"The plan has failed. The phoenix spreads it wings. Observe rotation of point two degrees starboard. Steady as she goes."
"What the frak is she talking about now."
"She's seeing the very fabric of god's divine plan. Maybe this is a sign..."
"Are you defective today two or do you actually believe the base-star's defenses going off is a good thing? Please enlighten me how us being blasted into tiny atoms plays out in god's favor ?"
"Well whatever bloody plan god has for us this can't be it. We're getting reports of dozen so base-ships jumping in-system. The patrols are moving to intercept."
" Its the colonials! How did they find us, the attacks aren't for weeks?" An eight said in panicked tones as she too surveyed the data-stream's feed.
"The humans don't use base-ships. Those things are relics! What's going on here?" Cavil said first as a shout to drown out the eight's stupidity but then a whisper as the situation perplexed even him, self titled ring leader of the cylon nation.
"I'm looking into the IFF signatures. Their ours. Reading seventeen in all. Getting a feed directly to the network as we speak."
"Great! Maybe we'll get some sense from these museum pieces." Cavil spat as he dipped his hand into the nearby console. The action was followed by the other cylon models, equally curious to receive the message these supposedly mothballed ships had to bring.
Within the data stream a small image took form from the many lines of code. Crude though it was, the image of a centurion none the less clearly stood out.
Eyebrow's went up amongst the cylon leadership as the image of the projection seemed to look at each of them.
"A centurion?" A five asked, clearly befuddled at what they could all see to be a miniature centurion with an enlarged head. Comically so.
Finally the little minion began to speak.
"Hello there! It looks like your trying to come up with a plan. Need some help?"
" The frak is this?" A three shouted in surprise.
The John in the room just withdrew his hand from the console and began to slowly walk out of the room. As the network became bogged down in still more mini-centurions offering advice, more then one cylon wondered if there was a way to block these things.
"Maybe we can block this...this pop-up from coming through. We should cut communications." An Eight supplied
"Against this...thing? Your over reacting." A three argued.
"They wouldn't shoot at us right? We're machines just like them. Right? Right?" Doral asked clearly nervous when no reassurance came. The sudden absence of One also cut the cylon the wrong way.
An Eight scanned a flash of data as it struggled to not be drowned out in pop up centurions.
"Oh god!"
"What is it? Are they communicating their intentions?" A four asked.
"No they've launched raiders! I read two hundred craft headed our way."
"Their going to attack the hub!" A Six said shocked at the surreal nature of it all.
"The bullocks they are! Send the raiders out to meet them."
"Do we agree?" A five asked out of the blue.
"What the frak! Why wouldn't we agree, five?" A six asked clearly annoyed at the bumbling mess the Five's were becoming. She shuddered at the what must be going on throughout the small fleet of base-star's sent to guard the hub.
A few moments passed as the force of some two hundred approaching boarders came within missile range of the massing tide of peace era raiders.
"Stick the thread through the eye of the needle. Access requested. Confirming access now...granted. Authorizing over-ride. Oh joy the lost five return. One in hand is two in bush. Defenses over-ridden. Opening primary launch bays now."
"I don't even know what that meant." A Two said confused.
" Well we better..." A four began to speak before an eight's antics ruined his delivery.
" They've stopped! The raiders are turning around and escorting the older models toward the launch bays!" An eight cried out in hysterics.
"Lets not panic...we still have the centurions and they haven't shot us yet." The Five said not seeing the irony of his statement.
"Agreed." A Three chimed in.
"What choice do we have. Agree" A Six chimed in.
"I'll see about getting my sisters to fly out the heavy raiders but it won't be enough. God I don't want to die and not come back. I haven't even resurrected before! Agreed a thousand times over." An Eight said.
"The only logical defense is a good offense. I'll help my brothers meet the boarders right at the point of entry. We can count on our centurions to fight off defective traitors. Agreed."
"I'll stay with the hybrid. We can't let them get to this room. The rest of you go on ahead back to to the CIC. A few machine guns should hold them off if they come this far. God willing. Agreed." The two said.
The rest of the commanding officers aboard the Hub agreed. They would meet the invaders head on.
