, and he sinks to his knees, suddenly not caring about not showing public weakness as the tears flow unabashedly from his eye. He feels Kennedy fall to her own knees next to him, hearing her own sobs as she wraps him in a tight embrace. He returns the hug, and both of them spend a few long moments on the ground, wallowing in their shared pain.
"We're going to make these fuckers pay." Kennedy says after a couple minutes, her voice steely and resolved, as she reaches up to wipe the sleeve of her gray shirt against her eyes to clear the tears. "Every single last one of them, that had anything to do with this."
"Oh, no doubt." Xander replies, his own rage evident to anyone watching. "They're gonna wish they never heard of Earth." He adds with a snarl, to which Kennedy nods emphatically.
"We should get off the street, before anything." She notes as she pulls away from Xander to pull herself to her feet. Once standing upright, the collared slayer holds her hand out to the one-eyed former carpenter, who takes it and pulls himself up as well.
The two remain outside for a brief moment longer, before Xander turns and leads the way into his home, the door slamming behind them once both are inside.
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The residence of Sam Anders was still filled with tension almost an hour following Sam's return home to find Kara and Barolay. The last had departed some time ago, and the two married Viper pilots were currently sitting opposite one another at the kitchen table, an uneasy silence hanging over them following Kara's near-hour long explanation of where she'd been the past weeks, and also what she'd be tasked to do.
"So.. you just get back and you're leaving again already?" Sam asks finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Kara can tell that he's less than pleased with her intentions, but knows that what she plans to do needs doing. There was too much riding on it to blow it off, and it could be the very thing they needed to get everyone off this rock and back to the fleet.
"I need to go." Kara replies with a bit of apology in her tone. "Even if I didn't have information that needed to get to the right people, Leoben will be back sooner or later, and this is the first place that he'll come looking for me. Frakkin toaster is obsessed with me, and even after all these years I don't know why."
"Maybe the slayer thing?" Sam grumbles out, fixing his gaze on the table and pointedly not meeting the gaze of his wife.
"No, he was obsessed before that, and no one in the Colonies even knew what slayers were before Racetrack and Skulls found Earth five years ago."
"Doesn't mean the cylons didn't."
"How would they? Slayers are Earth-born and if not for finding it, neither me or Barolay or the other four we know of from the Colonies would have even been called." Kara says with a shrug. "Doesn't change anything if we knew the reason why either way. Leoben is obsessed, and he isn't going to stop unless I give in, which is never going to happen."
"So let me come with you then." Sam responds, his eyes flickering upward to finally look at her, and Starbuck can see the desperation in his eyes, not wanting to be separated from him either. If only life was so kind.
"The Insurgency needs you here." She says after a long moment of consideration, wanting to say yes that he could come, but knowing it would be selfish of her. "Your experience from the Caprica Resistance makes you invaluable."
"Fuck the Insurgency." Sam snaps angrily, but deep down he knows she's right. "Fuck the cylons and Antarians and everything. Let's just go, there's plenty of places we could hide on Earth that those bastards would never find us."
Kara frowns at his words and her gaze turns icy. "You better count your gods-damn lucky stars that Barolay didn't stay to hear that bullshit. In a perfect world sure, I'd be more than happy to run off to parts unknown with you, but people died to get this information. Good people Sam, and they aren't coming back like the toasters do, they're just gone. I refuse to let their sacrifice be in vain."
Years ago, she would likely have jumped at the chance to get away from it all, the selfish alcoholic she'd been becoming and all, but since the arrival at Earth and becoming a slayer she had finally matured enough not to shirk her duties just because there was an easier alternative. Being a part of the slayer sisterhood, she finally felt like she had a true family rather than just a mentally abusive and drug addicted mother and a father she could barely remember. Last thing she wanted to do was let them down, even if it meant pissing off her husband.
Sam is silent for a long moment before finally nodding in resignation.
"You're right, I'm sorry." He acknowledges with a bit of sheepishness in his voice as he meets Kara's gaze once more. "So when are you going to go then?"
Kara is silent for a few seconds as she considers how long it would take Leoben to resurrect and come after her, once he got back to the detention center 'apartment' and found her gone.
