Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus Chapter 32: Too Easy? Helos War
I had to admit, doubts were starting to appear in my mind again. Maybe it was just the euphoria of such an easy way home wearing off or being worn off by all the reading I had just, after three frantic days, managed to complete.
We had jumped fifteen times already and were slowly approaching the second fuel stop. The first had just been a big tank left at specific coordinates and that had been a frak of a job. We had literally had to go out in our space suits to top the tanks up, which had forced Boomer to mutter along the lines of pissing off Gods by the numbers, or was that pissing off the numbers who serve gods?
Something like that anyone, considering recent events I rather suspected it was the first and to be honest I could certainly get behind pissing off gods by the numbers.
Though it appeared that the Lords Of Kobol had given us a chance to repent of whatever we had done to annoy them so much.
Still, this refill would be easier if a little more grim, a Merchant Cruiser that hadn't jumped quick enough and was caught by Cylon guns, guess Galactica couldn't save them all.
But still, according to the data she would never move again under her own power and a boarding party had taken the surviving crew off for interrogation.
I shuddered at that, but there was nothing I could do here and now about it.
Her fuel tanks at least were intact and full enough for the task at hand.
Of getting us the last five jumps into 13 th Colony space.
Damn, but it seemed too easy.
Okay, so why it was easy made a little sense but still I wondered. Yes, so the Cylons are distracted by a civil war so that's why there are so few Cylons patrols about, yes they were prepping the craft for one of their own agents to use but still...
It didn't help that I had a familiar bad tangy taste in my mouth, one I always seemed to get after I had been manipulated.
Still, we knew Galactica hadn't had it quite so easy if the dead ship we were approached and the rather weaving, unstable path she had followed according to the datapad was anything to go by.
Still, the next jump Galactica had made had apparently resulted in a confrontation between 13 th colony and Cylon forces that had resulted in a massacre of the Cylons.
That was good news, but it then got very sketchy, the Cylons intelligence dropped off abruptly.
Which was in a way both a good and a bad thing. The Cylons wouldn't rush into an attack because they knew too little about the forces arrayed against them; they would wait and probe looking for more Intel and an opportunity before attacking, giving more time for the Colonials to rebuild.
Of course, their Civil war had given them even more time to rebuild. Downside was, it left Helo with little to go on, how would they contact the Colonial Remnants or the 13 th Colony?
Where was it safe to jump in and which areas were to heavily travelled to risk a jump?
Helo, sighed. It would have to wait, he had work to do.
Boomer 209
Boomer shivered; glad the suits masked such subtle movement.
There was a released Boomer model amongst the humans, she knew that.
They would know what she was as soon as they looked at her, and act accordingly. She just had to hope that didn't include shoot on sight or else everything would be for naught.
Well, not quite naught, Helo would be back with his friends, his fellow warriors and Colonials. It was something that might make God; if there truly was one, look favourably upon her when it came to her time for judgement.
Still, she had the hardest task ahead, persuading the Colonials and their allies of her true intentions. They wouldn't believe, after all it went directly against her programming of so they would think.
Truth be told, Civil War was against Cylon programming too but that hadn't stopped them. Boomer had wondered if the fine line between being a human copy and being human had been crossed by the newer cylons but to be honest, she no longer wondered, she believed it had been crossed.
If God was real, and had wanted Humanity destroyed, what would he have done with Cylons that were human?
Boomer had little doubt that under those circumstances their life expectancy could be summoned up in one word, short.
"That's it" she said aloud into her helmet mike as the gauges for the Raptors fuel tanks pegged out.
"Copy"
She wrestled with the pipeline where it connected with the Raptor, twisting the connector around to block the flow of fuel into the recon craft before disconnecting it, and shoving it back out the door onto the freighter.
No point in being tidy, they most likely wouldn't be back.
"Five more jumps Sharon"
Boomer smiled tiredly at Helo as he strode in through the hatch, closing it behind him.
Helo
Huh, enthusiastic response from Sharon there.
Still, she hasn't been sleeping properly, maybe that has something to do with it?
Worry about that later, five more jumps...
Which we wont do if we just sit here, damn it Helo, concentrate!
First, depressurise the ship, right, then check Dradis for any surprises waiting outside those open hanger doors, none that I can see but hey, the ships metal, its blocking sensors in far more directions than I can actually see at the moment so that doesn't say much.
"It looks like we're clear Boomer, let's go"
"Copy, just keep an eye on those sensors as we go will you? I don't fancy getting bounced when we're so close to safety"
Not going to bother responding to that, talk about asking the obvious...
Sensors clearing already, Sharon must be leaving a little hot. No reason not to I suppose.
Oh frak.
"Enemy contacts! Multiple Raiders inbound"
Knew it was too easy.
"Frak! The drives still spinning up, we've got a minute before we can jump"
Yep, I knew it was too easy, thank you for illustrating exactly how much I was right Boomer. It's appreciated.
Really.
"Faster, more manoeuvrable and they got the guns, life sucks sometimes"
Geez Boom, cut it out will you? You've made your point, it was too easy, now just concentrate... on... ...getting...
What the frak is that?
"New Contact! Unidentified contact at 253 by 004! Nothing I recognise and the warbooks pitching a fit too"