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Chapter 4: Civil War

Cylon-Occupied Caprica - January 31st, CE 72

CAvil had been hoping that the Six called Caprica and Boomer would come to their senses. Instead, their movement had only gained MORE momentum, garnering the support of almost every one of the Twos, Sixes, Threes and Eights. Clearly, it took a more enlightened mind to deal with them. and one not shy of using high-explosives, as the first Cavil turned to another. "Are the charges set?"

"Yes." He said. "The Fives might be idiots for the most part, but they're competent enough to plant explosives. As soon as those two download, we box them, and blame the humans for the bombing. Then we get back to the genocide we shouldn't need to be doing."

"Good… let's get this over with." Cavil said with a sigh. "Then we can focus on the real issues here..."

Caprica Six and Boomer walked down a staircase, on their way to a meeting with other members of their group in a cafe below the apartments they were using. "So, love, what do you think Cavil's up to? Just letting you and Boomer have your way?" Caprica tried to ignore the seeming hallucination of Gaius Baltar, dressed in a sharp suit. "You know something? I think you're enjoying thumbing your nose at that old bastard. Definitely deserves it, too."

Caprica paused before looking at him. "Look, I have to make sure this works." She whispered, "This cycle of death and hate HAS to end! Even if I never see the real Gaius ever again."

"You ok?" Caprica winced. She forgot about Boomer, who was staring at her as if she lost her mind. "I'm fine. Just...stressed."

"I know that feeling..." Boomer said with a sigh, "I hope this all works out… if the Cylons and humans can have some sense of peace… "

"You still upset about the whole… shooting Adama thing?" Caprica asked.

"...He was about to shake my hand..." she muttered, "After I blew up that baseship… after I saw the other Eights… I just… couldn't control myself, then..."

Boomer sighed, "I… know, Adama will probably never forgive me..." she said, "In fact… I expect he'll try to kill me if or when we meet again… and I guess he has every right too… I didn't just betray his trust, but the trust of everyone from Galactica..."

"She betrayed the only people she's ever known and cared about..." Gaius whispered into Caprica's ear. "Then wakes up, surrounded by her enemies turned 'allies'. Almost like a never ending nightmare..."

Caprica was about to hiss for Gaius to be quiet… before there was a loud booming sound, followed by the whole building shaking, and rubble from above raining down upon them.

Outside, Cavil turned away from the destruction of the building. "Oops."

"Oops? I think 'BOOM!' is more appropriate, brother." The eldest of the Cavils shook his head. "No, oops is perfect. Not like anyone's going to know it was us, anyways. Let's get up to the Resurrection ship. We have two rebels to box, don't we?" The pair of ones walked off, slightly hurried as if they were actually concerned by an attack.

Boomer groaned as she woke up under tons of concrete and steel. "Ok, not the goop of a Resurrection tub, so that's a plus." She looked around, finding Caprica Six pinned under a chunk of concrete. "Frak, you better not be dead. Sticking around a dead body's not going to be fun." Caprica groaned as if to protest. "Ok, that's a good sign. How do you feel?" The Six looked at Boomer coldly. "Like a battlestar landed on me. Can you get this thing off me?"

Boomer groaned a bit as she moved toward the Number 6, and attempted to move the concrete chunk.

"Frak!" she cursed at the weight.

Caprica screamed as the weight was lifted off her legs, and Boomer dropped it as soon as it was clear of her body. "So, who the frak did this? The resistance?"

"No." Caprica dragged herself to the closest upright support. "They haven't done anything in weeks, not since Pegasus came back."

"So who..." Boomer began, before the pieces fell into place. "Cavil..."

"That's who I'd bet on..." Caprica said growling, "It makes sense… if we died here, he could've boxed us, make it look like the resistance did it, and our movement would lose support..."

"Well, he got fraked, didn't he?"

Cavil stared at two bodies: a Six and an Eight in a pair of Resurrection tanks. Neither were alive. And he was going to drive himself insane trying to will them to life. "16 Cylons died in that explosion." Cavil said, "And not ONE of them were those two idiots. So either the network is being awfully slow, or they're STILL ALIVE!"

The other Cavils were forced to agree. "Well, what do you recommend?" Another One said, "Nuking Caprica City again to finish the job?"

"Oh, sure! BRILLIANT! Just nuke a whole goddamn city!" Cavil shouted, "No one will question THAT! ANd it doesn't make us look suspicious at all!"

"...you know sarcasm is the lowest form of wit..."

"We need those two dealt with! The humans are the threat to everything we've built, and I refuse to let them survive one day longer than necessary."

"THAT we can universally agree on! But we fraked up big time not killing them, so we better find one hell of an excuse!"

Jackhammers were a welcome sound for the two trapped Cylons, both of whom were plotting revenge on Cavil for trying to kill them.

"We need to make sure we can prove - or at least convince everyone else - that Cavil was responsible for this." Boomer said, "But once we do… its gonna mean Civil War against the Cylons… and Cavil will have a huge advantage since the One's have control of the Resurrection Hub from what you told me..."

Caprica scoffed. "We have a better chance with the humans then with our own kind, so I hate to say it, but frak resurrection!"

"Oh, that's the right way to think, darling." Gaius let out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. "You don't want to be immortal. You want to die with your beloved Baltar. Pass away in bed from old age."

By the time that he said that, one of the fragments was moved by a Centurion, allowing light to shine in. A Two climbed down, followed by a Three. "God blessed you both. You survived."

"I don't think God had anything to do with anything." Caprica said, "And I don't think the humans did, either."

"What do you mean?" the Three asked, "Who would-"

"The Resistance hasn't attacked us for two weeks since Pegasus showed up." She explained, "Why suddenly bomb us now? This wasn't the resistance's handiwork… this was Cavil trying to silence us… but we will Not be silenced!"

The pair of Cylons scowled, right before they began helping Caprica out of the Cavil-made cavern, with boomer partly following. This was the last day of Cylon unity unless Cavil had a DAMN good reason for bombing them!

Armory One

The Thera Sita sat in the docking port, waiting for people to come on board. The first people in line were, of course, Lunamaria Hawke, her sister Meyrin and Shinn Asuka. The latter two looked like they were being dragged into something unwillingly by Luna. "I blame you for everything, sis."

"You'll be thanking me soon enough!" Luna said, as she was hopping from one foot to the other in excitement, waiting for the sign to board the Colonial vessel. "This is gonna be awe-some!"

The hatch to the ship opened, and a pair of colonial Marines stepped out. "Foreign Legion volunteers?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Alright, get your asses on board. And try not to puke."

"Corporal, someone ALWAYS pukes the first time."

"You never-" The Corporal began to say, before a red blur, soon joind by another red and a black blur, sped past them, as they looked inside and found Luna already sitting down and fastening her seatbelts, along with those for Shinn and Meyrin. The two looking annoyed at the other, as Luna was hopping in her seat.