"Some time tonight I think would be best." She replies, feeling bad about having to leave him behind, but knowing that it was best for everyone. If she did allow Sam to come with her, and neither could be found, it was likely that Leoben would take out his frustrations on Sam's friends, including Barolay, and she wasn't about to let anyone die for her. "I can get out of tent city easily with the help of night, make it into Cleveland by sunrise."
"Are you taking anyone with you, at least so they can watch your back?" Sam presses, not wanting her to go alone, knowing the value of safety in numbers. "You shouldn't have to do.. whatever you need to do so badly alone."
"I wasn't even planning on letting anyone know I was back, but you and Barolay put a stop to that." She replies, choosing to be honest with the ex-Pyramid star. "So no, hadn't been intending to, and besides I'll be with Angel and his group."
Sam nods slowly, knowing that Kara won't be swayed.
"So… Can I at least make you something to eat, and maybe some coffee?" He asks, having so much more he'd like to say, but there wouldn't be enough time for it all before her intended departure time.
"Yeah, that'd be good. I haven't had anything since yesterday." She replies with a small smile at her husband. "Leoben had made me something, but I killed his ass and threw his body out the window to escape before I got around to eating."
Sam gives her a small grin of his own. "Feel like sharing the details? Me and Tyrol blew up a bunch of the bastards at the launch bay earlier."
"Yeah, I'd seen that." She returns, her own smile widening. "You'd be amazed at the lethality of metal chopsticks…"
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"Are you sure this is a truly feasible plan here?" General Fitzpatrick inquires as those assembled in Adama's quarters finish listening to Helo and Athena outline their plan for rescuing those left behind on Earth, the American Military leader giving a sideways look to the Admiral in an attempt to gouge his reaction to the suggestion.
"It's risky, but it's the best idea that has been thought up so far." Adama replies heavily from behind his desk. "With how far morale has fallen in the past months, I don't think we have much time left before people start taking matters into their own hands."
"It'll work sir." Karl 'Helo' Agathon says from where he is standing against the wall next to his cylon wife. "It's a scenario that they taught at flight school on Caprica, and was used once or twice during the first war."
"Well that does my people little good then, they were never at your flight school, and while'n they're good at what they do, aside from the brief skirmish before we fled, none of them have ever gone head to head with the cylons, and no one period has gone head to head with an Antarian pilot. Not of those still with us, in any case." Fitzpatrick replies gruffly, pulling at his beard a bit as he mulls over the chances of success that the operation in question had.
"They wouldn't expect it, so we'd have that working for us." Riley chimes in from where he sat on the couch.
"The cylons wouldn't, no." Lee voices his agreement, although it's brief with his next words. "But none of us really know what the Antarians pilots have been taught, or even the maneuverability of their fighter crafts. I'm going have to veto, much as I want to get both of our peoples off Earth."
"I vote yes." Riley voices, knowing that Buffy would beat the shit out of him if yet another one of these meetings ended with a standstill.
"I say yes as well." Sam Finn echoes from beside her husband. "We can't afford to waste any more time."
"Nay." General Fitzpatrick intones, not sounding the least bit happy to having to say so. "My son and daughter are down there, and I cannot risk their rescue chances on this plan. If we fail, then there will be no one left to get them or anyone else off the planet, let alone protect what remains of the fleet."
"So.. two for, two against." Lee comments, looking around the group. "Looks like you get to decide Dad."
William Adama is silent for a long moment, considering the option laid out in front of him by Helo and Athena over in his head, while the others wait for his answer, or decision as it would be. Finally he gives a slow nod.
"Mr. Agathon, please put word out to the pilots and the civilian leaders that we have come to a decision, and will be heading back to Earth as soon as we can contact our people there to expect rescue within a week." The Admiral says with his gravelly accent. "Tell them to step up training exercises for the next few days in preparation. Gods save the rest of humanity if this is to be our final run. We're going back."
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Chapter II, Part II
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-Cylon/Antarian Earth HQ- ~ Still Oct. 3
"There." The cylon model known as Brother Cavil spoke, pointing out the barely discernable figures of James and Ava on the grainy security camera footage that had been pulled from the archives following the bombing of the landing bay.
Cavil pulls back from the monitor to allow the others present to view the recording, and when Tyrol and Anders are seen coming out of the building as he speaks again.
