Crystalline Technologies – Meeting Cylons

T-Plus Eight Days from Geodesic Jump

We started at five hundred thirty hours, this staff meeting being one of the most important and classified during this journey thus far; our main topic is the possible Cylons in the fleet. For the past forty-five minutes we had discussed the possible ramifications to the Colonials, none of them good in the short or long terms. "Anderson, why didn't we detect these Cylons in the fleet before; you getting forgetful in your old age?" "Polk, did you forget that only a small handful of us are even in our mid-thirties; even the Commander is just physically pushing thirty-two. And as for detecting the Cylons, my sensors are not designed for Biometrics, yes I can give you a life-sign count on any ship or planet; but I can't tell you what species they are." Hiendol sighs during their argument; if the Aurora had been a science vessel we would have immediately noticed two distinct species amongst the fleet. The Aurora being geared more towards combat, the life sciences department was not give as high a priority as other departments.

"You two stop arguing for five minutes please, look we all have to take into consideration what this means; while also looking into improving the Aurora." They both quiet down while I turn to Hiendol, "Can you get me a complete biometric scan of Mister Doral and Miss Baker before they leave the deck?" "Yes, quite easily but we will still need to have a proper examination to ensure that our scans are accurate." At this time Captain Rights decides to speak up, "With respect Commander, why allow them onboard at all; they could be planning to sabotage the ship or steal some of our technology." "Captain Rights, we are allowing them onboard so we can open a dialog with the Cylon people. As for your other concerns, like the Colonials they will be confined to only non-critical sections of the ship." The captain seemed to think over my statement while the XO, "Captain, even I know that stealing technology from the Aurora would be useless for them. Like the Colonials, the Cylons just don't have the means of recreating our level of technology; yes it could point them in the right direction; but if it was not for the Asgard and Lanteans Earth would still be trying to figure out how the crystalline technology works, let alone using it as extensively as we do."

"Let me state for the record, the technology that we have physically been sharing is limited to the Naquadria power cores, Inertial Dampeners and the gravitic-magneto propulsion. We have shared the basic network designs and program code, but everything from there we have kept to ideas and verbal knowledge." Captain Rights now seemed more comfortable with having an unknown threat onboard the ship, but I would rather have his security personnel on hand anyway. "Now then, if Captain Rights will permit the use of a security team to watch our guests," with a nod of approval I continue "it has come to my attention that members of the crew are in violation of the Fraternization Regulations. I know that I am not one to talk, but we need to put up a front of still being a military ship; in other words even thou we might not get home anytime soon, we need to continue to follow protocol."

Charlie shook his head, "We get it, file the forms and be professional when one of us is on duty. But you have to admit that the only ones of us that are going to see home again with any certainty are you, Hermiod and Hiendol. The way the three of you age, I can easily be pushing fifty and you would still look about thirty-two; and that is with you being five years older than me." Oh, Charlie; why did you have to mention that, is it not enough that I have to live with the knowledge that I will take ten times longer to age; do you have to remind me. "Mister Polk, remember that these are you crewmates; don't you think it is hard enough on them as it is, they can never have a normal life and have a relationship with someone." Dr. Myers quickly stopped when she looked towards us, but Lt. Anderson felt the need to continue "Actually they can have relationships, it is just that for the time being they have to expect that those might not last. I know Melissa and now Amanda both accepted the fact that they might end up looking older than the Commander in a few years."

"Amanda, as in NCO Amanda Williams; Commander, you are suppose to set an example for the crew. Should I even ask how long you have known each other?" Christina is indeed angry with me, "I have known Amanda since she was seventeen; and before you say a word Lt. Anderson; need I remind you that you are dating a seven year old?" "Sir, you know full well that Andrea is a Replicator; they are full adults by four years of age and besides that we are two different species; the age barrier doesn't count." Dr. Myers joined in, "What, interspecies dating and here I thought that I had an open mind." It was Hermiod that got us back on track, "Be that as it may, we are here to discuss the fleet and the Cylons; not the interspecies relationship practices of Commander Phoenix and NCO Williams." Hermiod, Oi; but at least we can focus back on topic, "Lt. Anderson can you give me a report of the Colonial Military resources?"

