Chapter 3
Number One, also known as John Cavil, walked through the halls of the base ship. A number Six copy, who called herself Allison, walked slightly behind him. "So this soldier was able to single-handedly took out three of our Centurions in close-range fighting and all reports indicate that there were dozens of these soldiers. Apparently the guns the Centurions are equipped with were almost unable to pierce their armor. Even close clawing had no discernable effect." She said as she read the information off a clipboard.
"Impossible. The Centurions' claws are designed to rip through any type of armor." He said. Allison shook her head. "Well, it didn't penetrate the human combat suit." "Very well, where is the prisoner now? I'll find out everything he knows." He said.
"He's in holding cell three. Your, uh, tools, have been prepared for you." She replied. He smiled. He enjoyed torturing humans, mindless, pathetic, cowardly creatures. His thoughts of torture were interrupted when he realized he had reached the cell. He noticed there was a tray of sterilized tools lying on a wheeled tray in the hall outside the door. He motioned for a Centurion to open the door and wheeled the tray inside.
When the soldier saw him enter he spit on the floor. He tried to get free but the restraints held him to the wall. One smiled and moved the tray a convenient distance away from the prisoner. He stood directly in front of the human and said, "So, you have two choices. One, you tell me everything I want to know as soon as I ask it. Two, you could decide not to tell me, and then I can torture it out of you very painfully, and very slowly. Personally I prefer the second option. I get to have more fun that way."
"I have a third option for you" the soldier said, "I'll give you a ten second head start before I find you, kill you, and blow up your ship. Ready? Go." The soldier said with a smirk. Number One just grinned and backhanded the soldier. The ring he wore scratched a large bloody streak across his cheek.
"I was hoping this would be interesting." The Cylon said as he picked up a large metallic rod off the table. He turned around and ripped part of the soldier's black shirt off and placed the end of the rod against the man's skin.
He flicked a switch and the human felt the tip quickly heat. It was quickly uncomfortable and then it hurt. He ground his teeth together as he felt the metal burn into his skin. One smiled as he pressed the now red-hot rod deeper into his flesh. Finally, One pulled the stick away and looked for his next tool.
"I'm going to kill you." The ODST said. "Oh, I don't think you'll be killing anyone. Now, I want the names and locations of all your worlds in order of population and defensive capabilities." One said in a firm voice.
"No." the ODST said in a final tone. The One was somewhat surprised. He had been expecting a rebuttal. "How about the size and capability of your fleet?" "No." "Good, then this won't be over quickly."
Okay, I know this chapter was really short and I'm sorry but I'm going to make up for it in my next chapter which should be up by tomorrow morning. Please, please review. I need feedback, good or bad.
By the way, there are some misconceptions that arose from my last few chapters that I'd like to clear up.
The reason the UNSC soldiers took such heavy casualties from the Cylons is since they never had to fight the Covenant, whose armor and shields required armor-piercing rounds, they were instead using shredder rounds which act like hollow-points, shattering on impact. These work against Insurrectionists or the humanoid Cylons but not against the Centurions' heavy armor.
Someone commented that UNSC ships were too strong to be destroyed by Cylon missiles. I'd like to correct that misconception. The ship destroyed was frigate which has only 60cm of armor. That is adequate to protect them against conventional weapons, like the kind of bomb that destroyed the luxury liner National Holiday or small to medium missiles or even a very weak MAC strike, but not against the entire arsenal of a base ship on a small area with such a concentration.