"We are going to hurt you later." Meyrin muttered.

"I'll suffer later, I know." Luna beamed, "That's ok!" Other members of the Legion stepped on board, all Coordinators.

"So, joining up, too?" Luna and Shinn looked back at a girl already sitting behind them. "Who are you?"

"Julie Aaron. Atlantic Federation." She said, "I just want to show that we're not all Blue Cosmos-obsessed retards."

"Nice! Lunamaria Hawke, this is my sister Meyrin, and our friend Shinn Asuka!" Luna said grinning, "This is gonna be so cool!"

"Another Galactimaniac, huh?"

"Buh?"

Julie smirked. "Oh, that's what they're calling it. Galactimania! Anything related to the Colonials, especially Galactica. So say we all, right?" Luna smirked as Shinn held his head. "Oh, god, not two of them." The PA pinged. "All hands, stand by." The hatch closed before the ship took off and flew off from Armory One. "FTLs are spinning up: stand by to jump!"

Luna and Julie smirked. "First FTL jump. Today is a good day!" Their vision distorted before the Thera Sita jumped away, reappearing God knew where.

When the jump completed, Shinn and Meyrin were among the first of several to pull out their vomit bags. "Told ya - pay up." The Colonial said, as the Corporal grumbled as he handed him a few Cubits.

"Whoa… that felt cool..." Luna muttered, as Julie looked out the window, grinning.

"You think that's cool?" She asked, drawing Luna's attention as she pointed out the window. "Check it out."

Luna blinked as she looked out the window… and her eyes widened as she saw the word 'GALACTICA' pass by the window, as gently moving through space just outside their window, was the grand Battlestar herself in all of her glory. With Vipers and Raptors flying around her, along with several support ships.

Luna's squeal of joy was so loud, some of the Colonials thought it could be heard through space.

When the transport landed on the ship, it was quickly taken into the hangar. The hatch opened and Luna was the first one out, letting out a whoop of joy.

"Well, SOMEONE'S having fun." Luna turned to see a man in an orange jumpsuit, with a toolbelt. "Chief Tyrol. Welcome to Galactica."

Luna excitedly shook his hand. "Lunamaria Hawke, Colonial Foreign Legion!" She said, "It's an honor to meet you!"

Tyrol chuckled. "Yeah, Major Pinkerton's holding an orientation meeting in the pilot's ready room." He said, pointing in its general direction "Right over there."

One moment Luna was there, but when Tyrol blinked it was as if she vanished in a blur of speed past him. "Eager one." He said nodding.

Ron smiled as he downed a drink from a flask before a blur rushed into the room and sat down, revealing a girl with red hair. "Someone's eager. What's your name, little girl?"

"Lunamaria Hawke, sir! I'm a ZAFT cadet."

"Oh, so double the training for you, then." 78 other people entered the room, two actually groaning. "Welcome to Galactica. I'm Major Pinkerton. As you might've noticed from the papers you signed, today we begin a one-month training tour, followed by a mandatory three-month combat tour. Any further tours are voluntary. Any questions?"

"Sir! When do we begin, Sir?" Luna asked.

"VERY eager." He said, "No need for the first and last words out of your mouth to be 'sir', Ms. Hawke. Training and assignments will be based on ships: combat pilots and CIC operations will be based here on Galactica. Raptor ECOs and knuckledraggers will be on Valkyrie and Yashuman. Volunteer Marine units will be based on Pegasus for training. All of you will take basics in all areas, but that's about it unless you want to get more advanced training. As for placement, well, we've got a few simulators on board. Take an hour to get used to the ship. Dismissed."

Shinn groaned as the others began to leave "How the hell do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?" He asked.

Adama adjusted his glasses as he read the reports while Tigh openly ranted about them. "Those new fraking Legionaries are going to begin training here today!" The XO said, "Hope you people can handle the new rookies!"

Gaeta shrugged. "I could use the extra hands." He said, "So could Dualla and the Chief." Adama glanced at the pair. "CIC operations personnel will be trained here on Galactica." He said, "Same with pilots, Mr. Gaeta. Major Pinkerton will be handling the ECOs on Yashuman. Starbuck will handle the pilots. You and Dee get to deal with the CIC rooks." Both Dualla and Gaeta smirked. They looked forward to having new people to boss around as a small group entered CIC, led by a 14 year old redhead.

"Welcome aboard Galactica." Adama said, standing upright. "For those of you who've been living under a rock for the past year, I'm Admiral William Adama. Ron already gave you orientation, so I'll make this quick."

He gestured to Gaeta. "DRADIS operations will be handled by Lieutenant Felix Gaeta." He said, "Communications are taken care of by Specialist Dualla. As of this moment, you operate under them. Do your jobs. Once the month is out, we'll be launching a counterstrike against the Cylons to retake our worlds. I expect all of you to operate at your best. So say we all."

The group repeated the line, some more enthusiastic than others. "As you were." "Sir?" The redhead walked over to the plotting table. "Admiral, my name is Meyrin Hawke, and...well, my sister drafted me and someone else into joining this organization. I was wondering if-" "I'm sorry, Ms. Hawke, but the agreement is universal, whether or not you signed the paper or not. But next time, I'll make sure this never happens again."

Meyrin nodded at that, "Yes sir, I understand." she said, and went to her assigned post.

"Don't you think she's a little young, Bill?" Saul asked, "I mean, she's what, 16?"

"14, from the look." Adama said, "Unless you've forgotten, Saul, we're just as desperate as ZAFT. Maybe more. If I had to, I'd pull everyone I could and put a gun in their hand."

Saul sighed, but he knew Adama had a point - they needed all the help they could get after all. Didn't mean he had to like it though.

"I want you to make sure everything doesn't fall apart while I'm gone."

"What, you're leaving?"

"I need to go spend some time with Valerie. She's been complaining that I'm not around as often as she'd like, and I promised her a day off." Tigh smiled ruefully. "That brat's got you wrapped around her little finger."

"Maybe, but I've always wanted a daughter."

Caprica orbit

"War is coming." Cavil laid back in his chair, grumbling about the inevitable. "In all its' horror. And all its' glory. We failed to box those two idiots, and made their position stronger. So, what shall we do about it?"

As they had thought, their attempt to box Boomer and Caprica Six had failed in a colossal way, as not only did it fail - it had the exact opposite effect to what they desired, as many more were siding with their faction, including entire baseships, Raider Wings and Centurion Battalions.

"Only one solution, brother." Another Cavil said, "War. We control the Hub; we can kill them and box them as on a base-by-case basis. We don't need to worry about ourselves, as, like I said, we control the hub."