"Yes Sir, after confirming the numbers with the Anchorage; we have thirty-seven Colonial Military ships. Of which we have the Warstar Zeus; current crew is roughly five thousand personnel and officers. They have a standard armament of twenty nuclear missiles in the thirty megaton range, forward bow rail cannons with nickel-iron rounds and the units' number at six with a loading time of nineteen seconds per round. The next system is their CIWS arrays, from bow to stern and port to starboard they have a total of fifty-six emplacements; these are located primarily along the dorsal hull, they have around ten in strategic locations across the ventral hull. Their armor is roughly five meters thick for the outer armor and another three meters for their inner armor, the primary armor is designed to take a beating and come back for more; I would venture that it would take three sledgehammers to penetrate their outer armor, the inner armor is geared towards radiation shielding; both armors working in tandem provide the Zeus a working shielding armor that can protect them from most forms of heavy radiation"

Not much if they end up inside of a star's gravity well, but more than enough for standard stellar navigation in most nebulas. I wonder what these people must have been through for their ships to carry that much shielding inside of a physical armor, is it possible that they have primarily used nuclear weapons as the main weapon of choice? "Lt. Anderson, is there anything else about the Zeus itself?" The Lt. looked over the report, "Sir, there is one odd thing about the Zeus; the primary drive system for FTL, it appears to be Lantean in design. I am not certain of the exact extent but I would guess that the first Colonial Jump Drive was in reality a Lantean Geodesic Fold Drive. I have already asked Dr. Myers to compile a report on the Colonial Jump Drive installed here on board the Aurora." We all turn to Dr. Myers as she stands, "Thank you, Mister Anderson; I have completed my inspection of the Colonial Jump Drive and I can say with some certainty that the technology was original Lantean in origin. Because of the system's design I am certain that there is no remaining data with the Colonials in regards to the original system, I am confident that I will be able to repair the GFD created by Professor Willings using the Colonial Jump Drive as a basis." Each of us looked at our reports before looking back up at Dr. Myers, would it be possible to back track our original jump and return home? The bigger question of the two would be, do we take the Colonials with us if we can jump back home.

"I see Doctor, I would like a full report on the GFD; perhaps it is possible to back track our original jump to this galaxy." Dr. Myers responded with an affirmative to my request, if we are lucky enough we can at least get a barring towards home; any way that we can increase the odds of getting home would be more then welcomed. I turn my attention back to the report from Lt. Anderson, thirty-seven armed ships under military control. Three classes of Battlestars; the Mercury class Battlestar Roanoke, equipped with thirty-two CIWS arrays, ten nuclear missiles with four bow rail cannons and six flight wings of Mark VII Vipers numbering twenty per and finally a crew count at twenty-nine hundred. Then there is the three Guardian class Battlestars the Valkyrie, the Wildstar and the Pisces; each of which carry twenty-eight CIWS arrays, ten nuclear missiles with four bow rail cannons and four flight wings of Mark VIIs; there crew counts range to thirteen hundred personnel. The five Columbia class Battlestars are amongst the most interesting of the fleet, unlike the other classes of Battlestars the Columbia's appear to use a varying array of CIWS systems that cover the entirety of the hull with over-lapping fields of fire. At roughly the same length as the Aurora, these ships are clearly the eldest of the Colonial designs; they have twenty nuclear missile launchers, but the lack the warheads from the missiles. Inside of the flight pods, we located nearly three hundred Vipers of differing designs; with the stores to feed a crew of twenty-four hundred people and the space to house twice that number, I would venture that they were designed at the offset of a war.

"The Defenstars are as the name implies are geared to defensive operations; the rough crew count is at eight hundred. This allows them to carry a greater amount of ammunitions for their weapons then even battlestars; with little to no missile batteries or other offensive systems other than a single flight wing of Mark VII Vipers, the best use for these ships is to cover the fleet during jumps." That would limit them to clean up work only, but even back home there are ships assigned to such roles; still nearly no offensive weapons might hurt them in the long run. Lt. Anderson continues to read from the report, with the Strikestars armed for first strikes primarily and their two flight wings to cover their defense, the nine hundred people assigned to the units have to be somewhat certain of survival. The next is the Stleathstars, with the design towards moving undetected; they have no flight wings, no missiles and barely ten CIWS arrays with a crew of five hundred. Fleet Tenders crewed with fifteen hundred souls and geared to maintenance and repair of the fleet they depend on the Defenstars for protection.