"I recognize all four of them; Galen Tyrol, Samuel Anders, James Foley and Ava Carver. They're getting bolder with their attacks." Cavil announces grouchily, and turns to face Kivar where he is sitting on the couch, decked out in his Antarian royal garb, colored red and gold. "Carver is the biggest problem, her abilities can affect any of us as if we were mere puppets."
Kivar is silent for a moment as he looks at Cavil, then to the Six-Caprica and the Doral standing with him. "Well, I don't want her dead. With her clone gone, she must remain alive so I can continue to control the rebels back on Antar and the other four planets in the Empire. They all are under the assumption that the Royal Four will one day return, and until I can get them all in one place for a public execution, I NEED her breathing. Arrest her if you must, throw her in the bowels of the detention center with the other one, torture her, I don't care. Just don't kill her."
The Alien Warlord pauses for a moment before speaking again. "Doesn't matter to me what happens to the other three."
"We didn't come here for this." All present can hear the mutterings from Caprica-Six, sitting on the couch against the wall opposite the one Kivar is seated on. The statuesque blonde sits rigidly with an unhappy look on her face, as she looks at Kivar, then to where Cavil and Doral stand by the monitor displaying the security footage that had been captured outside the ruined landing bay. "We came for a new beginning, to co-exist with the humans of both the Colonies and Earth."
"That may have your plan, my dear, but it never was and never will be mine." Kivar intones with a slight bit of irritation in his tone. "I only aided you in conquering Earth to get my hands on the reborn royals, what happens to the scum that originates from this backwater planet or the Colonials you have been pursuing for years are not of my concern."
"Nor should it be hers, but we just can't seem to program it out of her." Doral adds with his usual smug voice, and Caprica-Six throws him a death glare.
"It will be a cold day in hell before I or any of my copies let you do any bit of tampering with my coding Doral, so keep fantasizing you little slug." Carpica snaps back, her distaste for the Four evident.
"Enough of that, both of you!" Cavil roars suddenly, the elder-appearing cylon model One having no patience for the petty squabbling between the other two cylons. Doral gives a stiff nod in reply, and the Six looks away to glance out the window before the faux-priest turns his attention to Doral. "Have Baltar issue arrest warrants for Foley and Carver, I want both of them in the detention center by sunrise tomorrow."
"What about Tyrol and Anders?" Doral inquires, unsure as to why the other two insurgency leaders weren't also being charged.
"Let them be for now, they're both too high-profile among the Colonials. Foley and Carver are lesser known, and won't be as missed." Cavil replies, mulling things over as he thinks about how to punish them instead. "Have Tyrol's wife… Callandra and Jean Barolay arrested instead. Call it collusion with the insurgency, we all know both are heavily involved anyways. That'll throw them into chaos enough for us to not have worry about either of them taking action for a few days until we can come up with a more permanent solution to the problems they pose to us."
Doral nods and strides past Cavil and across the room to leave, giving Caprica one further look of scathing as he goes, to which she gives a one-fingered salute in reply.
"Charming." Kivar speaks up with a smirk as he watches the interaction between the two unfriendly cylons, and draws the gazes of both Caprica and Cavil as he stands to his feet. "Well, I should really be going. There is a summit meeting between the Five Planets in four days time, and my presence there has been requested."
"You're leaving?" Cavil inquires with a bit of incredulity in his tone, not liking when he didn't have information ahead of time.
"Only for a couple weeks, I'm sure you can understand duty and all. I'm not about to lose my throne over waiting around for something real to happen." Kivar replies with a shrug as he pulls his cloak shut around himself. "I will leave Nicolas, Rath and Vilandra at your disposal, and in charge of my end of things, at least until my brother arrives in a day or two to oversee things. I trust that it won't be of any real issue to you, and besides, you'll still have the Circle of the Black Thorn and their armies backing you."
"No, we should be able to keep a handle on things getting too far out of control." Cavil replies tightly, secretly holding a real fear of the empowered Antarian king. "I just would have liked to be informed of pending matters and departures beforehand."
"I'm telling you now." Kivar replies, not really caring about the feelings of the machine-man. "I didn't tell any of your cohorts either, if that helps any and I'm not withdrawing my support or any manpower to the effort here aside from the crew of the ship that will be bringing me to Antar for the summit, so it matters little in the end anyways."
