Colonial Thunder
Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus

rankukon alpha: your question is answered, enjoy!

Chapter 37: Escape III Helo's War

Boomer 209

By the time the gate activated for the fifth time, we were all pretty jumpy. Jaffa had been trooping in and out of the gate all day whilst we watched and the now pretty unanimous opinion was that Kali was organising a major redeployment with this world as the focus.

In other words, if a rescue team did come, we had to warn them that an unusually large number of Jaffa would be on planet, preferably before they came through the gate. Facing more Jaffa then you were expecting is never fun, but with the activity this planet was seeing, there was a real risk of having Jaffa gate in behind you, catching you in an impromptu pincer.

Or at least that was how the Tau'ri were discussing the situation, and it seemed reasonable enough to me. Trouble was, we still hadn't seen any sign of Tau'ri activity other than the SG team that was holding me and Helo captive and that was somewhat worrying.

No radio contact, no probes and the SG-team were very worried about that, I had overhead a number of quietly voiced comments about the lack being a breech of standard operating procedure by StarGate Command.

Still, maybe we would get lucky soon…

A strange whirring sound filled the area, and I glanced up at the soldier holding point, his binoculars pointed once more at the gate clearing. A wide grin was slowly spreading across his face.

I watched, hopeful as he reached down for his radio, “Golf-Charlie-Tango-One, this is Sierra-Golf-two-nine, we're in the treeline on your 4 o'clock and need cover fire. Watch your six, Jaffa have been coming through the gate all day”

I smiled, genuinely, hopefully. Safety was in our grasp, but the smile quickly disappeared; now I would have to face the music, to prove myself to the Tau'ri and to the Colonials. Soon I would have to face the music and that truly would not be fun, they would have no reason to believe me after all.

It wasn't long before a team was sent to the treeline to retrieve us, wearing a strange heavy armour suit that made me just itch to see a hand to hand fight between this ‘power armoured' trooper and a Cylon warrior, it would be interesting to see who came up on top of that one.

Strangely enough, I doubted it would be the Warrior, the Colonials had never shown much interest in heavy personnel armour and so the Warriors, even the Old harbingers hadn't been designed with destroying such armour in mind. For all that was to come, I decided that keeping an image of the Tau'ri armoured warriors facing down the secessionists or Loyalists would be an image to treasure in my mind, even if it did end up being to my end.

Being escorted through the gate was a wonderful feeling, even if I did have a gun at my back. I was one step closer to the thing I desired most. Hopefully I would one day have that which I desired most, but first I would have to prove myself to the Tau'ri and to the Colonials.

That would not be easy, nor fun.

Planet Freedom, Colonial Controlled.

“"Sir”"

Adama glanced up, surprised and annoyed from his book, a most interesting History of an Admiral Hallesy by a Jonathan Patrick Ryan, a look of startled surprise momentarily eclipsing his features before moving to weariness, worry.

This was his place, his and Roslins, the beautiful garden at the top of the Medical Centre that was their un-begrudged retreat from the stresses and difficulties of Command; everyone knew better then to disturb them here unless it was urgent.

It made anyone interrupting them something to be feared.

“"We've just received an Odd Priority one communiqué from the SGC, they're asking for the complete file on a Lieutenant Helo, they say he claims to be a part of Galactica's crew and that he was captured off world accompanied by a Model Two”"

Adama's eyes shot upwards in surprise, a small amount of Colonials making it out on their own, in ones or twos was unlikely but impossible to rule out so they were on permanent watch for small craft creeping into their and the Tau'ri's space just in case but for Helo, a Raptor RIO lost during the first day, before the retreat from Ragnar to show up, accompanied by a model 2?

It raised questions.

“"Send it, and prepare transport for me plus the guard detail to the SGC. I think I need to check on this personally”"

Boomer 209

She grimaced, oh just wasn't this fun.

Not.

Okay, so she had expected it, had tried to prepare herself for it but nothing truly prepared you for the sheer unrelenting boredom of solitary confinement, especially when the Guards believed you were guilty of genocide and therefore the lowest of the low and allowed nothing to keep you occupied.

Still, she had tried to explain herself.

Okay, they had shown no signs whatsoever of believing her but she had tried.

At least Helo was free, she had been there, in their medical facility when the Doctor had reported he wasn't a Cylon, so she knew he was safe, that he would most likely be returning to his friends, his people soon enough. But a medical examination had proved she was cylon, something she hadn't denied and she had ended up here.

A clatter sounded at the door, and accompanied by General Carter and the strangely young Colonel O'Neill, her Helo walked in.

And asked the one question she knew she had to answer, but always wished the time would come in private, just the two of them.

“"Why”"

And Boomer glanced up, gathering her strength she looked Helo straight in the eyes and answered, truthfully and completely, baring her soul to him, and to anyone who cared to look.

“"You”"

She didn't notice the resigned look Carter gave her, as he handed a large wedge of notes over to the grinning Colonel, she only saw Helo, saw into his startled and yet pleased eyes.

"“I did it for you, betrayed my people, my race and I would do it again”"

She wasn't at all startled to realise she meant every word of it, she had come to grips with her love a long time ago and had prepared and waited for the opportunity and despite not going exactly to plan, she had done what she hoped for.

Her Helo was free, safe.

Everything else paled in comparison.

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heh, my first real attempt at a ship, let me know if you think its working so far please?