"Finally we come to the Anchorage herself, as like the Defenstars the Anchorage is geared towards defense; but unlike the ships the Anchorage has greater armor for her primary defense. She is still fragile, a single well placed missile will destroy the Anchorage and kill the seventy thousand personnel on board; with nearly thirty thousand refugees on board and the dry-dock, we should design our defense around protecting the Anchorage. If worse comes to worse and we start losing ships, the Anchorage would be able to carry multiple ships with her in addition to our three thousand fighters." Lt. Anderson sat down after that, our numbers at least make it hopefully more trouble than it is worth to attack us. Our CAG then took the floor, "Sirs, during our patrols into the system we discovered something odd; the report has already been filed with the Commander and Colonel, but I wanted to bring this up and ask permission to take one of the possible Cylons with me on the Jumper run to the unknown." The holo-screen shows the star system that we are using as a resource hub, near the second planetary body is a marker for the unknown. "When up close with one of the Slip Fighters, we found some similarities with known Wraith designed cruisers. But from there the similarities move in a freighting direction, from what the survey teams have discovered thus far it appears to be human built and crewed. We have yet to learn their identities, but from the autopsy reports they were human; if I am correct the unknown might have been built by the Colonial's thirteenth tribe."

"Major Smith, are you certain about these reports thus far; I still do not want to go to the Colonials and say 'Hi, we found some of your cousins and they have the same level of technology as the Aurora. But sorry to say this but the ship we found has been beaten to death,' how do you think they will respond to that news?" This is one reason why the Gaetas were not informed about this meeting, even if I trust them with the knowledge that Earth is not a colony of Kobol; I fear how they would react to these reports. What can be out there in this galaxy that can cause the damage witnessed on the unknown ship, but until we can confirm beyond a doubt that it is a Colonial ship from the Thirteenth Tribe I do not want to expose the fleet. "That is why I would like a Cylon with me during the next survey run, if anyone can give us a somewhat objective point of view it would be a Cylon." The Major does have a good point to his argument for taking a Cylon with him, now only to confirm that Mister Doral or Miss Baker are indeed Cylons; they should be arriving with the Jumper within the next thirty minutes now. "Major, I will speak with Mister Doral and Miss Baker and see if they will assist in our investigation of the unknown. All hands dismissed." We each move towards the door and then either our quarters or stations for the next duty shift, with me moving towards my quarters to put these reports back on my desk.

Opening the door I discover Amanda at my desk writing something, "Amanda, I thought you had returned to your bunk; is there a reason you're not asleep yet?" She looked at me sheepishly with an odd glint in her eyes, "Yes, I wanted to tell you that I loved how we talked last night. I know that when most girls say they want to take a relationship slowly, that we want to have our guys talk with us; I guess that is something that makes you a great person all-round. But I wanted to let you know that even if we are taking it slow that my feelings for you still won't change, after all I have been in love with you for five years." She had moved from the desk to in front of me and wrapped her arms around my neck, I put my hands on her shoulders and push back slightly so we can look at each other. "Amanda, you should really get some sleep; even young Tua'ri has their breaking points. I would rather have to wait and be able to talk with you when you are rested, then have you fall asleep while on duty." Amanda moves back to the desk for a moment before turning around, "Don't forget we Tua'ri have Alterrain blood running through us, we might not have the physically abilities of you Lanteans; but like your Alterrain cousins, we can hold our own." She moves past me to the door and before she leaves "Please be careful, even with your ability to heal; you could still be killed, and I don't want to lose you so please be careful." Looking her in the eye, "I promise you that I will be careful, and later tonight I will cook you a special dinner and we will have a quiet evening to talk; I promise." After I give her a kiss to the forehead, Amanda moves back to her bunkroom; I put the reports on my desk and pick up Amanda's note, I will say this Amanda will definitely speak her mind.

It was fifteen minutes later; Hiendol had reported that her scans of Mister Doral and Miss Baker showed a distinct difference between them and your average Colonial. "Hiendol, are you certain of these results. Can you confirm them with a detailed physical exam?"

Yes, I am quite certain and I will be easily able to confirm that they are nano-cell cyborgs. A proper examination will allow me to compile a far more complete report on their nano-cells, but based on my current findings; I would say that they are human.

"Thank You" I close the comm. link and move towards my office door; my office being far easier to defend myself from attacks within had been the choice for meeting our supposed Cylons. Opening the door, "Mister Doral, Miss Baker please come in and have a seat" moving aside they walk in and sit down in front of the desk. Closing the door I return to my seat, "Mister Doral, thank you for coming; perhaps we can finish our earlier conversation about Cylons?" For a moment they look at each other before Mister Doral speaks, "Commander, I am certain by now you know that we are not Colonials but are actually Cylons. I wanted to apologize for what my people have done; the majority of the Cylon race truly believes Humanity to be our enemy." Interesting, perhaps they are more organic than the Colonials believe, "I understand that not all of your people would view humans the same way, but why come to me and not the Colonials. If the Colonials knew that there are Cylons who did not want to attack them, then perhaps an understanding can be reached in regards to Colonial-Cylon relations."

