7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Boomer watched, slightly agape as the Cerberus dropped out of hyper, the swirling nimbus of energy surrounding the vessel vanishing revealing the broad pyramid of Del Shakka Mel.
"Impressive ship" she commented.
"Yes" Drew replied, glancing up from his console, "It's an upgraded Ha'tak, the Del Shakka Mel, Enerina controls her and she is an ally, not a Tau'ri, as it is… ahh yes, she's signalled she's ready to receive us"
"Tappin, get out to Esso and get us a top-up and a wax job," Drew shouted over his shoulder as he led Boomer swiftly through Cerberus's narrow corridors to the airlock, where they were joined by Adam Pierson. Groaning, Boomer followed them into the airlock, she hated grav shifts.
Now she was able to notice the process, Boomer found herself awed and impressed by the process, matter transportation! It was the stuff of sci-fi, it violated the laws of physics and yet it was apparently possible. Boomer was honest enough to admit she would probably never understand the process, she wasn't scientist enough.
Grimacing, she tried to stifle the harsh grating voice that said they had machines for that, that discovering the secrets of the rings was only a matter of time, then humanity, even that pest Adama would soon be finished.
Shuddering, Boomer promised herself she would check herself out with the Doc when she got back to Galactica , ignoring the voice that said she would be finished by then.
With a start, Boomer realised they had arrived at what was undoubtedly a throne room, a young figure, no older than eighteen its sole occupant sitting at a desk and computer of totally different construction to the rest of the room.
"Ahh… Flight Lieutenant Drew, report please" Boomer straightened, puzzlement etched into her expression as Enerina's strangely modulated, almost doubled voice registered. Then she noticed the glowing eyes, and her mind jumped to a strange conclusion, not human.
The voice within went silent, and then Boomer shifted disturbed as she sensed it become very focused and attentive.
"This is JIG Sharon 'Boomer' Valerri, from Galactica" Drew said, waving at Boomer.
Enerina was puzzled, " Galactica? I don't remember that ship being on the fleet lists"
Boomer interrupted, "It's a Colonial Battlestar, as far as I am aware, the last surviving Battlestar from the fleet" Not for long, soon no one will survive.
Enerina's eyes narrowed slightly, a nebulous alarm tingling at the back of her mind, "You are from the refugee fleet?"
"Yes, all the survivors of our people are crammed into just 45 ships now" Boomer said, suppressing the slight smirk that tried to appear on her face.
She didn't suppress it as successfully as she thought, Enerina noticed and the nebulous doubt dropped into certainty. But one doubt remained; she didn't sense a Goa'uld, unless…
They would have to have had someone, or something on the inside.
"You realise you will have to answer a lot of questions about the destruction of your worlds?"
"Of course" I will answer them for you, just before I kill you. After getting the secrets of your technology from you of course.
Enerina nodded, her suspicion confirmed. She knew the signs, she had seen them often enough.
"Snake" she said off hand, glancing at Drew and Pierson. They nodded grimly, Pierson drawing his Katana, placing it swiftly at Boomers neck.
"What the frak? What is the meaning of this?" Boomer cried, not amused.
"We have been known the Goa'uld for years, we know the signs of a secondary personality being present, I'm afraid you're under arrest"
"What do you mean? Secondary personality? I'm no frakkin cylon?" I wouldn't bet on that.
Boomer screamed as deep tendrils of pain grabbed deep into her mind, and she knew with horrid certainty that they were right, she was a cylon, and she was about to lose control. She would not lose control. She refused to lose control.
"NO!"
Enerina winched as she walked up to the cell in which Boomer was contained, she could sense Boomer fighting, struggling to maintain self against the beast that raged within her, trying to control and dominate.
Boomer had lasted longer than most do against a Goa'uld; she was to be commended for that. Unfortunately, the simplest solution, which was to put Boomer in the sarcophagus was not available, her sarcophagus was with SGC Medical, where they were trying to unmask its secrets, so they could build more, hopefully without the Goa'uld versions flaws.
The back-up sarcophagus Maktenos had kept aboard this ship when it was still his flagship was not to be found; she knew he had kept it hidden but this well hidden? Her Jaffa and the Tau'ri had searched the ship from end to end and not seen any indication of where it was; it was entirely possible it wasn't even aboard.
So, she would have to do this the very hard way.
She nodded to the watchful Jaffa, grimly the two Amazons strode into the cell, carrying Boomer bodily into the next cell in which she was immobilised onto a slab of marble, unable to move, a jerry rigged device above her, its lenses pointed straight at her skull.
Grimly, worriedly, Enerina took a deep breath. She would have to move very fast. She raised her hand device, projecting a general healing field over Boomers head, preparing it for the trauma to come as drugged oblivion claimed the colonial warrior.
She nodded again, and the battle began.
Above her, the jerry-rigged device activated, an EMP wave shutting down the cylon circuitry within Boomers mind and Enerina moved, utilising the full empathic abilities of her host, combined with her own Goa'uld physiology to master the hand device, using it to detach circuitry from Boomers mind, frantically racing ahead of the cylon device as it struggled to reboot, to bring itself back online, to gain control.
Enerina concentrated all her will on the hand device, performing a task no true Goa'uld or Tok'ra would ever manage or even contemplate. She never noticed the sweat pouring in rivers off her brow, her tightly closed eyes were not stung by the pool of salty sweat which gathered by her furrowed eyelids, not did she feel the IV as it was carefully slipped into her arm, pumping water and nutrients into her body, to keep her energised, to slow down the onset of fatigue and dehydration.
She had felt, through her hosts empathic abilities, Boomers struggle against the machine within, she had felt her determination and Enerina knew she could do something about it, this was why she had rebelled against the Goa'uld she called 'father', she sensed the dark, sensed the evil and she wanted to do something about it.
This was a battle she was determined to win.