I am so, so sorry for not updating last week! I was writing, I promise you, but four or five pages in Microsoft word decided that it hated my work and crashed, loosing everything. At the time I was already tired at didn't have time to re-write it. I plan to purge the program from my life and use openoffice instead. I have not, and WILL NOT abandon this fanfiction and intend to keep writing until it is finished.
Over ten minutes had passed since Adama had left the mess hall to check on Katara's condition, at the request of Aang and Sokka. Since then, the three had been talking and eating, waiting for Adama to return.
Aang was still having a hard time grasping what was happening. He tried trusting them, they did save Katara's life, even after what he did at the prison. Still, there was something about them Aang didn't like. Why wouldn't they help them? There must be something they could do. The metal creatures they spoke of, the 'Cylons,' sounded just as scary as the Fire Nation. "Can't you help us at all?" He asked Roslin.
Roslin had been struggling about what to do about there war. She and Adama had decided after there rescue from the Fire Nation capitol not to get involved, it wasn't there concern. But they could stop the Fire Nation, easily if they wanted to. But was it right to interfere? She knew nothing of the polotics, what if the Fire Nation weren't the aggresor? "I don't know." She finally said.
"The Cylons you talked about, you said they destroyed your people, like the Fire Nation are destroying us. Please, isn't there something?"
She looked at him. How old was Aang? Twelve? Thirteen? To young to be involved in something like this. She didn't want these kids or anyone else to suffer. Then she had a thought. "You said something about a comet?"
"Solzins comet. It was created by the Fire Nation and makes them a hundred times stronger. It's almost here and I have to stop the Fire Lord before then or he's going to use to destroy everybody else."
"How did they create it?" These people didn't have anywhere near the level of technology to launch things into space. Something was wrong.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"How does it help the Fire benders? Comets are made of Ice, they have nothing to do with fire. And assuming you could launch things into space, giving them a trajectory to return to the planet as a comet is extremely complex."
Aang scratched his head. "Whats a trajectory?"
"Nevermind." She would talk to Adama later, she had an idea. She was just thinking of what to say to him when a phone on the wall rung.
The loud noise made both Sokka and Aang jump. "Whats that!" Sokka cried out.
Roslin laughed to herself. "Hang on." She picked up the phone and was relieved to hear the voice of William Adama.
"Laura, I just talked to the doctor. She says Katara is ok, She's awake and can talk."
Roslin let out a sigh of relief. "How is she?"
"Still pretty beat up, but should be just fine soon.""Can she take visitors?"
"Doc says yes, and She's been begging to see her friends since I got here.
"Have you told her where she is? Has she asked?"
"I told her where she is, but didn't give all the details. She thinks I'm crazy."
"I thought she would. We'll be there in a few minutes."
Aang and Sokka watched curiously as Laura Roslin talked into the strange device attached to the wall. "Who's the old lady talking to?" Sokka whispered to Aang. She hung up the phone. And turned to the two.
"Adama says Katara's awake now, do you want to see her?"
Aangs face brightened, Sokka looked relieved. "Yeah!" Aang said happily.
"Thats Galactica." Adama pointed to a ship in a picture of the Colonial fleet a raptor had taken on a mission, to try to show Katara where she was.
"Why did you bring me here?" The last thing she remembered was Aang messing something up, then a bright light.
"The Fire Nation girl hit you with a bolt of lightning, you fell down and hit your head. Your people wouldn't have been able to treat you well enough, this is the only way for you to survive."
She didn't believe him, this was probably Sokka's idea of a prank. Though she would have to congratulate him, he had put in far more effort to annoy her then usual."Where's Aang and Sokka?" She asked.
"There on there way."
"Good." She looked at the pictures. Very odd paintings. She pointed to a ship, a large one the size of Galactica, that vaugley resembled a starfish. "Whats that?"
Adama looked at the ship, the rebel Cylon Basestar. It had defected from the main Cylon Empire along with sevreal other ships like it to protest a decision that had been made. The human model Cylons had decided to lobotmize there own servants, Centurions and raiders to make them less intelligent. The rebels didn't think this was right, and broke away. The main Cylons tricked them, destroying all but the one ship. "It's called a Basestar."
"Oh." Just as she layed her head on a pillow, Roslin, Aang, and Sokka walked through the door. The two kids immediately spotted Katara and ran over to her. Roslin smiled and walked over to Adama.
"Katara, your ok!" Aang said happily. Katara hugged the two.
"Where are we?" She asked them. "Are we still in Omashu? That Adama guy has lost it a little I think, he says were in space."
Aang wasn't looking forward to this part. "It's kind of hard to explain..." He said slowly.
"Well? What happened?"
"We got Bumi out, but they said you would die unless they brought you here." She's never going to believe it.
"Where is here Aang?" She was getting annoyed. "You can't be in space. It's impossible. My grandma said not even airbenders could do it, not the greatest ones."
"These people are different, they don't use bending or spirits, they used machines to bring us here. I don't know how, but there not from here, there from another star."
Katara was beginning to get worried. "Sokka, look, enough of this. Where am I?"
"Think about it. Those things they have, the guns, we don't have anything like that, not even the Fire Nation. That thing we found them at took us over here. Did you get a chance to feel it before we left? It's not made out of any Fire Nation metal."