"Commander, I don't think you fully understand; the majority of the Cylons within the fleet are either sleeper agents or are too afraid of what our brothers and sisters would do to us if we are caught. Any action take by our people, is normally chosen by census of all models; any Cylon going against census is boxed. With the Aurora, we have another option open to us; before there were only the Colonials, but now we can ask the Star Forces for help." This is an interesting turn of events; Cylon Society must be young and unstable if they are boxing those who stand against the majority, but what is boxing anyway. "Mister Doral, can you tell me what boxing is; I am afraid that I am not familiar with this concept." It was Miss Baker that spoke next, "Let me Five, Commander I am a model Eight Cylon infiltrator; boxing is when we are downloaded from our bodies and placed into a storage module, closest thing for Humans is to have their head kept alive in a jar with no way to speak, hear, see, touch or taste." Ouch, that is a harsh punishment, not even we would do that in our darkest times, the closest thing we have now is Virtual Incrassation and even then it is only for those who are a danger to themselves and others. "I see, so then venturing a guess I would say that you are members of a fifth column; am I correct?" Again they looked at each before turning back to me with Mister Doral, "That would be an accurate assumption of our standing; we would prefer to live in peace with our Human creators then follow the belief that God has ordered their destruction." God, hmm this will help in future arguments with the Colonials that the Cylon race is comprised of living beings.

I pull out the report about the unknown; perhaps our Cylon guests will have some information about this mystery. "I will be willing to help as much as possible, but there are limits to what even we can do. But perhaps a good starting point is when your people gained the ability to generate organic forms." "Commander, oddly enough we are actually near the first confirmed site of organic Cylons. You see it was just seven short years after the Armistice Agreement; a lone baseship was scouting the area for our new home world when they came across a battle. At first they stayed back and observed the battle between two ships, both shaped like arrows; one roughly the size of a Colonial Battlestar of the time, and the other six times the size of the first. The battle raged for close to twenty hours with both ships vying for victory, in the end the smaller ship used it's size to capture the other in the gravity well of the nearby planet. The larger ship was crushed within minutes and the smaller barely managed to escape; it was then that the baseship approached. They had decided to render assistance to the unknown ship; only after they managed to board did they learn that humans controlled the ship." Mister Doral stopped and looked to Miss Baker to continue, it must be a difficult part of their history to accept. "Commander the Centurions were torn, should they help the human survivors or kill them; they did not have to decide. The leader appeared before the Centurions and asked them to rescue the children; he guided them to what appeared to be a life-station, there our ancestors were protected inside of some form of pods. He explained that they were fugitives in their home region, they lived as part machine and part organic being; the Centurions immediately believed that these people could be the future of Cylon existence and so they agreed to help. They managed to adapt the baseship to provide the required energy to the pods and the computers that controlled them. After which the Centurions received an odd request from the survivors," both of my quests looked down "they asked for help committing suicide. They wanted to make it look like they had died due to the battle, to protect the children they said; and so a lone Centurion remained onboard with an open nuclear warhead to let them die from radiation poisoning. My model carries the memories of that Centurion, each of my line remembers the sadness the Centurion felt as the crew of the ship died around it; the leader's last words were 'Thank you, for protecting the children thank you so much.'"

This would explain the damage to the unknown and why the sensors indicate that the remains have a nuclear decay from Delta band radiation. But the next question is who were they and why were they fugitives, could it be something happened in their society that lead them to the depths of space. At least we know in the end that the Cylons are truly a living sentient race, only living beings can make those decisions. "Can I ask, do you know who they were; the people whose children that you are descended from?" Once more my guests seemed to be conflicted, I can only hope that I am not offending them with my questions about their history. Miss Baker looked into my eyes, "Commander, I must tell you; I do not believe that you are members of the Colonies or even the Thirteenth Tribe. I know who and where some of the Thirteenth Tribe is, we are children of the Thirteenth Tribe of Man; all human model Cylons are members of the Thirteenth Tribe." Now this explained the obvious difference in the humanoid Cylons and the Colonials, the two originally developed in different regions of space. But this news could devastate the Colonial culture, to learn that the very people that destroyed their homes are in reality their very own cousins.

