Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 10: Civil War
Six cursed as the enemy fleet dropped out of hyper, there were far more than her intelligence had indicated, so be it.
She would defeat them; after all she didn't follow a false god, she still had her faculties intact.
Glancing around distastefully at the elaborate surroundings of the motherships bridge, she gave the order to engage.
Great flashes of light criss-crossed space as the two fleets vengefully threw themselves into the battle, each side believing the most dangerous thing known to mankind.
That they were 'right', that they had God on their side.
This was no battle for supremacy, no battle of ideas but a battle of ideology, a holy war and the participants wholeheartedly threw themselves into the fight.
It was bloody.
A Loyalist Baseship died first, caught in a deadly crossfire between Number Sixes Mothership and two Secessionist Baseships, and then a secessionist fighter wing was wiped out, ambushed by a baseship and two loyalist fighter wings.
Brother machine fought brother machine, metallic debris scattering across space as the AI's duelled for supremacy, to 'prove' they had the 'Right'
"This isn't battle" Twelve commented disgusted from his cloaked Al-kesh, this is attrition!"
Five nodded, his expression showing his complete agreement and disgust.
"We need to be building up our strength, readying ourselves for the inevitable return of the humans, not killing each other in a useless war"
Five tilted his head slightly, "is it a useless war though? They fight over who God truly is"
Twelve snorted, he had been on Freedom, he knew the truth, "God is dead, most likely the Tau'ri have killed our true 'God' already. They have killed enough 'Gods' for that, including at least one true God"
Five shot Twelve a disturbed look, "Killed a true God? Impossible!"
Twelve commented wryly as he turned the Al-kesh, readying them to leave the war torn system, "tell that to Glorificus"
Not far away, two Jaffa in their cloaked Al-kesh gazed over the scene, some very different thoughts running through their heads.
The cylons had rebelled against Anubis, which was why so many reports had been missed; they had seized four of their Masters Motherships.
That was bad news, and they knew all to well what happened to bearers of bad news.
Sharing a silent agreement, they set course away from territory controlled by Anubis.
Hel'tek grimaced, once again diving for cover as fighters swarmed overhead, there movements just screaming search pattern.
They had found her battered Udajeet then.
No matter, it wasn't needed for the task at hand and she could always grab another craft on her way out, they had to have something that was hyper capable.
But first, she had to see that pilot, talk to her, and find out her name.
She knew what that pilot was, even if they didn't.
Kara tossed and turned, unable to sleep, the image of that fighter pilot flashing strobe like into her mind again and again and again.
She knew of only two, well three ways now to get identical twins, the natural way for one. Well, she couldn't discount that, she was a foundling after all, rescued by the state and brought up by abusive carers for years until she met the Adama's.
But that didn't explain why her double was a Jaffa.
She could be a cylon, but she didn't like that idea, besides she had been tested okay by the Tau'ri and their strange ally with the impractical ship design, a saucer and two nacelles? How could something like that survive the rigors of space, let alone combat?
A clone perhaps?
She had met the Generals mini-me so she knew that was possible, but it didn't explain the how or the when.
Kara growled in frustration, pounding the too-soft pillow hard, before grimacing with distaste as she leapt swiftly to her feet, quickly pulling her trainers on.
Maybe if she ran again, she would be tired enough to sleep despite the questions floating around in her mind.
Running out into the still, quiet air of the compound she breathed in deeply of the fresh, unfiltered air, smiling a little at the myriad sounds of the many nocturnal creatures of this world, before starting her jog.
She may love being shipside, but this world, this compound couldn't help but remind her of her earliest happy memories, her visits to the Adama ranch. A slight smile graced her face, one which made the strolling sentry make a double take as he noticed the carefree, happy faraway expression on the often cocky and defensive warriors face.
She had to consider herself lucky, Kara admitted to herself as she finally brought herself back top the present, half noticing that she was halfway around the military compound already, most of those she considered friends had survived the holocaust, Husker, Apollo, Boomer, Cally and Tyrol.
She snickered, that would surprise the mechanic if he knew that he was considered a friend. But he was, Kara knew all to well all he did for the pilots, all the extra work he put in, all the extra effort to ensure they were as safe as possible and had the deadliest equipment possible.
The respect she had for him let him into her inner circle, not that she would let him know of course.
"What do you hear?"
"Nothing but the rain" she replied automatically, the words not registering in her mind for several seconds, then she stumbled slightly as she turned swiftly back to the Commander.
"Sorry Commander" she replied as he strolled up to her, "was miles away"
Adama just chuckled, "I hadn't noticed, cubit for them? And while you at it, we're off duty, how many times do I have to ask you to drop the commander?"
Kara smiled, Husker's familiar presence soothing her slightly.
"Nothing much"
Her tired, troubled mind collapsed under the weight of Husker's direct look.
"Okay, okay, it started with something I saw during that last battle…"