Author's note: any bold writing you see is the symbiote speaking to Jonas inside of his head

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"He's awake," said a voice as Jonas began to open his eyes, "where are you from human

Don't let them know who I am or rather who we are or they will kill us both. The voice was so loud and clear inside of his head.

"Answer me," the voice was harsh and cruel, "tell me who you are and where you are from or I will break one of you bones in half".

"My name is Jonas Quinn, I am a peaceful explorer that was sent to study the ruins." The tall female did not look pleaded with the answer. Pain shot across his face as the woman slapped him. Anything you can do about the pain before it happens?

I will try to numb any pain as best as I can

"Where are you from," the woman showed to wish to be merciful.

"Langara is the name of my home world." A puzzled look shot across her face. Threaten her. "Look, you have messed with the wrong people. At any moment a fleet of warships could appear and destroy this facility. The people I work for don't leave anybody behind and have wiped the worst imaginable people on several occasions".

"Facility? Look at the room you are in, you are on a basestar that is in orbit around the planet Kobol. I don't see how your people can wipe us out if they are all on a planet that is under our control"

"I don't know what you are talking about, I don't even know who you are". A less intensified pain shot across his face again. Any help?

These people obviously don't know that humans are dispersed amongst the galaxy. My suggestion is to let them know that you came from a planet whose people had just come out of the oppression of the Ori

"My world just came out of the oppression of a very evil enemy called the Ori, I don't see how my people can be the same as the ones you control. There are billions of humans dispersed across this galaxy along with several others."

"Liar, your people's quest for Earth is futile; Earth is a myth."

"No its not, I work for the people of Earth and their cause to better themselves along with the rest of the galaxy. They had just started exploring this section about a month ago. Why am I shackled?"

"We will debate your argument and return later. While we are doing that, you can sit in silence and see if you can come up with a better answer." Something caught his attention as the door opened; four identical women walked by.

Clones? Most likely. This is an enemy that neither of us has ever encountered. In the meantime you need to wait for the ideal moment to escape. Will the Tau'ri send a fleet? They most likely will, they lost people too in the attack.

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"Do you think they are telling the truth? The one with the strange voice and split personalities is too strange to keep around. We think he is hiding something," the Eight spoke to the basestar's council.

"My subject just kept telling me that humans are all over the galaxy and that Earth is real," the Two model spoke with distain in her voice.

"We will assess the situation on New Caprica. In the meantime we should keep a few basestars here to see if the threats your subject gave are true. We don't think there should be any cause for alarm." A smile appeared across the One's face.

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Lt. Colonel Carter sat in the Number Two seat onboard the Odyssey. The six vessels in orbit above Earth had to just wait for the clearance code from the IOA station located in Antarctica before disappearing into hyperspace. She was growing impatient with the IOA's slow gears and was tempted to press the "All Clear" button and disappear to where her good friend was last seen, but she dismissed the notion. A message appeared on her screen.

"Sir, we have been given clearance from the IOA to jump into hyperspace."

"Send the "All Clear" message and lets see what happened to our friends," Rear Admiral John Ryan sat in his chair as the hyperspace window opened and the fleet disappeared from Earth's Orbit. The President had hand picked him for the job and Ryan knew it wasn't for political reasons. For the past year, the navy had been preparing its top officers for the job of commanding the fleets that protected their home. Admiral Ryan was the top of his class and had more than enough experience with commanding various vessels. The trip would take a little over two hours and he would see if this newly assembled fleet could serve its purpose if fighting broke out.

"Sir, do you think he is still alive?"

"We can only hope. In the meantime, dont let your feeling get in the way of your duty".

"I understand sir".