"I see; then I guess the next step is to ask for your help." Both Mister Doral and Miss Baker looked at me confused, more than likely wondering why I would ask for their help. "You see; if that ship orbiting the second planetoid is from the Thirteenth Tribe and as you claim to be members of said tribe, I must ask for your permission to salvage and repair the ship. This could also perhaps aid in your relations with the Colonials, apologies I mean your cousins; after all standing together with them and fighting beside them to protect all that you both hold dear should form a bond between both your peoples." Mister Doral looked deep in thought while Miss Baker appeared to be somewhat frightened by the concept. As I began to review the possible outcomes of such an operation Miss Baker moved from the chair and over to the wall, something is definitely bothering her but what is it? "Commander, how about for now we claim to have no knowledge of the Thirteenth Tribe but instead say that we found a damaged ship and an indication that they had encountered an accident. It will give the people hope and keep the fact that my people were involved out of the public mind, if anything it will hopefully allow us to come out of hiding even if it is slowly at first." An interesting plan and it could work in favor for both the fleet and the Cylons hidden amongst the people. Looking to Mister Doral "I agree with your proposed plan, but we will like to have your assistance during salvage operations; after all from my point of view it is officially your ship."

We went to work planning the salvage operation outline, Miss Baker would remain with us during the operation and guide the Salvage Teams through the ship. During the next three hours we discussed the possible outcomes and how to transfer the sleeper agents to where their brethren can deactivate and remove the command triggers. The greatest question is how we are going to be able to explain why there are so many people that look almost identical to each other. That is going to be the most dangerous for the Cylons in the fleet, one miss-spoken word and thought could get them killed by a mob of civilians. The best option is to filter them through the Aurora and have a Cylon here on board to deal with the hidden programming.

We decide to continue the meeting later in the week in order for Mister Doral to convince his brothers and sisters to help us. While he returns to the Olympus, Miss Baker is going to stay onboard and allow Hiendol a full examination of her Cylon physiology. We move to the deck to see Mister Doral off, the moment the Jumper moves from the deck I turn to Miss Baker "Okay, I guess it is time that you meet Hiendol. She might seem a little odd at first, but trust me she is the best doctor in at least four galaxies; you can trust her." With that we make our way to Medical, there we find Hiendol examining Lt. Gaeta; Miss Baker to say the least is surprised to see her first non-human sentient. "Hiendol, I have brought Miss Baker with me for her examination; do you have a moment?" Hiendol, like her usual self moved from one end of the med-bed to the other; "I will be with you in a moment Miss Baker; if you have a seat next to Lt. Johnson." I decide to remain, well really I try to sneak off "Commander you also, you have managed to evade your physical examination for the past seven months. I will no longer allow you to do so, especially given our current circumstances; now then please join Miss Baker or would I be required to have Security restrain you?" I drop my head and obey Hiendol's orders after all she is right, we are no longer within range of any world with the required background in Lantean physiology.

"Commander, I see Hiendol has finally gotten you into her torture chamber" Lt. Johnson seemed more talkative today; normally he is a quiet observer. "I hear that there is another nano-cell cyborg aboard ship, I can't wait to meet them. Miss did you know that nano-cell cyborgs are amongst the minority back in our region space." Miss Baker looked surprised, "What is a nano-cell cyborg?" Oh dear, incoming; "Miss I am glad you asked, you see a nano-cell cyborg is a person who has their body enhanced with nano-cells or as they are formally know as nano-machines. People like myself have had it done for one reason or another, a basic example is if someone losses their arm; based on the remains of the arm a series of nano-cells are introduced to the patient, these nano-cells then act as the cells of the damaged appendage allowing for the patient to have full use of their limbs again. I myself fall under that category, while there are others who have it done to give them an advantage in a given field of sports and competitions. There is a series of laws to monitor those whom abuse nano-cell treatments, nano-cells fall under the Medical Rights Act and as thus are seen as medicine." Now Miss Baker seemed interested, so much so she even seemed to be hanging on the Lt. Johnson's every word.

