Colonial Thunder
Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus

Chapter 35: Contact Helo's War

Helo glared hatefully as once again he was lead into the throne room of hic captor, in all appearances a young lady maybe fifteen years of age, sweet and innocent. Until you looked in her eyes however, at which point you knew, without a doubt that reality and appearance did not match.

This… being, for want of a better term, was Evil, cruel and calculating and even worse had a master. She claimed she was called Kali and that she served Maktenos. It was worse because she was so bad, so evil that anyone who she considered ‘Master' had to be far worse.

Luckily, they hadn't met, from what little Kali had said, and she wasn't forthcoming, Maktenos was leading his fleets to victory over Maktenos and was nearly powerful enough to assume his dominion over the Galaxy, as was his right by Divine Destiny. That was her words in fact, almost word for word.

Still, she was bad enough. Helo had lost track of how many times he had died by her hands, how many times he had been revived by the arcane technology of what Kali called a Sarcophagus.

All he knew was that Maktenos had ordered Kali to get everything he knew of the Cylons and Colonials from his mind by any means necessary and that kali had proven far too often for his liking how… enthusiastic she was about those orders.

Helo was glad of only one thing; so far Sharon had been spared. He knew it wouldn't last, he knew Kali would find time for Boomer soon enough, he just hoped they managed to figure a way out of this hell hole by then.

HE caught one look at the expression on Kali's face as he was thrown down at her feet and his mind instantly went quiet, thought patterns all instantly reverting to one simple message, uh oh, trouble.

“"One of my Masters fellow servants finds herself in need of a new host and she is… interested in your female companion. All you have to do is tell me everything I want to know and I will see to it personally that Boomer is never used as a host”"

Helo may not have been the brightest person to ever get through flight school but he could add, and right now his mind was adding one and one and coming up with the Annual Revised Budget Request.

Host… parasitic species… frakking hell!

And the way she said she would ensure Boomer was never taken, her meaning was pretty obvious. Give me the information and Boomer dies, don't and Boomer becomes a host. They must think that frightens me, does a little but surely you can resist? Make it difficult for any species attempting to take over your mind?

“"I see you have little idea of what it means to be a host, perhaps I could illuminate you? No hope, just your body controlled by a being far greater than your own pathetic mind could possible handle. No one has ever successfully thrown a Goa'uld out of their mind, no-one. Not even the hated Tau'ri. In effect a new and more powerful mind would replace Boomers own… Now, you don't want that do you? You would rather she died than have that fate”"

She says it like it's a statement, not a question and frak is she right. I can't ever let anything like that happen to my Sharon, not ever. Even if I have to die to protect her but I can't ever betray the few surviving Colonials either, I am a warrior, I chose my duty, my path and I don't intend to lose it.

Frak, what do I do?

I need a miracle.

Just as Helo had that thought, a breathless Guard, one of the ubiquitous Jaffa that Helo had seen everywhere he had been taken, charged into the room.

“2My Lady Kali, an SG team has come through the gate!”"

Helo thanked the Lords as kali darted from the room, ordering him thrown back into the cells. A reprieve, he had more time to decide what he was to do, how he was going to get Boomer and himself out of the hands of these monsters.

The timing of the Guards interruption he pushed carefully to the back of his mind, telling himself it was coincidence.

His reprieve was interrupted by the sounds of clomping Jaffa and slamming cell doors and he slowly, carefully glanced through the bars of his cell to see a number of very disgusted looking humans in forest camouflage being tossed into the cells opposite. The sounds of doors slamming told him more were being placed in the cells this side of the corridor too.

Six new arrivals in total he guessed, none of them wearing any uniform he recognised as Colonial, 13 th Colony troops perhaps?

Or maybe another of Kali's ideas to get intelligence out of him, see if he would talk to the ‘fellow humans' in the cells.

Boomers face appeared momentarily at the bars to her own cell, far down the other side of the corridor and Helo gestured quickly for her to stay quiet and hidden before ducking out of view of the corridor himself, ears listening hard for any conversation between the newcomers.

Boomer 209

Frak, this just sucks.

It's a Tau'ri SG team, which is good, they can help us escape and take us directly to the Colonials. But Helo is in full paranoia mode, he's skittish and not thinking straight at all.

Which is bad.

He's not in any condition to be trusting people on word alone and if I try to tell him to trust them he will either think I've been turned or been replaced but in order to escape, in order to make it to earth we're most likely going to need the assistance of that SG team.

Frak, this truly sucks.

Just what have the Goa'uld been doing to him to send him so far off the edge?

He certainly hasn't been tortured, I would have noticed the signs of that all too clearly, heh, kind of hard to hide after all, and he hasn't come back with any signs of injury ever.

Which come to think of it is a little odd, he arrived with an nasty head wound but that vanished the very first time they took him away.

Oh, shit.

A sarcophagus.

Frak frak frak frak frak.

Forget getting him sobered up and getting his mental state sorted in a hurry, he's gone to many times and before the split into the various Cylon factions, a through investigation had been made into the devices effects.

His biochemistry has to be way out of whack by now and most likely he is highly dependent. Frak, Helo going through withdrawal.. not a pleasant image but far better I suspose then what I originally had planned for him.

Before I lost my faith, before I tried looking for proof and found only evidence of falsehood on the part of our so-called ‘God'

Well, we need the SG teams help and Helo is in no state to figure that out, so it looks like it's up to me.

"“Hello out there!”"

Dead silence all of a sudden, well that encouraging.