"Fine." Cavil grumbles out and turns away to face the monitor once again, as it begins to replay the events that took place earlier in the day.
"Would you care to accompany me dear, get away from the pesky Mr. Doral?" Kivar inquires of Caprica as he turns his gaze on her, and she looks up to meet his. "Antar is beautiful during the winter season."
"As appealing as that sounds, I must decline. I have a feeling I will be needed here." The blonde cylon replies, with just a tinge of regret. She'd heard stories of Antar from a number of the soldiers that had come to Earth with Kivar, and secretly desired to go there some day, hopefully with Gaius if she could manage to keep the scientist turned Colonial President alive that long. But that would not be today. "I will, however, accompany you to your ship." She adds, rising to her feet and interlocking her arm with Kivar's own as he offers, and leaves with him the way Doral had departed, leaving Cavil alone with his thoughts as the sun began to descend outside the windows of the building that the little meeting had taken place in.
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iD'Anna having the same dream that had been plaguing her the past couple nights.
It has to mean something, the blonde cylon thought as she made her way up the steps to the dome-like structure nestled between two mountain peaks. A look at the night sky above lets her know that she's not on Earth, the constellations aren't in the proper alignment for that. She kept her eyes in front of her as she ascends the satirs, which as she gets higher and closer to the dome structure, the stairs get more and more treacherous and in greater states of disrepair. Each of the previous times, she'd failed to make it to the top before she'd awoken.
It's a bit of a hike, but she finally makes it to the top this time, and stares up at the doors that lead into the structure for a long moment, before she approaches the barrier. She tries for a few moments in vain to force open the doors, but to her irritation they will not budge.
"They won't open. It's not yet time." A female voice floats over on the wind to where D'Anna is standing by the doors, and the cylon model number three looks over to see a girl in her late teens. The girl has wavy chestnut hair and grey eyes, and is clad in a uniform unlike any of those D'Anna had seen prior, not of the Colonials or Earth, or the Antarian's either.
"You shouldn't be here either." The girl speaks again, slowly coming closer to where D'Anna stood, and the cylon turns to face the girl fully, wary of the girl on the off chance the girl was one of the slayers. Against most humans, she would scoff and write off as a non-threat, but she held a begrudging respect for slayers, following her 'death' at the hands of Faith Lehane when she had been brought into the detention center just over a month prior.
"Who are you to tell me where I should or shouldn't be?" D'Anna rebuts, starting to wonder if this was possibly more than just a normal dream.
"Who I am is not the question that you should be asking, but who are you." The girl inquires cryptically. "The answers you seek lay inside, but you are not ready to see. You must prove your worth first, and then shall you be granted access to the Citadel."
"How do I prove my worth, then?" D'Anna demands, unused to not having information right away, it made her feel disorganized and a bit inadequate.
The girl is silent for a long moment, her expression passive as D'Anna stares for several long moments, before finally speaking again.
"Find the child, protect her from the dark one, and return her to the artificial mother and natural father." The girl intones, her words almost too soft for D'Anna to hear against the wind. "Then shall you have entry to seek your answers. Seven-Five-Seven-One."
"What?" D'Anna is about to say, before a loud rumbling is heard overhead and she looks skyward to see the sun beginning to implode. Right before she can be burned up by the heat and fire. /i
D'Anna shoots up in the sweat-soaked bed that she'd been slumbering in, her breath ragged and uneven for a couple moments as she struggles to regain wakeful coherency. Her eyes dart around the dimly-lit room, searching out for any hidden danger waiting to spring out at her, but finds herself to be alone.
With a small sigh, she begins to go over the last moments of the dream, when her body suddenly goes rigid and she blinks a couple times.
"Hera." She whispers, her mouth opening in an 'o' of stunned surprise, having thought the child to have died years ago, following a report from the Cavil that had been hiding in the Colonial fleet prior the discovery of Earth. "The child lives…" She adds to herself, feeling a bit in awe that 'God' would gift her with such knowledge.
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"How can they just sit there and enjoy tea as if everything is normal?" Isabel Evans asks of her brother, sister-in-law and best friend, Drs. Max and Elizabeth Evans, and Kyle Valenti respectively, as all four sit around a small table in an isolated section of the med-bay for the staff to relax during breaks.