"You do realize what you're suggesting?" A third Cavil asked, "We will lose hundreds of baseships! Thousands of Raiders and Centurions! This will set us back by DECADES! We're already behind schedule with the humans as it is; this war you're proposing-"

The standing Cavil sighed. "I'm not proposing." He said, "War is upon us, whether we want it or not. We just need to launch the first strike."

"We have to clear Carica of supporters of theirs first," Another Cavil said, "Once we take care of that, we can start clearing each planet here one by one of their supporters. But we still need to keep an eye out for the Colonials, and that… whatever the hell it was that slaughtered eight of our baseships."

"And maybe make some of our own. Too bad grandpa Pinkerton ain't around. He'd figure out those things in a heartbeat."

"Yes, too bad he was human and needed to die."

Crutches sucked. That was the only thought running through the mind of Caprica Six as she hobbled around using a pair of crutches. A three was resisting laughter, if barely. "Maybe we should make our baseships more wheelchair-friendly, Six."

"Maybe you should shut up, Three!" She entered the command center, where dozens of her sisters, Boomer and many other Eights, Twos and Threes were waiting.

"Glad you finally showed up," Boomer said with a small smirk.

"Crutches suck." she siad, "If it weren't for the fact that I'd be boxed, I'd download into a new body."

"We're ready." Boomer said, "Cavil's forces aren't moving, so we should be able to make the first strike, take off the head of the snake."

"This is crazy… but its the only way to even the odds.." the Three said. "Cavil would never expect us to attack the Hub of all things, let alone destroy it."

"Alright. I think all of us would rather be mortal anyways. I know I would." The baseship rocked from a missile impact, and Boomer began cursing in Aerilon. "Frak! Cavil just jumped in three baseships!" The basestars began firing at one another with missile salvoes, while Boomer attempted to get the Raiders moving even in a makeshift way. They weren't Viper pilots, and she wasn't Dualla.

"I'm spooling up the FTL: a few ships should meet us at the Hub to make sure Cavil loses the only real thing important to him!"

Battlestar Valkyrie - January 31st, CE 72

"You've done well. Over the last month, you've all learned how to operate Colonial fighter craft, ECM, and CIC operations. Major Pinkerton has told me that you're ready to be thrown into the fire." Erica smirked at Ron, who was rather nervous: Nova Avalonia had tried to ambush him twice, and only through Jaden's timely interventions was he able to escape the woman's clutches.

Jaden had went out of his way to keep Ron out of Nova's grasp, thanks to a vast series of cameras, sensors and personnel that have been keeping an eye on her every last move. They had eyes and ears at every possible route she could take to get to Ron, no matter how unlikely they were. A move which Ron was eternally grateful to Jaden for, as he looked though his wrist computer, scanning through his security team's messages and camera feeds.

'Gonna have to do something to thank him for this...' Ron thought, before he turned his attention back to the volunteers. The collection of ZAFT, Orb, and EA crewmen stood before them, all wearing the Colonial Volunteer uniforms, all of them having come a surprisingly long way since they first boarded Galactica, and in some cases looked much more eager working with he Colonials.

Though none were as excited as Lunamaria Hawke - who was a barrel of barely contained excitement standing at attention before them all. She had become quite the Viper and MS pilot during her training. When she recieved her Callsign 'Habu', she nearly exploded into a fangirlish frenzy of happiness.

"Now, I know some of you want some well-deserved R&R, and I'd love to give it to you." Erica said, "But I can't. Operation Magician is underway: we will be returning to the Colonies in four hours! For some of you, this will be your first taste of actual combat. Remember your training, keep your heads about you. Major Pinkerton will be out there with you Viper jockeys, so try to impress him! Dismissed!"

The millisecond Erica said that, Luna whooped in a way that could probably be heard on Galactica. Standing beside her was Shinn, who stuck his pinkie into his ear.

"Trying to deafen me again, Luna?"

"Oh, come on, Shinn!" She shouted, "You placed as top gun in training! I'm just a step or two below!"

"And we STILL got our asses kicked by Captain Thrace and the Major." Shinn said,"I just don't want to lose anyone else."

Shinn had SERIOUSLY mellowed since being drafted by Luna. He had an almost uncle-nephew relationship with Chief Tyrol on Galactica, Colonel Tigh had turned into the often-drunk-but-always-fun uncle figure, Admiral Adama had turned into the universal father figure for all the younger recruits that had no one left, and Luna... He couldn't see them as dating, so he saw her and Meyrin as his adopted sisters in a way.

The Foreign Legion hadn't been his choice...but it gave him a family again.

"Hey what do you expect from veterans?" Luna said, "They had been fighting the Cylons for a long time,"

"Hey, nuggets!" Both paused as Starbuck walked over with Julie, who would be joining them as a MK II Viper pilot. Both Shinn and Luna were put in the more advanced Mk VII, but the Natural girl could still keep up with them. "Lost her, did we?"

"No, Captain, I think she overslept. AGAIN."

"Not my fault. I was up all night dealing with my Viper."

Starbuck laughed as she pat her on the back. "Ok, nuggets, Commander Takeo's joining us on this little expedition because he and the Major are working on some fancy project. Major's commanding the regular birds, Takeo's de facto robot man. Just keep your heads together. I don't want to lose another rook. Clear?"

"Copasetic!" the recruits all shouted, making the Colonials blink.

"Great, my nuggets all have a hive mind."

Meanwhile, Ron was doing his damnedest to avoid Nova once more, while seeking out Jaden. "Godsdamn it, we've got 4 hours until we have to go, and he decides to take the nickel tour."

However, his communicator beeped, as he glanced seeing it was Jaden. He answered. "Jaden, where the hell-"

"DUCK AND COVER!" Jaden shouted, and Ron complied immediately, as a blur flew right over where he was just standing, as Nova slammed against the wall of the ship. "Move your ass to Section B-3 we labled out! I've got diversions planned and interference is ready! I'll meet you there, I have a Raptor ready! GOGOGO!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"RONNIE!" Ron ran as fast as his legs would permit, which, thanks to genetic engineering, was pretty damn fast. It also helped that he designed Valkyrie and knew it inside and out, as he quickly made it to the section in question. "Ok, genius, NOW what?!"

"Put on the gas mask." Jaden informed, causing Ron to blink as he saw a single Gas mask on a crate, before he began hearing a hissing sound, causing Ron to hurriedly put it on.

"Where did you get GAS?!" Ron shouted.

"No time to explain - Head for the door on your left - the gas should disorientate her for a bit, giving you some breathing room. Just don't take that mask off till you reach the air lock!"

"AIR LOCK?!"

"Do you want to escape Nova, or not?" Jaden shot back, "Just move!"

"Oh, good thing Raptor Talon gave me a backup life support system!" He put the mask on his face, running through the halls of the battlestar while hearing Nova call to him, asking him to come back. It was almost enough for him to turn back.

Almost. He pitied her situation, he wasn't stupid.

