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THIS OUGHT TO BE DIFFERENT
Chapter Twelve
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While Sam tried to comfort Starbuck -- which wasn't easy given her stubborn character, and his unsteady stance -- Dualla stared at the cylon, who obviously knew something.

"You tell us right now what's going on!" the petite girl demanded. Her eyes blaring she could have been the size of an ant, and everyone in the room would notice and listen to her right now. She no longer had anything to lose, she no longer cared. If this was going to end, if they were to die, she would at least fight to survive for as long as possible. Finding these rooms under the cold floor of the Temple was a proof enough that there were miracles.

"How am I supposed to know what's going on?" Six tried to deflect the ex-coms officer's anger, but met the wall.

"You obviously are hiding things from us! And you're going to share. Right now!"

"I'm not hiding any facts," the cylon seethed. "I'm only guessing--"

"Then guess!" Dualla yelled. "What is that round object?"

"It looks like some star."

"Are we heading toward a star? Are we going to land on it's planet?"

"I really do not know."

"There aren't any signs resembling planets on those screens," Sam noticed inteligently. Kara, appearing to feel better, leaned closer and watched the screens. She shook her head, commenting his statement without words.

"Where did you get us, Starbuck?" Dee whispered. She was never fond of the cocky pilot, but now, her putting everyone on immediate danger . . . This just made her blood boil.

"Hey, knock it off, Dee," Sam stepped in his female's defense. "What did you do so far?"

It was too much. What he said was damn unfair and both he and her knew that, but he did not intend to apologize. And she did not intend to let it intimidate her. Dualla swallowed her fury for now.

"How do we communicate with the Galactica?" she asked the cylon.

"I don't--"

"Don't," Dee warned "even say that. This is the console. There must be the receiver and the sender. And some way to compose the message. Or at least a way to send some sort of Krypter message. Every communication device has a way to send out an automated request for help."

Dee turned sharply to the console. It had to be something easily distinguishable, something that even non-specialist would be able to find, even if he was hurt and unable to think clearily. Like that orange button, between the monitors.

Without further consideration Dualla pressed the button. The ship moaned and nothing more happened.

But that did not matter. What mattered was if something happened on the Galactica. That was the question they had no answer to, not yet.

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Laura Roslin waited for the Admiral's reaction to her tirade, but after a minute, when there was no answer, she sighed and turned to the exit, her head bowed. This was going to be more tough than she thought.

Ringing of the wire stopped her a few steps from the hatch. This was not her thing, but she waited, watched as the Admiral picked up the phone. Whether it meant that he was willing to keep his position as a leader of the Fleet, or was it simple automated gesture, she could not guess. But he answered the phone.

"Adama." Listened for a moment his brow furrowing. "I'm on my way," said gruffly, without much emotion in his voice.

Noticed the President standing in his room, noticed her questioning look.

"We received some call. Patterns suggest a distress call, and it has some features of a cylon message, but not quite. We need to decide if we're going to investigate, or get as far away from it as possible. Do you wish to accompany me to the CIC?"

She nodded and followed him out of the hatch, as he buttoned up his uniform.

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"This better be important Eleven," number Three yelled entering the Control Room.

She had just spent all morning with Number Eight, also known as Sharon Agathon -- as she insisted to be called -- who was getting on her nerves. She and that Caprica Six. How were they able to set themselves apart form others of their model? Three was a Three, whether it was her, or some other Three, they thought the same, wanted the same, and they all had the same name. All of the cylon were like that. Even other Eights and Sixes. But not Sharon Agathon and Caprica.

And now Three had to work with them both on those weird data, they had initially stored away as "rubbish", after that mad Six had downloaded, stolen the raptor and gone to the planet to explode along with it. They had initially thought it had been Caprica, but then Caprica had been caught trying to help Eight . . . Sharon . . . escape with the child. They had been punished, both of them. And they should have remained where they would not interfere with the other cylon.

But Five, who had insisted from the start on investigating the rubbish from Six's download, had finally came onto something only a few days ago. He had been certain that garbage had human traits. He'd finally compared them with the data they had on Baltar and said they matched. They matched exactly. He'd said that what they thought was Caprica, was in fact Baltar. And truth be told it fitted. Three rememberred she had died and downloaded only seconds before that mad Six had. She'd been with Baltar on the planet, came across that Caprica-and-New-Caprica-Resistance fighter, and Major Adama, and they had killed her. They had probably killed Baltar as well.

But that became clear later, when Caprica admitted to having a Baltar inside her head. She had claimed to having talked to him since her download after the initial attacks on the Colonies. She had told them everything about it, and Three had never been so furious before. No cylon had ever hidden so many so important information from the collective! She voted for boxing all her model, but that old, clever, atheistic #$ Eleven convinced others that was too harsh a move. And he'd been right, other Sixes weren't as traitious.

And the fact was that Caprica's experience could greatly help them to resolve the mistery of Baltar's mind-traces mixed with the mad Six's. Another Six different from all the others!

So far they managed to find Baltar's DNA, clone him and grow his clone in the Resurrection Ship. His body was almost ready for a download. They were considerring killing and downloading Caprica as well – splitting her and possible Baltar's consciousness in the process. But she started to object and they didn't yet reach the consensus, when Three was recalled to the control center. Eleven, two Fives and Six were already there, next numbers aproaching quickly.

"Well, what is it?" Three demanded, when she saw the last model Four coming in. He was probably with the Hybrid again, listening to her mumbling. Idiot!

"This might be interesting," Eleven said with a mischeivous smile. "We've just received a message from an uncharted yet territory. And the curious thing about it is – it has elements resembling the ancient language of the Scriptures."

"Do you mean we found Earth?" Three gasped.

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t.b.c.

A/N: As a result of lack of reviews I'm sorry to tell those few people who read this story on Fan Fiction Net, that I'm no longer going to post here. It simply does not pay off. This story will however be continued and posted in two other places: one is my LJ site - if you are interested, it's avaliable in my profile page, under the link: "Homepage". If for some reason you can't access LJ, but want to continue reading, write me a PM and I'll direct you to that other site where the story will be posted.

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