First Contact 29:
Little Black Dress
"Bastards!" Six hissed as she pulled off her signature slinky red dress, the sheer material almost see-through after having had a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over her by the three young humans she had encountered. Just what they were doing in the abandoned warehouse she had been using as her base of operations since arriving on Earth was a total mystery. Still, a little light torture would no doubt loosen their tongs.
Searching round for something dry to put on, she saw that one of the men had dropped a bag containing a very slinky looking black dress. She picked it up and held it against her body: it was her size, and a very similar design to the red one that was now laying in a sodden heap on the floor. Smiling at her good fortune, she slipped it over her head, already plotting her revenge against not just her three assailants, but the entire population of the Earth.
No sooner was the dress in place then she felt something odd, like it was somehow getting tighter and tighter. She looked down in utter amazement as it stared to shrink, inexplicable taking her body with it. She tried to rip it off, but it proved impossibly strong, resisting all her attempts. The world seemed to grow around her as she shrank down smaller and smaller, something interfering with her link to the rest of the collective Cylon hive-mind. There was a faint pop, and she turned into a Barbi doll, dressed in an exact scale replica of the dress.
"Dude, that was totally awesome!" Sock punched the air, "Easiest one yet!"
"I don't know man, something about this one just doesn't feel right." Ben shock his head as he reached down to pick up the blond-haired toy, "The Devil have us way too much information on this one."
"I don't know and I don't care." Sam took the doll and placed it in the box the vessel had originally came in, "All I know is that he said that if we pulled this one off, I get the next mouth off. No escaped souls, no crazy hell-powers, and no Devil popping up and making my life a literal living hell."
"Yeah, but dude, he's Satan, Beelzebub, the First of the Fallen." Sock looked sceptical, "How do you know you can trust him?"
"Okay, first off, that's the last time we let you near Wikipedia unsupervised." Sam rolled his eyes, "Anyway, he said he was starting work on some new project that was going to keep him kind of busy for a while."
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Six gasped for breath as her head broke the surface of the re-birthing tank, the slimy pink liquid clinging to her hair as she looked round for the others. It was standard procedure to have at least one Cylon, preferable of the same model, around during the joining of a conciousness with a new body, but the room was unusually dark. She lay back in the tank, letting the warm liquid ease away the tension that had built up.
"Hi." A voice came out of nowhere, and Six opened her eyes to see the Devil looking down at her with a glint in his eye, "Before we start, I just want you to know hat I'm actually a very big fan of your work. Such dedication to wholesale genocide? Well, it makes an old man very happy." There was a flash as a chainsaw appeared in his hands and roared into life, "But Earth is my playground, and I do not play well with others..."
The End
(Battlestar Galactica/Reaper)