As soon as he got to the airlock, he sealed it, making sure the deadbolt wouldn't let her in while he depressurized the airlock. "Ok, kid, now what?"

"Now… this." Suddenly, the airlock flung open, as Ron was sucked out into space… where a Raptor was waiting with its door open, as Ron flew right inside as the door closed, and the Raptor sped away.

"Bingo!" Jaden said behind the controls as their Raptor sped away. "Activating Jump Drive, strap yourself in Ron!"

"Wait, since when did you learn how to-" Ron began to say, before the Raptor Jumped, and in a few moments it was flying next to the Avenger. "...you can plot FTL Coordinates now?"

"Just short range ones, but yes." The Junk Guilder said shrugging. "If its in the Earth Sphere, I can plot it. Anywhere outside… not so much. But I'm getting better at it. Told ya I was a fast learner."

"Well, it'll slow her down at least." Ron said, "She's heading back to LEgacy in about an hour: enough time to work on that new Mercury subtype. It's the first battlestar designed in the Earth Sphere, so...only fitting she has a Terran name. What do you think?"

"I… was actually considering Polaris." Jaden said shrugging, "Polaris is the brightest star in the Ursa Minor Constellation, and 50th brightest star in the night sky. Its also commonly called the North Star or Pole Star. Its the only thing I can come up with… been working on several projects all at once lately. New transformable MS, a Junk Guild-built Battlestar, the retrofits to the Brmir, as well as a new class of ship for the Junk Guild… been very busy."

"You and me both. You have no idea how much of a pain in the ass it is to train 350 people, design a direct energy weapon and half a dozen other things at once. And a bit of a gift from the Admiral." He handed over a flash drive. "Blueprints to the first battlestar class we designed: the Nova. Bit of a failure: didn't pass the grade as well as Galactica. I've been thinking of revisiting it."

"Hmm..." Jaden said as he picked up the flash drive as the Raptor landed within the Avenger's hangar. He plugged it into his computer as he went over the vessel. "Not bad… its smaller than Galactica, but bigger than a Valkyrie… gonna have to make a few modifications, but I think we can do something with this."

"Well, the Old Man's going to be happy: a new class of battlestar isn't a bad thing."

"All hands, standby for jump."

Luna scoffed as she fixed her ZAFT-issue red flight helmet to her head. "Been ready for a while, Commander." She said as she jumped into the cockpit of her MK VII Viper, smiling as it was shoved into a launch tube.

"Ok, kids, this is Golum, Valkyrie's CAG. The Major had to run off, but he's on Yashuman now, so the plan's still going forward." The rear hatch closed, and Luna was lowered into the launch tube, which was rather short, but could be reused rather quickly. "As soon as we jump, we launch. No heroics: we want you coming back alive. Clear?"

"Yes Sir!" The pilots all chanted, as they strapped themselves in within their respective Vipers.

"So, Luna, last one to 30 kills buys drinks on Cloud Nine when we get back?"

"We're a little underage, Julie."

"Ok, then, you'll just owe me until then." Luna smirked as she cricked her neck. "Standby. 3, 2, 1...jump!" Valkyrie disappeared in a flash, reappearing over Caprica, and all the Vipers were shot out of their tubes. The sight that greeted them...civil war among the machines.

"WHOA, WHAT THE FRACK?!" One of the Colonial pilots shouted.

"What the hell's going on out there?"

"The Cylons are shooting at one another!" Shinn shouted, "They haven't even noticed us yet! I've got Nukes, missiles and Raiders all over the place!"

Four baseships were pounding the living hell out of each other, and one was already beginning to break up. "All players, Valkyrie: engage targets of opportunity. Let's up these bastards kill themselves. Weapons free!"

"Copy that, Actual!" The Vipers began to speed toward the enemy, firing their 30mm cannons at any Raider that came into range. "Ok, here we go!" Luna opened fire, peppering a Raider with tracers before it exploded. "FRAK YES! First Cylon Kill! WOOHOO!"

"Great shot Habu, but don't get cocky!" A Colonial pilot shouted, as he went chasing after another Raider as the battle really began kicking off, as Vipers began chasing down Raiders one by one.

One of the baseships exploded, caught in a nuclear fireball by a pair of missiles fired from another one. "We've got an accurate count, eight baseships, at least 30 sparrow squadrons, couple of turkeys, LOTS of nukes getting thrown around!" Three of the baseships jumped away, and all of the rest focused on the Colonials. "Oh, shit. Dominion, NOW would be a good time to use those Lohengrins!"

Anything else didn't need to be said, as the now Colonial battleship's primary weapon opened fire - as dual streaks of red energy burst out from the Dominion's Lohengrins, and shot right into the first Baseship - easily cutting the star-shaped vessel in half in a spectacular explosion.

The antimatter stream finished the job, with secondary explosions caused by ordinance destroying the baseship, and leveling the odds. Julie's Viper chased down a Heavy Raider, clipping assault craft's engines before the CIWS on a Nazca destroyed it outright. "That's my kill! My kill!" A Raider suddenly entered her sights, firing its' 30mm cannons, she dodged all but four rounds: three hit the Viper's port wing. One went into the cockpit. And Julie's shoulder. "FUCK!"

"Julie!" Shinn shouted, his Viper moving next to hers. "Julie, are you alright?"

"No. Sorta light headed."

"Valkyrie, Orphan, request landing for a bent bird; medical teams stand by!"

"Wait one, Orphan-"

"Meyrin, we CAN'T wait one!" Shinn shouted.

"This is Valkyrie Actual: Get that Viper on the deck NOW!" Shinn nudged Julie's Viper, and the wounded girl heaved as she was guided to the port flight pod of her home ship. "Ok, you can do this, Julie."

"I… I'm… having… trouble..." Julie muttered. "Ever… everything...'s..."

"You CAN do this! Remember when the Major put us through low-oxygen training? you were the best one. Think about that, focus on that and not the pain or the blurriness." The 40-year old Viper approached the battlestar, and Julie honestly fought for control, blood loss being a bitch. But she blacked out, and the Viper's RCS thrusters fired as she leaned on the stick, landing on the port wing, which snapped and caused the Viper to roll onto the deck.

"Valkyrie, Orphan: she's on the deck. But..."

"Deck crews and medical teams are en route, Shinn. Get back in the fight: we'll take care of her."

Shinn nodded, despite not seeing the speaker. "Thanks, Meyrin." He said, as he spun his Viper back towards the battlefield. 'Julie… please be alright...'

"What the FRACK is going on?!" Cavil shouted as the Baseship shook.

"Colonial Forces have arrived," Another One reported, "Its the Battlestar Valkyrie, but she's got ships we've never seen along with it!"

Another impact, this time from one of the small green ships. "Jump us the hell out of here! And tell the rest of our forces to jump! We'll deal with them later!" A Four and two Fives relayed the commands to any surviving baseship in Cyrannus, which began jumping away.

