Colonial Thunder
Sequel to 7 Points
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Thanks to reviewers: johnnyg. rankokun alpha
By Chaoseternus Chapter 36: Escape II Helo's War
Boomer 209
Well, explaining who we were and that we were Colonials who had just escaped from Caprica was relatively easy, explaining the state Helo was in even more so. The Earth-humans evidently knew about the flaws inherent in the sarcophagus and by the sounds of their reactions, from experience.
That would make things easier.
Well, easier for Helo at least. They had reacted at her name. She wasn't really surprised at that, the images and details of known Cylons would most likely have been given to everyone and anyway who had even the limpest need to know.
She just hoped they played it cool; being carried through the StarGate in a body bag wasn't her idea of fun, not by any stretch of the imagination.
But before that became an issue, they needed to get out of their cells and get weapons, and that would be the challenge. These Jaffa showed more intelligence, more ability to think that those she had seen in the pay of Anubis, the standard tricks, made clichéd by so many movies well, Colonial movies at least, would not work. She rather suspected the Tau'ri had the same clichés and she cocked her head, amused, they weren't afraid to try them either.
Pretending to be sick, on the verge of death I ask you, how clichéd can you get?
Five minutes later, Boomer knew the truth.
The Jaffa had an entirely different set of clichés, ones which involved hand devices, sarcophagus and other nice toys if they let any captured Tau'ri escape. However warily they had tried to enter the cell, to check on the ill' Tau'ri, it obviously wasn't cautious enough.
And what the frak is a wham, bam, thank you mam'?
She watched, somewhat nervously as Helo was zatted before the Tau'ri opened the cell and placed restraints on him. She hated seeing that done to her Helo, but he was in no fit state to be watching anyone's back, hell, to even have a weapon at the moment.
It would make their escape a little trickier though, with one dead weight to carry. Hurrah, she was finally going to get out of this cell.
Hey, wait a minute, what are they doing with . Oh frak.
May I just state for the record that being hit with a zat really, really sucks?
Oh, yeah and that the Tau'ri seem to have this holier than thou thing going as far as Cylons are concerned. We're human, you're a fake and we are the ones to deliver you from evil, to be your salvation!
Sheesh.
Okay, thats enough.
Okay! Thank you! I've heard 48 times now already how one of your allies cured a Cylon, how you have been working on better techniques; how you intend to free' me, now will you just do me one small favour and SHUT! THE! FRAK! UP!
Okay, Helo had been looking at the Tau'ri like they were the font of pure evil for even considering the idea that I might be a cylon, let alone saying it outloud, now he's looking at me like I just ran over his pet puppy. I shoot him a sorry look but that's really not going to cut it.
Damn, it made it worse, now he looks like the love of his life just betrayed him. Damn it all to fraking hell, I was hoping one day I could get that look directed at me, except without the betrayed him' part and there's little chance of that now. Switching to the light side is a hard enough decision to carry out as it is, without my friend at my side to help me through.
Okay, really odd look on his face now. Like he is trying to figure something out
Still, we got five more miles to trudge with our arms in restraints and guns at our backs before we reach the gate, where we will have to fight our way past the guards.
Oh goody.
I'm sure that would seem a lot worse if somebody would just tell me how far a mile was
Ah yes, five miles is a frakking long distance when your in restraints, its pissing down with rain, you're seriously not trusted and you have to avoid Jaffa and Udajeet patrols which, no doubt thanks to your own escape, have been stepped up heavily.
And then, just to top off an absolutely frakking perfect day, you get to the StarGate to find that the numbers of Jaffa assigned to guard it can be counted on both hands, but only if you count in fifties.
Frakking brilliant. Christ, all she wanted was some redemption, maybe, if she was really lucky, a chance at living and fighting with her love at her side, what more could she ask for?
But no, their was no way they were going to be able to get past those guards and it was only a matter of time before the Jaffa or Udajeet patrols found them. Counting the fact that every flyable craft the local Goa'uld had was either searching for them or sent to some far distant corner of the planet where they had not a hope in hells chance of getting to, that left the Tau'ri plan, which frankly sucked, as their only viable choice.
Wait for reinforcements, somebody would check soon enough to try and find out they had missed their scheduled check-in, hopefully. Of course, the Tau'ri had let slip that they had missed eight check-ins, by now everything being normal the SGC would have tried to make contact twice. According to the buffers on their top-of-the range radios, reacquired during their escape from Kali's palace, the SGC hadn't tried to contact them, not once.
Things were most certainly not normal.
Frak, she knew she had been party to the massacre of twelve worlds but did she really deserve this?
Well, maybe she did.
But Helo and the Tau'ri certainly didn't.