Isabel's attention and comment is toward Rupert Giles and Dr. Sherman Cottle, both of whom are sitting in Cottle's 'office', right in the former alien princess's line of sight about a couple dozen yards away from the small group of Roswell natives.
"Everyone's had different ways of coping Isabel, just let it go okay?" Max pleads as he realizes that his sister's tone meant she was close to going on the warpath.
Next to him at the table, Liz nods, the woman who'd once aspired for scientific greatness not looking to add to the bad public view that the majority of the Unified fleet held towards both Cylons and Antarians. Maybe she and Kyle hadn't been 'born' as such, but following their healings, both were just as different as the Hybrid siblings, and Liz secretly feared that they would be held responsible for the events that had occurred on Earth four months ago by angry Colonials and Earth citizens looking for payback. Kyle for his part, just looks mostly bored.
"He's the president, Max. He could at least pretend to give a shit." Isabel continued to grouse, her eyes shifting from where Giles and Cottle sat in the office, to meet her brother's gaze. She holds his gaze unflinchingly for a couple moments, and then almost deflates under the gaze of the former Antarian king. "I just miss Michael and Maria is all, they should be here with us." She finally says, her voice softer.
All three fix her with sympathetic looks, and it's Kyle who breaks the silence finally.
"I wouldn't be surprised if something happens soon, the Adamas, Fitzpatrick and Finn all know that time is running out before people start taking matters into their own hands." The ex-jock says, taking a sip off the coffee tin in front of him as he pauses. "Heard rumblings among the pilots over on Glory, a few of them are thinking to take an unsanctioned trip to Earth and do as much damage as they can to whatever ships Kivar and the cylons have there. Doubtful that there aren't similar groups forming here and on Pegasus and Liberty. If only out of desperation, something will happen soon."
"Have they even been able to make contact with anyone we left behind?" Liz asks, not really one to keep in the loop as far as the military action went, preferring to stay in the med-bay working as a doctor alongside Max, even with the war going on around them, she did her best to remain a pacifist.
"Not that I've heard." Kyle replies with a shrug, also wishing that something would happen soon, as secretly he was one of the pilots planning on taking action. Mostly he just wanted to know if his father was still alive or not.
"Finn might have let slip that there was a brief contact with Angel." Isabel says offhandedly, as she suddenly remembers the tense conversation she'd overheard about a day before, outside the CIC on Glory between Finn and Miller. "Got the impression neither of them is a big fan of the guy."
"Well, that's something at least." Max remarks after he finishes off is own coffee. "Let's just see what goes down the next couple days, and whatever plan the military leaders come up with, we'll lend our support to, and hope for the best. At this point, there's not much any of us can do otherwise."
None of the others respond to his words, all of them finding the logic in that, much as they were all impatient to re-unite with the missing members of their small group.
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Dinner had been largely uneventful for the Tyrol's and Faith, and they'd just finished up when there was a knock on the front door of the small 'shanty-house' that the Tyrol's used as their residence.
"I'll get it." Faith offers, getting up from the table as Galen and Cally remain for the moment. The de-powered slayer making her way over to the door and opens it to find James 'Jammer' Lyman standing just outside, and looking more than a bit relieved as he turns to look at her.
"Ah, good. They did let you out then." Jammer comments as Faith steps back to allow him entrance, and the former Galactica deckhand comes in.
"Yeah, just this morning." Faith replies as they walk down the short hall to the Tyrol's kitchen.
"Good to have you back LT." Jammer adds as they walk into the room, and he gives a nod to Galen and Cally. "Chief, Cally."
"Jammer." Galen nods back, getting up and retrieving a device out of the back of one of the cabinets under the sink. He places the device onto the table, and presses a button. A soft beeping is heard and then the buzz of static as the device blocks any recording or monitoring devices that might have been hidden by the enemy. Faith looks perplexed for a moment before recognizing the machine as an Antarian frequency interference module that had obviously been stolen from one of the alien soldiers.
Jammer also apparently recognizes the device and gets down to business immediately, not having long before he'd be missed for duty with the EEA, and might be compromised as a double agent, working for the insurgency.
"I spoke to Gaeta a couple hours ago, he said that he'd gotten the codes needed to trick the Antarians into thinking that their home world is under siege by one of their other enemies. Kara has them now, and she's out of the detention center, killed the Leoben that was holding her. One of the Simon's found the body, and they aren't to happy about it."