She was silent for a moment. Mabye she had passed out at the prison, and she was having hallucinations. She would just wake up outside Omashu being told everything was ok. But she wasn't waking up. "Your serious, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
She looked around the strange room again. Lights without fire, moving pictures, It was all so different.. "What are they going to do with us?"
Aang smiled. Finally she understood. "There going to bring us back, they asked us to introduce them to the Earth King. It'll work out, I might even find an Earth Bending teacher."
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Adama and Roslin watched as the three kids continued to talk. Finally something good happened around here.
"Were still going to have to go through this one more time." Adama said, thinking of the Fire bender in the brig. They still hadn't figured out her name yet.
"She's going to be interesting. Mabye Baltar's gotten through to her."
"I hope not. The last thing we need is for Guias frakking Baltar to gain any kind of support on that planet."
"Agreed." She couldn't wait forever, she had to tell Adama what she thought.
"Well I need to get to CIC, Tighs got some pretty interesting stories for me." he started walking out the door, before Roslin stopped him.
"Bill, wait." She walked out the door with him. "We need to talk."
Adama sighed. This couldn't be good. "Whats wrong."
"It's about the war, with the Fire Nation."
"Laura, we talked about this. Interfering isn't an option."
"Bill, look. There war is just like ours. When the Cylons came, we couldn't do a damn thing. More then twenty billion people died, all begging for help, begging for something, some kind of divine intervention to come in and show them mercy, to stop the deaths. Nothing happened. We literally couldn't even put up a fight."
"What the frak does that have to do with these people?"
"A hundred years ago, the comet Aang mentioned, the Fire Nation used it to wipe them out. There was nothing they could do, just like the Cylons destroyed us. And now that comet is coming again, and when it gets here hundreds of thousands of people are going to die without mercy, just as the Cylons killed us."
Adama didn't respond.
"Were the divine intervention, Bill. We can't go around saying the Cylons are evil and then ignore it when somebody else suffers the same fate."
He thought about it, thinking about the Cylon attack on the colonies. "When the Cylons attacked, I lost almost everybody I ever knew." He looked through a window on the door at the three kids still talking. They and everybody else could be dead soon. "I don't want that to happen to somebody else." He looked back at Laura. "But we can't just change the balance of an entire planet just like that, what do you expect us to do!"
She thought hard, how to convince him to help. The idea she had, it was the only way."The comet, Solzins comet. I don't think the Fire Nation are winning this alone."
"What?"
"Bill, these people simply can't do what the Fire Nation says they can. They can't launch something into space, let alone in a way that would give it a return course as a comet would."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that the Thirteenth Tribe made the comet."
Adama didn't know w to say. They couldn't have, the thirteenth tribe got here much longer ago, to long. Far more then a hundred years. "Thats crazy."
"The comet has to be where the signal is coming from, Gaeta said before we left for Omashu it's not anywhere on the planet. It has to be on that comet. If we find the comet, maybe there's a message, or something, that explains all of this."
"Even if your right, and Solzins comet was made by the Thirteenth tribe, where did they go? Why did they help the Fire Nation in the first place?"
"I don't know. A hundred years is a long time, mabye the Fire Nation got it wrong somewhere and it's longer then that. The point is that if we find that comet, we find our answers."
"And when we do find the comet, then what?"
"Then we know the Thirteenth tribe interfered with these people for the worse, and it's our job to fix there mistake. I don't care if we move it out of the way or nuke it across a few million miles but we will not, under any circumstances, allow the Fire Nation to slaughter so many innocent people."
Adama sighed again. He seemed to be doing that often now. "Fine. Ill tell CIC to redirect it's search efforts. And then ill get somebody to show these three kids around the ship."
"Thank you, Bill."
Adama looked again at the three kids, who appeared to be playing some sort of game. "I just hope it works out for these people."
Roslin nodded. "Good luck. I have a prisoner to attend to."
Somewhere, tens of trillions, mabye even hundreds of trillions, of miles away, a long, spiky ship moved along the dark space. It seemed kind of useless now, it's purpose went away after the rebel Cylon Basestar destroyed the Ressurection hub, putting the once immortal enemies on the same level as there creators.
Near the Cylon Ressurection ship and it's two Basestar escorts, a tiny, bright flash of light was seen as a Heavy Raider, obviously damaged from a dog fight, jumped in. It maneuvered slowly but surely into the docking ports of one of the Basestars.
A number five Cylon model, known as Cavil, contemplated there next action. After the destruction of the Ressurection Hub, the Cylons had been torn in half on there course of action. Some believed that the search for Earth was far to risky now, with the possibility of death, and wanted to return to there home. The others belived the Humans were far to great a risk to allow to roam freely, what if they some day rebuilt, and went out among the stars to hunt the Cylons again?
That, combined with the recent rebellion, encouraged many to pull away from the group that had kept them together from day one. The Cylons were divided now.
Finally, the first good news in weeks. He thought to himself as the Heavy Raider pulled into the Basestar. The plan had worked. It had been awfully risky, with little chance of success, but it worked. It would take some time to pull there forces, they would need more ships. But he had what he needed. He placed his hand in a small pool of clear liquid that he used to give instructions or take information.
"They found it." He said to himself, grinning. He couldn't wait to tell the others. In a few days they would have all the ships they need. He sent his thoughts into the clear liquid, and gave the order: Initiate Jump.