"Colonial ships?"

"Yashuman and Valkyrie, plus a LOT of unknowns!"

Caprica Six was torn. Contact the humans and risk getting shot at, or jump away to try later? "Both battlestars are heading our way, same with the ship that blew one of Cavil's out of the sky!" Boomer warned.

"Ok. Tell everyone to jump." Caprica Six said, "Anywhere. We'll contact the humans when this is over."

"Hold on to something!" Boomer said, diving her hands into the control goo, and minutes later, the Baseship jumped out of Cyrannus.

Battlestar Valkyrie - sickbay

Meyrin, wearing the standard colonial navy blue uniform, winced as the doctors operated on Julie. She was a nice girl, and didn't judge them for being Coordinators.

How unfortunate that the only people that didn't were either rare, Coordinators themselves or Colonial. "How is she?"

Meyrin glanced back at Shinn, who had abandoned the fighter battle. He'd get court marshalled later, but he didn't care: his friend was more important.

"Docs said she lost a lot of blood." She said sighing, "But they're fixing her shoulder. she should be fine if people donate blood."

"What's her blood type?" Shinn asked. "If she needs if, I'll find it."

"O Positive." The Doctor said, "Universal blood donor. But we need to screen blood first: we're not sure about your peoples'-"

"OUR people? Are you...like those bastards in Blue Cosmos?"

The doctor glared at Shinn. "No, you idiot, I mean Terrans!" He said, "We've got plenty of donors. They just need to come forward. Now, if you're volunteering, that's fine. If not, leave."

"Fine - I will." Shinn said, "I've got O Positive blood."

"Alright, then get on the chair. I'll set up an IV.

Battlestar Yashuman - + 4 hours, 57 minutes after beginning of Operation Magician

The debris field was rather large, and almost entirely Cylon. One Heavy Raider badly damaged the Alpine, a Nazca-Class destroyer, but other then that, little damage. "We lost 64 people." Ron said, "37 pilots, 27 other personnel. We got lucky, didn't we, kid?"

"Luck had nothing to do with it," Jaden said, as he looked at the footage from the battle, watching as Cylon Baseships fired on one another. "Those ships were already firing at one another… It looks like there's some disagreements among the Cylons… though what it is, that much we don't know… but we need to find out."

Ron snorted. "Knowing the Cylons, they'll leave some sign of their disagreement." He said, poured a cup of ambrosia into a steel mug before handing it to Jaden. "My family were known for making the good stuff. Hell, our livers were the most enhanced part of our bodies for a century or two. Party animals, the lot of them. Here. To the liberation of Caprica."

"Yeah..." Jaden said, toasting to Ron before he sniffed the ambrosia. 'Hell of a time to first try alcohol...' He thought, as he saw Ron drown his whole mug. 'Shit, if Ron's doing it… well, bottom's up.' He then raised his mug and drank it all down.

He began coughing as soon as he took in a breath. "Hey, kid, no need to down it all in one go!" He thumped Jaden's back a few times to stop the coughing. "It's your first time with ambrosia: savor it. In a few years, I'll have that vinyard on Tauron set back up again."

"Uhh… y-yeah..." Jaden said, his vision going strange. "Uhh...wha..."

Ron rose an eyebrow glancing at the engineer. "Are you-"

However, suddenly Jaden's Iris seemed to shrink in size, before he felt as if he were struck by a bolt of lightning giving him infinate energy. "FUCK DANGER IN ITS ASS!" He shouted, causing Ron and the others to jump in surprise, looking at him oddly.

"Jaden, what are you-" Ron began, but Jaden was not finished.

"YOU PEOPLE HAVE BABY SQUIRREL PENIS PROBLEMS, I'VE GOT ELEPHANT **** WORRIES!" He shouted.

"Okay, you need to control-"

"FUCK YOU I'M ALWAYS IN CONTROL!" Jaden shouted, before he ran out of the bridge. "LET'S LIGHT THIS BITCH, TALLY HO!"

Ron stared for a few seconds before looking at the bottle. He then shrugged and downed more of its; contents. "He's acting like everyone said I did when Tigh's wife stuck me with whatever the hell that shit was."

A woman with pink hair, not related to Lacus at all, placed her head on the plotting table and began sobbing. "WHY are there TWO of you?"

"Because you can never get enough of a good thing?"

Aprilius One

Talia Gladys was not one to drink. But after all the shit that happened, she managed to find a bottle of Colonial ambrosia (which, apparently, was the Colonial version of absinthe) and get completely WASTED. She landed on her ass, slightly giggly as she turned on the TV. It was set, of course, to the news. "-On a related subject, the Colonial Foreign Legion has sent their first detachment to the Colonies to liberate the homeworlds from the cylons. Caprica, capital of the 12 Colonies, is now being assaulted. A Raptor recently returned from Caprica and sent this footage to all news stations."

"We're recording?" The News Anchorman said, as he stood before the cameraman, with the battleground of Caprica behind him. "We are roughly two miles from the front lines here at Caprica! Colonial forces have attacked their space fleets with reportedly light casualties, and have begun landing on the Colonial homeworld!"

Behind the anchorman, several BuCUEs in Colonial colors marched by, firing their missiles towards the city as they moved out, as ZhuOOTs began moving in as well, providing artillery support as a wing of Vipers and Raptors flew overhead. "The Volunteer Legion is aiding in the ground assault of the city!" He continued, "Cylon forces within the city have been putting up fierce resistance!"

A Viper flew overhead, firing an AGM-14A Chromebasher missile, which hit what seemed to come straight from that old 20th Century movie about robots from the future, destroying it while a number of Raiders chased after it. One had the nameplate 'Lt. Lunamaria Hawke 'HABU', which downed a trio of them and force the other five to break off.

"We have been told that fighting will likely continue for several months, but the Cylon presence here has been greatly reduced!" He said. "Local commanders claim they hope to weed the Cylons off the planet within the next month before advancing to further planets! This is Richard Baker of ZANN - signing off!"

"President Laura Roslin has stated in a press release three days ago that once the Colonies are secured, their people will begin moving their refugees back." The newswoman said, "Some national groups on Earth have requested that refugees from Africa, the Middle East, Southeast Asia and even Europe to be sent to Caprica to relieve some population issues. Admiral Adama has stated that anyone who wishes to join the Colonials is free to do so, after a bacground check."

Talia scoffed drunkenly. "Fucking Colonials." She muttered, "They ruin everything. Blew up my damn ship!"

"The Galactica herself will be visiting the PLANTs sometime this week on a goodwill tour of the earth Sphere, escorted by the Orb battleship Kusanagi. Chairman Durandal had this to say."

"I can only say that it will be a pleasure to finally meet both President Roslin and Admiral Adama." Gilbert said on the camera. "I only hope we can improve our relations with the Colonials, and make up for our… mistakes from the Battle of Jachin Due."

