Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 8: Pre-emptive Strikes
Ter'st, Jaffa of the Goa'uld Anubis watched impassively as the Cylons approached the massive doors to the mothership Wrath Of Anubis , a massive cargo pallet at the centre of a large group of Warrior Models. Two thirds of the cylons had their arms in Ranged Weapons Configuration to deal with any approaching threat, the other third as usual had their hands converted to claws, ready to dismember any enemy who managed to ambush the group at close range.
Even here, on the moon the Cylons called 'home', they practised paranoia, assumed little.
Ter'st commended them for it; there was no greater failure than to lose because of assumption. Anubis reserved some of his most painful deaths for those Jaffa whose assumptions lost him a battle, a ship, anything.
As the cylons passed by him, Ter'st died with one final thought on his mind, he had assumed falsely the Cylons were loyal.
His soul would burn in hell for his failure.
Six smiled grimly at the tactical display as the blinking emblems of Anubis's motherships slowed turned, section by section from the Gold of the false god, to the bright oscillating red of the cylons.
This first battle they had won with nary a whimper.
The motherships would soon be checked over for Intel, then they would join the fleet, the Cylon fleet.
She frowned suddenly, a second pattern forming in the chaos of battle.
There were cylons fighting with the Jaffa.
Against the direct orders of the council.
Angrily, she tapped at the command console, trying to identify the renegades.
A shiver rang across her back, and she stopped, suddenly understanding all to clearly what Colonial Warriors meant when they talked of the 'old soldiers friend', the slight tap which signalled danger.
She turned as the mocking voice of Number One reached her, "your plan not going quite as expected? I'm shocked, really"
"What have you done?" Number Six asked, steel in her voice as she contemplated One's attack on her plans.
"I posted guards aboard the motherships, I knew you would attack, turn your back on God and I was ready" One raised the Zat in her hands, "nice things these Zats, they disrupt all electromagnetic devices, including those that allow us to be resurrected"
One smirked, mistaking the look on Six's face for defeat, "Now we will capture your other conspirators and have you shipped to Iblis for judgement"
Six unmistakeably smirked, "about the Zats…"
She grinned as One dropped to the floor, like a puppet with its strings cut, "I already knew"
Number two smiled as she moved into the room, Zat clenched firmly in her gloved hands, a second clipped to her Colonial Pilots outfit, "Its time to send in the second wave"
Number Three growled, annoyed as his fleet spread around 'home', ready to support Number One in her bid to ensure the Cylon's remained loyal to God, he should have received her signal by now!
The Motherships were approaching though; maybe she had just been delayed or suffered an unexpected death?
Doyle cursed colourfully as the baseship shook underneath him, heavy weapons fire beating down the crafts new shields.
"It appears number Six won, fine. If it is war she wants, then it is war she will get" he turned swiftly to a Eight unit, "find all the loyalist units you can, and plot them, I need to know which areas the traitors control"
He turned disgusted back to the tactical display, "We cannot stand against three motherships and any reinforcements she may have with these two basestars, we must leave, now!"
Adama looked up startled as a flash lit his darkened quarters, rising quickly from his bed he grimaced as a faint illumination showed O'Neill sitting within his room, his expression grim and yet hopeful, "It is done"
Adama blinked, about to ask what was done, but it clicked and he snapped his mouth shut quickly.
"So far three factions seem to have formed, the Loyalists under a number One, the Secessionists under a number Six and a third group we cannot classify under our old friend, twelve"
Adama nodded, grimly, "It seems Baltar's 'friend' is being honest with us"
O'Neill shrugged, "A cylon in love with a human, it shows they are truly sentient"
Adama faintly smirked, "Big words General, best not let the rest of SG-1 hear you use them"
O'Neill chuckled, as he rose back to his feet, "I was never here"
Adama dressed as the light from the Asgard transporter faded form the room, he best get some work done, he knew he would not sleep this night.