"Kara's alive?" Galen questions, a relieved grin coming over his face when Jammer nods.
"I didn't find out until a few hours ago, seems that the Leoben in particular is obsessed with her, and more than a few of the Cylons and Antarians both were unaware that she was even there. She killed the Leoben maybe six hours ago, and no one in their camp knows where she went. Gaeta told me he instructed her to get the codes to Angel, that they could use one of the raptors to bounce the signal off the moon and make it look like it came from Antar."
"Sam. She'd have gone to Sam first." Cally comments in regards to Kara's whereabouts, after a moment of silence. As she speaks, her hand unconsciously drifting to the collar fastened around her throat as it begins to make her skin itch, but drops it as she remembers the dangers of tampering with such.
"I'll head over that way after we finish up there, see if she's still around." Galen says decisively, wanting to ensure that those codes got to where they needed to go, and weren't allowed to fall back into enemy hands. The departure of the Antarian forces would severely diminish the enemies' number and would be highly useful in allowing Galactica and the other battlestars a window of relative quiet to jump back and get everyone off the mostly dead planet.
"I shouldn't stay much longer, the bastards have been even more paranoid and watchful since Gaeta got caught, it's only cause they put me on detail bringing food to prisoners I was even able to get word from him." Jammer says, looking down at his wrist watch, which read 6:42 pm.
"You have access to the prisoners?" Faith suddenly questions, her interest piqued at who else was still alive down there. "How often?" she adds, almost demanding.
"Couple times a week." Jammer replies, without missing a beat. "They got a couple of us on rotation, and I'm working on trying to get assigned to shifts as a regular guard."
"Any chance you'd be able to get a list of who's down there, and how bad or well off they are?" The Slayer-Pilot dubbed Nightshade requests, and Jammer gives a slow nod.
"I can see what I can do, but I won't be able to get close until the day after tomorrow." Jammer replies, and Faith gives a stiff nod.
"It's better than nothing." She says a bit dismissively, waving the deckhand off as he starts to apologize it would take that long. Once she was impatient and would verbally attack the guy for length of time, but she knew well enough he was trying, which was more than she could say about the real traitors of the Earth Enforcement Agenda, where Jammer was working undercover.
"Well, it's good to see you again and all Lieutenant, but I really gotta get going, fore the frakin toasters catch wind that I'm really working against them." The ex-deckhand says, and gives a quick nod to everyone before leaving back out the way he and Faith had come in.
Faith, Galen and Cally stand slash sit around for a long moment, the latter in Cally's case, the only one still seated at the table.
"I should go, get over to Anders' and see about Kara, hopefully can get back before the curfew." Galen remarks, rubbing at his beard as he looks between his wife and Faith. "If I'm not back by the curfew, I'll be at either Xander's or the Tigh's and will see you in the morning. LT. if you want to stay here over night, feel free to."
Galen walked back over to where Cally sat and gave her a brief kiss on the lips, his love and concern for her apparent in his eyes. "I'll be back in the morning at latest." He promises, hoping it would ease her oft-voiced concerns of Galen getting himself really hurt or even killed on one of the Insurgency ops, even if had dwindled in repetition as Cally herself got further and further entrenched in the activities of the Insurgency, mostly helping with putting bombs together.
"Be safe." She says in a near whisper as Galen pulls back and prepares to leave.
"Always." He replies, his voice a more normal level, that Faith could hear too. "I'd tell you both to be careful, but I really kinda pity anything that might come through that door if it ain't friendly."
"Yeah, they'd get a nasty surprise for sure." Faith mutters, her tone a bit dark and holding an eagerness to do some damage to the bastards who'd held her in captivity for over a month.
"Try to leave the hovel salvageable, please." Galen requests with a chuckle, leaving Cally's side as he made his way for the door. All in all, he wasn't too worried about the pair of slayers. Even de-powered with the collars, both were resourceful and more importantly strong women.
They'd survive this whole thing, he knew that for a fact, and wouldn't be the slightest bit surprised if it turned out that Faith and Cally were too stubborn to ever die. He hoped that would be the case, that neither would ever give up the fight.
To Be Continued….