Talia downed a swig of ambrosia before everything became VERY blurry, before she passed out, snoring rather loudly with an open bottle of Colonial booze.

Battlestar Yashuman

Ron watched in amusement as Jaden moved drunkenly and began working on the new battlestar design they had coined the Polaris-Class - while simultaneously working on the Columbia II-class design, and a new warship all together, all while blattering nonsense, and drawing up blueprints for weapons and equipment Ron had never even heard of.

"HavethefocusinglensamplifythepowerforthenewDEWgunsontheColumbiaIItoprovideextrafirepower,carryoverthedesignfortheAvengerII .Updatereactortoadvancestatustosupportnewpoweroutput..." Jaden muttered quickly as he typed furiously into his computer in one hand, while drawing schematics with the other.

"Major, do you have ANY clue what he's saying?"

"Well, I think I can understand about a third. Anything else, you'd have to ask Ellen Tigh."

Colonel Bella Bartley, Yashuman XO, glanced at Ron. "Ellen Tigh?"

"Yeah, she's the one who stuck me with that drug cocktail that made me do what Jaden's doing 30 years ago."

Bella grabbed one of the phones in the room, ringing CIC. "Commander, can you please send a Raptor to pick up Colonel Tigh's wife?"

"...Why?" the Commander asked.

"Apparently Commander Takeo is doing what Ron does when he gets on his drug cocktail." Bella said. "He's muttering all sorts of technobabble, and just earlier he was running around the ship screaming about having a nuclear-powered hoverbike...and a gun that shoots another gun with chainsaw bullets."

"...Oh, Gods, there's TWO of them! TWO OF THEM!"

"Sir, just get her here! She knows what the Major needs!" She hung up the phone, shaking her black-haired head. "Can you keep him-"

"Oh, sure, I know EXACTLY what to do." Ron said, "JADEN! STOP ACTING HYPER OR NO MORE BRAIN JUICE!"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Jaden shouted as he shot to his feet, "FIGHT THE POWAH! GAAAAAAHHH!" He then ran out of the room, and made a beeline towards one of the flight pods.

"Well, THAT backfired."

"Not really." Ron said shrugging, "I burned through it in 12 hours. In 18, he'll be on his ass, looking at the shit he just made and asking HOW he did it." Ron picked up the phone, setting it to PA. "This is Major Pinkerton, please make sure you stop Commander Takeo from doing something he'll regret. Non-lethal force, thank you." He hung up the phone, smirking at Bella. "Simple."

"you can be an IDIOT sometimes, Major."

"Alright, so any idea where he could be going now?" One of the Marines asked as they entered the hangar.

"He's gotta be around here somewhere," Another said, "Just keep your eyes-" However he was cut off as a Raptor was being raised up to the landing deck. "Wait, were we planning on any recon-" He then got a look at the pilot… it was Jaden, with a crazed insane look in his eyes. "Oh Son of a-"

"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jaden shouted on the comm, before the Raptor took off out of the Battlestar.

"The Major's going to kill us."

"Correction: he's going to kill YOU." The sergeant froze as he turned to see the other marine running away. "Oh, son of a monotheist whore!"

Jaden laughed insanely as the raptor left Yashuman's pod, and he began spooling up the FTL drives. "Jaden, I have a question for you."

"Heyo Ron! How'z it Goin?" Jaden asked, "How's the family, how's the kids?"

"uh...you know for a fact that I'm not married." Ron said, "I'd just like to know where you're going, that way, when you come out of it, we can pick you up. Not lose another FRAKING Raptor. Seriously we lose those things more then the Vipers!"

"Tis the pursuit for true happiness Ron!" Jaden shouted, "THE PEOPLE NEED ME! TALLY HO!" Jaden's Raptor proceeded to Jump, and once it was complete, he was several hundred thousand meters away… and was right in front of a damaged Baseship… which he proceeded to fly towards "Hehehe, Heyo everybody! I'm BAAAAACK!"

Ron was rubbing his head. "Was I THAT bad?"

Everyone in CIC was looking at him before they, simultaneously, said one word. "Yes."

"Well, frak."

"What's the worse that could happen, Major?"

"He could've jumped into a sun, Helios Alpha's pretty closeby, into the planet, inside a Cylon Baseship with many, MANY chrome-plated guns being pointed at him, or he jumped into the middle of the PLANTs and is currently attempting to seduce as many nubile women as possible." Bella rose an eyebrow. "What, same thing more or less happened to me."

"Is there… any way we can track that Raptor?" Bella asked. "Did it happen to have a tracker on it or something?"

"Well, there's the transponder, but you know that unless the fraking thing jumped within our DRADIS range, we can't find it." He threw his hands into the air. "I'll just make DRADIS sweeps of Caprica and every planetary body in the system." "Do you know how long that will TAKE?" "Sooner I start, sooner I'm done."

Battlestar Galactica - nearing Aprilius 1

Back at the Earth Sphere, the great Colonial Battlestar made its approach on Aprilius 1 within the PLANT colonies, as a Raptor launched from Galactica, heading for the colony due to the fact they had yet to make a dock compatible with Galactica's own airlocks.

Or a docking bay BIG enough. It was like the Olympic and Titanic back in the 20th Century: TOO DAMN BIG.

"So, Madam President, feeling diplomatic?"

Roslin smiled back at Adama. "Yes, I feel like talking to the people that, accidently, murdered almost 8500 Colonial citizens." She said, "I know it wasn't their fault. We jumped into the middle of their battle. But you'd think they'd stop to go 'what the frak is going on?' before they started shooting."

"They panicked," Adama said sighing, "It's difficult, but we can't hold a grudge against them forever. Plus, let's be honest - ever since we found Earth, things have been looking up for all of us. We lost 8,500 people… but look at how many we've gained. We went from just 45,000, up to nearly twenty million with the CCE, Mercury and the Battlestar Groups."

"I know. I just get the feeling that ZAFT means trouble in some form or another. And that Durandal man makes me feel...bad."

"You're telling me."

"You're late, Talia."

Talia Gladys sighed, attempting to hide the unmistakable sign of booze with coffee, breath mints and a number of oral hygiene products. "Sorry, Mr. chairman, but I WAS completely off my rocker." She said.

"You got your hands on absinthe?"

"Ambrosia. More or less the same thing."

Durandal sighed, shaking his head "Let's hope the Colonials don't notice it." He said, "We can't' afford any more incidents with them. You may find this hard Talia, but please bear with it."

"Adama BLEW UP MY SHIP! How am I SUPPOSED to react?!" "Like a reasonable human being. Adama's not bragging about it; he apologized for the damages to ZAFT. Though I get the feeling he does NOT regret a damn thing."

The airlock dinged as they heard a soft BANG. "Gentlemen, theme please."