"Can you tell me, what happens to the nano-cells after the person is fully healed?" "Simple Miss, you see my left leg here; well it is only four years old, the result of nano-cell treatments. I lost my original during the first Jaffa uprisings back home; we had gone in to help evac a village that was targeted by the Gou'ld Seth. That guy was a real piece of work you know; he actually had hidden himself on our home world for about five thousand years before sneaking off to restart his empire. Anyway, we meet up with the Rebel Jaffa and had agreed to pull our resources to get the villagers out and to another system." I openly sighed, I had almost forgotten what he was like once you get him talking; I know I can assign Lt. Johnson to escort Miss Baker. "Well, the evac was going smoothly when out of nowhere a staff blast hits me in the leg; for half a second I was certain that I was going into shock. I couldn't feel my left leg, reaching down I realize why, the blast tore it clean off; so here I was with only one leg and a group of Seth's Jaffa baring down on my position." Miss Baker was enamored with his story, "What happened; how were you able to get out of there?" Lt. Johnson smiled, "Well you see, one of the Rebel Jaffa had seen the remains of my leg fly past him and turned to see me yelling my lungs out while empting my weapon into the oncoming enemy. He signaled our Medic and raced to my side, taking a knee he joined in on mowing down the enemy while the Medic dealt with my stomp. I refused to leave the line until all the villagers were on the relief ship, when the Medic tried to pull me clear my Jaffa buddy grabbed my shoulder and helped me to stand; together we mowed the enemy down and then made a run for the ship. Let me tell you, we barely made it out of there; my leg was gone and my only options were to retire or to have a full nano-cell leg installed as a replacement. I went with the nano-cell leg and over the next year the nano-cells replaced themselves with new organic cells to form my new leg; now they are a permanent part me and enhance my immune system and physical abilities. Now I have the physically strength, speed, endurance and reaction times of a Lantean; this allowed me to stay in the Marines."

During Lt. Johnson's story I had tried to sneak off again, only I was quickly caught by the Security Officer that Hiendol had ordered to keep me in Medical. She must really mean for me to stay, but did she even realize what she had done to me and poor Miss Baker; second thought Miss Baker seems to be adding to my headache by asking Lt. Johnson to continue. I guess that this subject will help her feel more open around the crew; I just hope the Gaetas will be as welcoming as everyone else. I give out a sigh in defeat and move back to Miss Baker and Lt. Johnson, during my approach I hear, "and then I learn that the Jaffa who saved me had put himself in the line of fire to save a little girl who was separated from her mother. He was not so lucky, he lived long enough to get the little girl to safety and reunited with her mother before he died from his wounds. I was told he died with a smile on his face, something you only see on a Jaffa when they die an honorable death. He ended up setting a standard that the Jaffa have followed ever since, before the Jaffa had been trained not to care for civvies; but Ta'nec had shown that giving your life for a civvie can also be honorable. I was given the honor of using his staff weapon every since, his Jaffa Master, Master Je'nal had said that he honored the ideals of the Tua'ri and asked if I would honor his memory by carrying his weapon into battle." Miss Baker looked to be totally engrossed and showed that she longed for more about either Lt. Johnson or about the Star Forces and home. "Can you tell me more about where you come from, about the people and the worlds there; how far away it is, or about your history?" Lt. Johnson looked at me asking for permission, I saw no reason for him not to continue especially if it helped to form a dialog between our peoples. "Okay, lets see; I know let me tell you about my home star system. I live in the Alpha Centauri system; it is a binary stellar system; that means that it is actually two star systems whose system primaries are trapped in each others orbital gravity ways. For years people argued weather it was a binary star system or two star systems that formed practically on top of each other. It was after watching from inside the system on my colony that it was discovered that the system primaries actually orbited each other and the planets orbited one primary or the other."

Miss Baker was definitely soaking in all that she can, maybe I should have Captain Gaeta; no bad idea. I look up to see that Miss Baker has gotten closer to Lt. Johnson and is now actually holding his arm asking him, "So how long is one of your colony's orbits; do you use a unified measurement of time between your worlds or do you practice a different measurement system?" I never managed to hear Lt. Johnson's response to her questions, Hiendol signaled me to join her; I will have Captain Rights give Lt. Johnson's new assignment after I leave Medical. As I join Hiendol, she hands me a report "I have confirmed with certainty that the Cylons are nano-cell cyborgs; that being said they even have the same faults in the reproductive systems." I looked from the report to Miss Baker and Lt. Johnson, apparently they are both nano-cell cyborgs; I turn back to Hiendol "Okay, keep me informed of your findings I am heading to the Bridge." As I turn to leave I see the same Security Officer block my path with Hiendol behind me saying, "Commander, I am quite serious about your physical examination. Now then begin disrobing and take a seat on the med-bed, the sooner we begin the sooner I can inform you of your current health." Ugh, there is no way out of this; I might as well accept the fact the Hiendol has me right where she wants me, I hate these exams.