BGM: Original Battlestar Galactica opening theme

The Colonial national anthem began to play, as the airlock doors opened, allowing Roslin and Adama entry, along with their group of Colonial Marine guards.

"Well, that was a nice touch." Roslin muttered.

"President Roslin, Admiral Adama, welcome to Aprilius One." Durandal said. Adama stepped out of the Raptor, extending his hand to shake Durandal's. "My pleasure."

"It is an honor to have you both here." Durandal said, before gesturing to Talia. "This is Talia Gladys. you met her at the...debacle at Jachin Due."

Talia narrowed her eyes, in a sort of angry pout. "You blew up my ship." She growled.

Adama blinked before he looked at her. "Which ship was it?" He asked.

"The Ulysses." She growled. "You fired a full broadside INTO MY SHIP. You're damned lucky you didn't kill anyone."

"And I don't need to remind you that Galactica's outfitted with a full payload of nukes that have N-jammer cancelers." Adama retorted, "Let's be civil. Our battle ended at Jachin due; don't start it up again by doing something you will regret."

Talia growled, but bit her tongue before she said something stupid.

"Anyways..." Durandal said, "I hope that we will be able to put aside our past grievances, and work together to see a better future, and defend our peoples from the Cylons should they return in force."

"Mr. Chairman, your people killed 8500 of mine, accident or not. I'm feeling a little resentful. But I'm here under the flag of peace to talk about that future. That should tell you how much we care about this. Please, lead the way."

Durandal nodded, smiling as he was followed by Talia. "Why do I get the feeling that I should've shot him in the head?"

"The question is, Bill, why do I get the feeling we both should've shot him in the head?"

Meanwhile, with our now-sober Junk guild member...

The first thing Jaden notices was a massive pain within his throbbing head, causing him to groan as he massaged his forehead. 'Fuck… shit...' he thought, 'What the HELL happened...'

He could feel he was around some sort of mess of pillows he assumed, as he moved his head as one of the pillows… moaned…'Wait...' he thought, before he cracked his eyes opened, blinded by the light for a few minutes before his vision focused as he glanced around...

...his face reddened as he saw he was surrounded by well over a dozen women, many of whom looked identical to the other. He then recognized each of them as human Cylons, specifically Threes, Sixes, and Eights. None of them wearing any clothes, sleeping contently, and he soon realized he too was wearing nothing. Two three's were clinging to his arms, a six was on top of him, and his head was resting against an eight's breasts.

'What… the fuck… happened...' Jaden thought, looking around all of the naked beautiful women, trying to figure out how he got into this mess, and how the hell he was gonna get out alive. Though another part of him was punching himself for forgetting whatever happened last night, and how to do it again.

A hand grabbed his leg, and he saw a Six with honey-blonde hair looking up at him. "Oh, you woke up. You wore us down to the bone."

Jaden's face could be compared to a red giant. "Uh, what happened? I don't exactly remember."

"Ah, right - you did look a bit… drunk." The Six said smirking, "Well… to catch you up to speed, your Raptor arrived at our Baseship… it was damaged during the fight, and we were the only surviving crew… all the Centurions were offline, communications are dead, and all the ones, two's, fours and fives were killed. You landed, promised to get help from the Colonials, and we'd agree to help you fight Cavil's faction… and well… proceeded to win the hearts of all of surviving sixes, threes and eights onboard, and after a crazy and very kinky night… here we are. Gods your amazing when you're drunk."

"We're gonna have to do that again," One of the eights said, beginning to wake up as she grinned slightly. "I'd swear off resurrection forever to have a night like that again..."

"Same." A Three said sighing. "I wonder how many of us might actually get… knocked up?"

"Buhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jaden said, as he had a blank expresion on his face, causing the awake Cylons to blink.

"I think we broke him." THe six said, as the three and eight giggled.

An alarm began going off inside the baseship, and Jaden facepalmed. either that was more Cylons or... "WHAT THE FRAK?!"

"How the hell did he get here?" A Three asked. "You can't jump inside a baseship."

An Eight and a Six glared at the Three. "This is Grampa Pinkerton we're talking about." The eight said, "He can jump inside a six-by-six square if he had an accurate enough FTL drive. A baseship is EASY for him."

The Three blinked before she nodded "Yeah, you got a point." She said, "So… what do we do?"

Before anyone could answer, the doors to their room opened up, as Ronald Pinkerton appeared. "Alright Jaden, hope you… sobered..." He began to say, before he saw Jaden and all of the women surrounding him in bed.

"Well, I see you seduced several of my grandchildren while you were out of your mind." He said, "Hello, ladies. Sorry, but I need to take your...new friend back home."

Jaden got the feeling Ron was playing disapproving grandparent. And it was working: Jaden felt unnerved.

"Awww..." One of the eights moaned, grabbing Jaden from behind. "Can we keep him Grandpa Pinkerton, plleeeeeeaassseeee?" And almost in perfect sync, all of the women gave their best version of the infamous 'Puppy Eyes' technique, complete with twitching lips.

Ron was HIGHLY resistant to this. Resistant being the key word: immunity is not exactly possible for someone who really cares about others. "We need to repair your baseship's FTL drive, anyways." Ron said, "When I get back, I expect him dressed. And not smelling like he had an orgy."

All of the women groaned in disappointment, while Jaden sighed in relief. "Yes, Grandpa..." they all said at once, sounding depressed.

Jaden sighed as Ron began to walk off. But before he could say anything, he paused for a moment. "It'll probably take me, say… two hours at most to fix them, and get us back to the fleet." He said, glancing back. "Like I said… just make sure he's ready by then."

He then walked off, as all of the women grinned hungrily at Jaden, who gulped. 'This will be either very painful… or very pleasurable...' he thought. 'Oh well… YOLO!'

Battlestar Galactica

Colonel Saul Tigh glared at the DRADIS screen hanging above the plotting table. It, somehow, glared back. "Sir, I don't understand why our nuclear weapons are armed." Gaeta said. "It's not like we're going to use them."

"If we lose contact with the wireless transmitters the President or the Old Man have on them without warning, we're in open war with the PLANTs." He said, "That means we need to nuke every military asset here." He looked at Gaeta. "Don't think I LIKE the idea of nuking civilian targets. I want you to limit the rad damage when we use those things on those cruisers hanging to port. Our lend-lease Mobile Suits suck, so the nukes are our only line of defense!"

"Pretty sure after what we did at Jachin Due, ZAFT isn't stupid enough to attack us." Gaeta said.

"The idiots from two months ago were ZAFT." Saul said, "Faction or not, they were ZAFT and they attacked this ship. so if they arm weapons or we lose contact, open those doors and fire. And pray to the gods we don't kill anyone we don't have to."

"After showing how willing we are to use nukes, I doubt anyone would want to attack us when we're so close to the PLANT's." Dualla said.

"Let's hope so." Saul said, as he continued to have his staring contest with the DRADIS screen.

He snarled as he broke contact, the DRADIS SOMEHOW looking awfully smug. "One of these days..." "Sir? Are you-" "Just. Fine."

Adama was impressed with the inside of the colony. "Aren't you worried that someone's just going to gas you, and drop the colony on Earth?" He asked.

"We have precautions for such an attack," Durandal said, "The designer for the PLANT's devised methods to prevent such gassing from happening. And as for the colony drop… well, we have specially designed groundbreakers which can break up colonies if they were going to crash to the earth, allowing us to mitigate the damage dealt to earth."

"We gave up on orbital colonies after the war. The Cylons kept killing everyone in them, then dropping them on the Colonies. It took decades to fix all the damage." Caprica was one of the hardest hit of the 12 Colonies: 29 colony cylinders were dropped on the planet, causing enough damage to turn most of Caprica into a wasteland that took the efforts of all 12 worlds to recover from. Granted, EVERY colony suffered from no fewer then 15 colony drops, but the Cylons had a particular loathing for Caprica.

"Why ARE your worlds called 'the 12 Colonies', anyways?" Roslin looked at Talia, who was still more then a little miffed at being within a few meters of the main reason ZAFT was short over 40 ships, GENESIS or not.

"They're called the 12 Colonies because that's where we settled after the exodus from Kobol 10000 years ago." She said, "Areilon, Aquaria, Canceron, Caprica, Gemini, Leonis, Libran, Picon, Sagittarion, Scorpia, Tauron, and Virgon. After the calamity which struck Kobol, the twelve tribes of humanity left, and found the Cyrannus System, while the thirteenth Tribe - yours - found Earth."

Talia scoffed "I call bullshit," She said, "Humanity clearly evolved on Earth, we've got history spanning millions of years ago with dozens of civilizations - and you expect us to believe we're all from some mythical alien planet?"

"We have proof. Six months ago, we found Kobol. And while the scriptures are religious in nature, every myth has a basis in fact."

Talia smirked. "Then I want to see it." She said, "Retrofit a few of our ships with FTL drives, and we'll go to Kobol."

"Then get ready to lose people." Adama said, "Any return back to that world has a cost in blood. And a day after we found it, I was shot. Twice."

Before Talia could continue, Durandal cut them off. "Please, let's not get to deep into this." He said, "It would be interesting to visit your original homeworld, but for now I believe we must all agree we have much more pressing matters."

"Yes, we do. But when we are finally safe from the Cylons, a trip to Kobol can be arranged, Captain Gladys." Talia glared at Adama in challenge. "I look forward to it." Talia Gladys was then the first person to suffer the almighty wrath of the Adama Glare. she flinched after a few seconds of the sight.

Cylon Basestar

Ron was busy giggling like a madman as he walked back toward the room Jaden and his...makeshift harem were last in. "Ladies, if he's not dressed by the time I reach the end of this corridor, I'm not going to be pleased!"

As he approached the room, the doors opened up as Jaden - now fully clothed - stepped out, along with all of the Cylon women, who were all giggling and/or blushing. "Don't be a stranger..." An Eight said, before giving Jaden a firm kiss on the lips. "We'll be in the hangar."

The Cylons left, as Jaden let out a sigh. "Ho-ly shit..." he muttered, leaning against the wall.

"Congratulations, you out-Heloed Helo! He bedded one Eight, you bedded around a dozen! Or more. Don't care about exact numbers." He loaded a round into his AG36 launcher. "You head down to the Raptor, I will deal with the second biggest pain in the ass I've had since Cain."

"Right… I'll… take them back to GENESIS Alpha." Jaden said, "Should be safe there… and what pain is that?"

"That would be the Hybrid." Ron said, "I talked to the one on the Guardian baseship for fifteen minutes before I just screamed as loud as I could and fired a grenade at it. And from what one of the few Cylons you DIDN'T bed told me, they can be rather unpredictable. So, I disconnected it from the main controls and now I'm going to kill it."

"Right… you do that." Jaden said as he headed for the hangar. "Geez… Amy's never gonna let this up…"

GENESIS Alpha

Pegasus was enroute to the base, ready to pick up supplies Orb had requested for the new Colonial assault carrier, which they had named Amaterasu. Cagalli beat Morgenrote upside the head many times for not letting the Colonials name their own ship, but Lee had informed them that Amaterasu was one of the Lords of Kobol: a solar one, alongside Apollo, Sol and Ra.

"GENESIS Alpha, Pegasus: ready to receive supply shipment."

"Copy, Pegasus: shuttles are en route-" At that moment however, a Cylon Baseship appeared from out of nowhere. "OH SHIT!"

"DRADIS! CYLON BASESHIP!" Hoshi shouted.

"SET CONDITION ONE!" Lee shouted, "GET EVERYTHING WE'VE GOT-"

"WAIT! WAIT! HOLD YOUR FIRE!" A familiar voice suddenly said on the Comms. "Don't shoot the baseship! Jaden Takeo here - this is ours! Don't fire!"

A cough followed Jaden's voice before they heard the voice of Major Pinkerton. "Pegasus, Psycho: authentication code Gamma, Omega, Theta, Two, Five, Zeta. Weapons hold: Jaden and I have control of the baseship!"

Lee's jaw dropped. "Uh...Psycho, Actual: how the frak did you capture a Cylon baseship?" He asked.

"Actually, I just made sure we won't lose it." Ron said, "Jaden captured it!"

"By himself?!" Lee asked, "How the hell did he do that?"

Ron chuckled a bit, as Jaden mumbled something, and Lee could swear he heard a lot of feminin giggles in the background. "Well, I'll give it to ya straight." Ron said, "He outscored Helo BIG TIME."

Lee planted his head on the plotting table while his new XO grabbed the phone. "Major, this is Major Kendra Shaw, Pegasus XO. Tell that toaster fraking friend of yours to get on a Raptor. The Admiral is going to want an explanation for this."

"Copy, XO. Baseship actual out."

Shaw hung up her phone and Lee's before shaking her head. "Fraking toaster lovers." She muttered. "One freakshow was enough; now we're gonna have dozens."

"You better pray Ron doesn't hear you say that." Hoshi said, "I heard he considers the Humanoid models his Grandkids."

Shaw scoffed. She was Cain's protoge, Ron was just a washed up old man who just so happened to be very good at making things for the Fleet. "He made the toasters that rebelled, Lieutenant, so-"

"That's enough, Major." Lee straightened himself out. "Major Pinkerton is a member of the CCE, and without those restrictions on his status placed by the Admiralty, he;s getting promoted in a few weeks. So show the man the fraking respect he deserves. Clear?"

Shaw groaned, but nodded "Crystal, sir." She said.

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